Author's Note: It has been awhile...I know. Enjoy :)

Dean rolled over on his back still sleeping. The bed seemed more comfy than usual. He smiled in his sleep. The cool comfy white pillows he laid his head on supported him nicely. He felt like a feather swaying through clear skies. He moved his hands feeling around the warm bed. He eventually touched flesh.

He curiously felt up trying to unconsciously figure out what he was up against. Dean opened his eyes enough to see the figure was human-like. He moved his hand up to the shoulders, caressing the strong muscles that lead up to its neck.

It was Castiel, sound asleep. Dean leaned close to him wondering what had happened the night before. "Castiel," Dean whispered into his ear finding out if he was awake. He watched Castiel's face overtake a faint smile in his sleep as Dean's warm breath fell on his neck.

Castiel lay motionless on his back breathing silently. Dean sat up looking down at him, smiling. He leaned over close to his face until he felt Castiel's breath on his own face. He was close enough to hear the angelic beat of his heart. It seemed as though both heartbeats were in sync. Dean smiled to the thought.

He leaned over to Castiel's face once more and kissed him lightly on the cheeks.

Castiel opened his eyes waking up to a bright day. He sat up in bed rubbing his eyes. Dean walked in with coffee. "Morning," he sat next to Castiel smiling. He threw a pile of newspapers on the side of the bed where Castiel lay.

"What's this?" Castiel half asleep looked at Dean, who wore a mismatch of a plain grey t-shirt and black dress pants.

"A chain of disappearances going back a few decades; authorities were unable to describe what happened so they closed all the cases with no further investigation." Dean sipped on his coffee.

Castiel got out of bed. "What about finding Sam?" Dean turned to face Castiel, "We'll find him; don't you worry. Right now we need to figure what the hell is going on." He smiled a faint smile. "Castiel, we're going to work this job."

Castiel fixed his tie nervously looking into the large plain wall mirror. He caught glance of Dean watching him from the bedside. Dean got up and placed his mug of coffee on a messy pine table. He turned with his back facing Castiel and took off his shirt. The red handprint was almost invisible now.

"What are you doing," Castiel said, still adjusting his thin black tie. Dean put on a fresh white shirt and threw the tie over his shoulders. "Getting ready to work job."

Dean walked over to Castiel. "Here," he passed him a fake FBI ID. Castiel took it and stared at it. "This is lying…and fraud." Dean rolled his eyes. "Think of it this way, the son of a bitch who messed with these people will finally be brought to justice." He smiled but Castiel was not convinced.

Dean held Castiel's shoulders. "We will be helping people. Now put on your trench-coat and let's get a move on. Let's hope they haven't given up on the case already." Dean adjusted his tie and put on his black coat smiling to himself in the mirror.

He looked over at Castiel who stood watching Dean expressionless. Dean tilted his head, "I swear it isn't a sin to impers"—"No. It's not that." Dean observed. "Then what?"

Castiel reached for his tan coat, "It's not a trench-coat…it's an overcoat." Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys and bags on his way out. "Come on!" Castiel scurried afterwards.

6

Dean and Castiel watched the investigation site from afar sitting in the Impala. "What is it that you're doing?" Castiel stared at Dean's face as he looked through binoculars. "Watching them." Dean looked around at the crime scene thinking of a pass to get them in.

"Okay, we go in towards the right side, where that tall man is guarding. Remember to show him I.D. and Cass…" Castiel looked straight into Dean's eyes, "don't make it too obvious." Dean patted Castiel's shoulder and smiled. They were off.

Dean took the lead nodding at all the other investigators that stood in suits and shades. Dean occasionally checked if Castiel was still following. Castiel looked down and followed Dean's trail.

At last they reached the tall guard. Dean pulled out his ID flashing it to the tall guard that stood with his arms crossed. He took so long staring at the ID; Dean's smile began to wear off. "I'm Agent Becker and this is my partner Riley."

He swayed back and looked at Dean and Castiel. "Haven't seen you two before." His comment caught Dean by surprise. Castiel chimed in with "we're new," and smiled. The guard nodded, "right…" and let them in.

They both walked in the vast forest area where the girl had gone missing. "Good work." Dean nudged him. Castiel looked at Dean. "I lied…" He rolled his eyes and pulled out some papers. "So she went missing about two days ago right around his area. There are no leads, no traces and no sightings of her or whatever took her." Dean looked around.

"This might be trickier than I thought. All the previous victims went missing around the same area. Now Cass," he looked over at Castiel who was staring up at the skies, "our job is to find any symbols, markings, strange smell or anything unusual."

"How about that," Castiel pointed straight ahead to a tree, "it looks like a fork, is that unusual?" Dean stared at Castiel. "I forgot you've only been here a couple days…just follow my lead." Castiel nodded.

"You know, Dean. I never thought I'd say this but your homeland is beautiful, it's nothing like the Angels described." Castiel continued to look around at all the trees and dirty logs that we're choked up in that forest. "Homeland? You mean America? What do the Angels say?"

They continued to walk as Dean searched every tree and anything mysterious on the ground. "They said it's full of misery and despair. I haven't been around as long but they say it was once beautiful. Everything lived in harmony and it was full of flowers."

"Ah, you're thinking of the 70s. It was full of pot and hippies." Dean smiled to himself. "Can we go there sometime?" Dean turned to Castiel and chuckled. Castiel didn't understand why he laughed but went along with it.

Something caught Dean's eye. As if hypnotized he walked towards it without keeping his eyes off. It was small but visible. Dean took his finger and traced the symbol with his finger. "What the hell is this?" The symbol consisted of a circle divided into 4, above it was a line and below it were two dots.

Dean looked around to see if anyone was watching. He pulled out John's journal and drew it on a slip of paper and placed it back.

Castiel curiously placed his hand on Dean's. He closed his eyes, "It's a dark source." Dean whispered to Castiel, "Can you see what it was?" Castiel gripped his hands. "No, but there are more among us. Dean…" Dean turned to the now-serious Castiel. "What is it?"

"I can feel her breathing…there is a soul in this tree. Dean, I think there's a girl in this tree. Perhaps the same one missing." Dean, unable to comprehend this looked around. "Are you sure Cass?" Castiel nodded. "I need a sign…" Castiel pointed to the symbol. Dean glared. "A better sign."

Dean stepped back, looking at the tree in all its glory. It was a thin weeping tree. He noticed there were no birds anywhere around it. It seemed strange to him how quiet it was around that tree. The leaves were green and the branches that hung seemed pretty normal to him.

Dean took a deep breath. "Ashley Bills?" Castiel looked curiously at the tree, stepping back. "Are you in there?" They watched for a moment. Dean looked at Castiel. "Let's just check out that symbol then." Castiel nodded and they began to walk away.

They heard something quiver behind them. Dean pulled out his gun and pushed Castiel behind him. Small branches began to fall off the tree. Dean looked up at the tree and placed his gun back. "You were right Cass. She wants to be saved." Castiel nodded, standing close behind Dean.