A/N Sorry guys I've been at my dad's house. The wifi is a little finicky in my room but here is the second chapter.

Chapter 2

"I'm anything but ordinary." – Train (Ordinary)

September 15, 2010

"We've got five dead bodies," Sam explained as he, Dean, and Bobby sat in the busy Richard's Diner in Omaha. "All the same cause of death, no convictions, clean records, and no connections to each one another other than all of them living here."

An almost orgasmic noise made its way up Dean's throat as he chewed his hamburger, the ketchup spilling out onto the plate below him.

"Dean," Sam gave Dean a look. "What is it with you today, can you focus please?"

"Sorry Sammy," Dean swallowed. "Just hungry, have been all morning for some reason."

"Yeah well tell yer tapeworm to calm it down," Bobby said. "And focus on our case."

Dean grimaced at the thought and turned towards the files. He studied them for a moment before pointing at the neck of one girl.

"There's a bite mark," Dean explained. "Underneath her ear, vamp maybe?"

"Maybe," Sam said. "We should definitely check that out at the morgue."

The policemen that were sitting at a table near them suddenly leapt up from the table and ran towards their cars. The three ran after them flashing their fake badges.

"What's wrong officer?" Sam asked.

"Just got another call," one of the officers said. "Another dead girl found, same COD."

The cops drove off without another word. Dean hopped into the driver's seat of the Impala and Sam climbed in with Bobby. The trio sped off as well.

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There was a lot of blood. That was the first thing Dean noticed. He looked around and down towards the body that was caked in her own drying blood and innards. Dean's stomach twisted slightly leaving a slight nauseous feeling in the pit of it. He smelled the blood, it was strong even though it was dried, his senses felt heightened. The air felt heavy and the room started to be a little fuzzy. Dean actually felt sick.

"Dean?" Sam asked, concerned.

Dean didn't answer him. He turned around and walked out of the room. He didn't know why the blood had affected him like that, this never happened before. He took deep breaths and rubbed his temples trying to stop the sick feeling. Luckily after a few minutes it indeed did pass.

"Balls boy," Bobby said to him. "What was that?"

"Yeah Dean," Sam's face filled with worry. "You never get sick at the sight of blood…what's wrong?"

"I'm fine…" Dean rasped out.

"But Dean…" Sam protested.

"I said I'm fine dammit!" Dean cursed and then sighed. "I just need…some air and some sleep."

"Ok man well," Sam cleared his throat. "Me and Bobby can finish up here, you just go back to the motel ok, you don't look so hot."

Dean nodded, more than happy to oblige. He walked out of the building slightly lightheaded but other than that fine. He reached the Impala and stood outside her driver's side door. Suddenly though there was a ringing, a quiet one, but still annoying. Dean rubbed his ears in protest and gritted his teeth. He looked around; the people seemed to move faster, more of a blur. He looked across the street; there at the bus stop staring at him stood the familiar figure of Zachariah. Dean squinted his eyes to see if he was even seeing straight, but as a bus passed by he looked again and Zachariah was gone without a trace.

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The sheets were a tangled mess in the small, dark room. The bodies in them shifting and breathing heavily. Not a noise was heard but the pair in bed.

"We could get caught," Gabriel said, ruffling his partner's hair as he kissed him. "Just so you know."

"Aw c'mon," Sam smirked. "That's all part of the fun; I thought you were the trickster Gabe?"

Gabriel traced Sam's abs. A thin layer of sweat protruding off their surface, he smirked and pulled Sam closer.

"I do enjoy fun Sammy," Gabriel chuckled. "Especially when you're involved."

The whispering in Sam's ear by his lover made him tremble. He kissed Gabriel, gripping his hips and feeling up his sides. He knew how to drive him wild.

Time flew by as body became one with another body. Sweat mixed with lust, hickey with teeth, touch with emotion. Sam released with a fiery passion into his lover and panted, his hair dripping with sweat and hanging down in front of his eyes. Gabriel finished shortly after; crying out Sam's name and whining. His wings shuddered, coated in sweat and excess dead grace released with his climax. His wings glowed a brownish amber color and seemed more vibrant now more than ever. Sam ruffled Gabriel's hair, moving his from his eyes and planting a sweet kiss on his lover's lips.

"You look beautiful," Sam pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes. "My gorgeous angel."

"Mate." Gabriel nodded and played with Sam's hair. "My incredibly handsome, mate."

Sam chuckled and kissed him once more before allowing the smaller man to cuddle into him under the warm covers, the two slowly coming down from their high and falling asleep in each other's embrace.

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Dean felt sick that's all there was to it. The room spun, his head ached, his stomach was trying to crawl up his throat. It wasn't unbearable but it was certainly uncomfortable. He stood and walked to the bathroom. He ran the faucet and wiped the cool water across his face.

The man in the mirror didn't look like him. There were worse bags under his eyes now, his skin looked slightly paler. He rubbed his five o' clock shadow that seemed to be growing rather fast and then his eyes. He paused a moment, looking closer. He looked into the mirror at his eyes. They were the most vibrant shade of green ever, with golden flecks in them. He shook it off as nerves and sick deliriousness, but his eyes had never been that shade before. He suddenly without warning cramped up in his side, the pain searing and tearing through the muscle, he grabbed the sink for support.

Images flashed through his head at rapid speed and with a shrill cry. A flash of red, the cry of an infant, the pull of wings. He cried out in pain and went for the toilet. His body ridding itself of bile and the food he'd eaten earlier. His vision blurred but he managed to stay upright and focused. He body trembled and he flushed the toilet, resting his head on the seat before carefully getting up and padding away towards his bed.

"Damn burger…" Dean cursed.

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The sun shone with a powerful brightness. The clouds were light and airy, but Cas begged to differ. Today was not the best day on his list.

"What is wrong Castiel?" Gabriel asked his brother, walking up to him and looking down to where Cas had his gaze fixed.

"Dean is ill," Cas sighed. "And suffering and I am at a loss as to why."

Gabriel sighed as well. He was openly concerned for the older Winchester, Cas had barely left where he stood now, feet had been planted on the ground firmly with no intention of leaving. Dean, he knew meant a lot to Cas.

"We will find out what is wrong with him," Gabriel reassured Cas. "But right now we have other matters, Zachariah is our problem now as is Anna, we must focus our efforts up in heaven for now."

Cas sighed, he knew what his brother said was true.

"But I promise you the second that's over," Gabriel said. "We will visit the brothers and find out exactly what is wrong."

Cas nodded and turned to his brother before the pair took off towards the deeper parts of heaven.

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