Phew! Hey, guys! This week has been soooo busy for me! First off, I'm preparing to go back to school, so that's a total mess! But the real reason was that my brother's girlfriend got hurt really bad in a car accident, so I had to take care of my niece and nephew until she got better. They were some of the cutest little darlings I've ever seen, but, at the end of the day, they were still four and two year olds.

So, yeah, that's why this chapter was so late. Sorry! And I'm also sorry to say this but, because I'm going back to school next week, the chapters will be coming out slower than usual, still. I hate it, too, but...life's gonna happen, I guess. I also want to write at least one more chapter of Pipe Dream before coming back to this, but I'm so on a role with this, that that might not happen.

I'd also like to thank the three quest reviewers from the last chapter! I wasn't able to thank you guys for your comments, so here it is now! I'm sorry if I made it seem like I didn't want to continue with this story. I guess it was a misunderstanding! I will definitely be continuing, hopefully, all the way to the end! Thank you for telling me that you liked it and didn't want me to stop! I will keep at it for you guys, too! :)

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Sam Winchester didn't like a lot of things in life. He didn't like his job, he didn't like his town, he didn't like the weather, he didn't like how his bed was positioned in just a way so that he woke up every morning being blinded by the sun that Sam swore only existed just to piss him off, and he didn't like himself. There were only a few things that did bring true joy to his life, however: his shower's water-pressure, Jessica Moore (don't tell anybody), Uncle Bobby, learning, and his older brother, Dean.

He and Dean had always been inseparable and completely devoted to each other. So, to say that he was incredibly shocked to not see his brother devoting his whole life to getting that last moose hunt for him was an extreme understatement. It was such a massive understatement, that 'incredibly shocked' was the Floor 2 to the 'What He Was Feeling', which was Floor 34.

And what was his weirdo brother doing instead? Running off with a huge smile on as he brought random things with him. Where and why Dean was stashing Sam's missing books, he had no idea, and it was making him mad, too. He loved To Kill a Mockingbird!

Well, I mean, that wasn't the reason but…it was a big reason.

The plot to this story of confusion and stress was that Dean was leaving for hours at a time towards a building they hadn't used since they were snot-nosed kids! It was also angering the aspiring college-boy that he couldn't figure out what his brother was doing! How could he not know?

Sam had even had enough time to make a whole file about what could be wrong with his brother. He couldn't remember what exactly he put in there, but he did remember one part had to do with possession and another part had to do with cloning. The file got so strange that he had to make a whole other file about what might be wrong with himself. Let's just say he solved it and the words 'I'm overreacting' were circled several times in red pen.

At this point, Sam started to worry more about himself than his brother. The young man believed, however, that, if he didn't figure out what was driving Dean to unnecessary happiness, he would find himself staring at padded walls very soon.

He supposed that his entire last thoughts were crazy, too, as they were, obviously, not how he thinks or acts. So, as Sam found himself staring suspiciously at his brother running in the direction he always did, he believed what he was about to do was generous to both Dean and himself.

Once he was sure Dean wouldn't notice, Sam started to run after him. The young man followed his brother all the way to the old barn they never used anymore. He felt his eyebrow raise in confusion as Dean ran up to the creaky doors.

Sam then believed this to be the perfect chance as he saw his older brother fumbling with the pie in his hands. The tall man casually walked up to Dean as he greeted calmly, "Hey, man."

Dean jumped, dropping his pecan pie in his shock. He sighed in annoyance before eying Sam with much irritation as he muttered, "Hey…."

Sam glanced up at the old barn, completely ignoring the fact that he accidently made Dean drop his pie. "What're ya doin' at the barn? We haven't been here since we were ten!"

Dean's eyes widened slightly out of definite fear; one could miss it if they weren't looking quite right. Luckily, Sam was. "I'm, uh, just gonna check it out. Ya know, for nostalgic purposes."

The younger man raised an eyebrow. "With…a pie?"

His older brother glanced down at the pie on the grass before looking back at Sam. "Yeah… I, uh, I just thought it would be nice to enjoy a delicious pie here! In this…really dusty…old…barn…."

Sam nodded slowly. He was about to say something else before there was a sound of shuffling, like feathers moving against each other, from right behind the door. Almost as if a giant bird was listening to their conversation.

"Did I just hear something?" Sam asked as he eyed the door in real and complete confusion.

"No!" Dean snapped in a terrified voice as he jumped in between his brother and the door.

Sam hadn't actually been entirely sure if Dean really was hiding something, but now, the answer was definite. When he got back to his file cabinet, he was going to circle the words 'Hiding something real big' many times.

Sam eyed Dean's nervous expression. "Dean, is there something in there?"

"Pfft! Something in there! I'm not—that's ridiculous! I'm not hiding anything!" his brother answered, beads of sweat rolling off his temple.

He was going to underline those words three times. "Are you sure? Because I thought I heard a bird or something moving in there. Like…not a pigeon. It sounded big, man. Like some kinda emu—"

"What!? No! No bird! Nothing close to a bird! Nope, not. At. All…!" Huh, Dean was sweating. Interesting….

Sam also made a mental note to circle several times the words 'Hiding a pet'. Funny, because that was actually the one the young man had crossed-out. After all, Dean hates pets.

"Dean, what's in the barn?"

"Sammy, for the last time, there's nothing in the-"

Suddenly, from behind the door, there was the sound of flapping wings and claws scrapping against the ground. An…ostrich, maybe?

Sam glared down at his older brother. "Dean. Let me in the barn." He demanded.

"No, Sammy! I can't do that!" Sam ignored his brother's order, however, and suddenly pushed Dean out of the way. He picked up the block of wood that was locking the barn doors and slid one open.

Sam stepped cautiously into the barn as he scanned the entire place with his eyes. At first, he began to believe his brother's obvious lies as the young man saw nothing but the musty barn they'd left behind years ago. It wasn't until he heard shuffling from beside him, however, when he found himself not being able to trust Dean's words.

Sam's head whipped to the side as he eyed the bales of hay. He was about to turn away when, suddenly, something gigantic leaped at him. At first, all he saw were colors and shapes, but when the thing in front of him finally settled down, Sam found himself staring into blue eyes that were settled on an unearthly face.

The strange, feathered creature spread out its wings defensively, the spots that were scattering his body glowed brightly, and his teeth were bared as a low and terrifying growl escaped from behind them.

When Sam got home, to the safety of his ordinary file cabinet, he was going to calmly take out the, now normal, file he had made on his brother. He was going to open it quietly and peacefully highlight, circle, and underline the words 'I don't want to know'.

Sam didn't know how long he'd been unconscious, he just knew time had passed in between meeting the terrifying creature and his brother shaking him as he was sprawled out across the hay-covered ground.

Now, he found himself sitting across from his older brother, who was also seated beside the giant creature who just tried to kill him. He eyed both of them suspiciously as he tried to figure out what the blue, creepy dude was and why his brother was keeping him on their property.

"He wasn't trying to kill you, Sammy!" Dean defended.

"I beg to differ," Sam stated bluntly, eyes still scanning the creature.

There was a long silence where Dean and the creature were just glancing at each other as they seemed to be having a silent conversation. After Dean had gestured with his eyes several times at Sam and the creature shaking his head, the blue-dude finally rolled his eyes and looked over at the youngest man to mutter, "I…apologize for making it seem…" A sigh. "…as though I was attempting to harm you."

That was totally forced.

Sam completely ignored the 'apology' as he asked, "What the hell are you?"

The creature looked taken aback and extremely offended at the question. "How da-"

"He's a seraph!" Dean answered for him. "And his name's Cas. Well, his name is Castiel, but I call him Cas."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "A…seraph…?"

Both of them nodded at the same time.

"Ya mean…like an angel…?"

Another nod.

The young man eyed the…'seraph' with disgust. "Then why do you kinda look like one of those aliens from Avatar? Well, I mean, except feathered."

The creature's – Castiel's face became half-confused, half-offended. "Aliens from Avatar?"

"Yeah," Dean said, ignoring Castiel as he closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "That's, uh…" He glanced back up at his brother. "That's because he's an alien, Sammy."

Sam paused before glancing back at…the alien. But when he did, Castiel shrugged. "Yes, I suppose you could see me as alien, but…just like you are a human, I am a seraph."

"How are you an alien but a seraph at the same time?" the young man asked.

Castiel still seemed confused, but he pressed on, as if he didn't want to leave Sam without his answer even though he didn't have it. "Because, as I am not a human, so of course I would be alien to you."

"No, Cas!" Dean interrupted. "Alien as in the thing, not the description!" Castiel remained confused as he tilted his head. "Do you live in space?"

The creature looked from Dean to Sam before answering, "No, I inhabit a planet."

"Oh, Jesus," Dean muttered before turning back to Castiel and rephrasing his question as if the creature was a five year old, "Do you not live on Earth?"

"Oh!" Castiel nodded, showing he understood what they were trying to say finally. "No, I inhabit a planet by the name of 'Shamayim'."

"Wait, Shamayim?" Sam asked, making Castiel nod. "Shamayim is Hebrew for 'Heaven'."

Castiel smiled a little before telling Dean, "Your brother is rather smart for being related to you."

Dean glared at the seraph. "Gee, thanks, Cas!" he muttered sarcastically. Castiel smiled warmly at him and nodded as in 'your welcome'. Dean sighed and rolled his eyes at the seraph before asking Sam, "And how do you know that?"

The young man scowled before ignoring his brother and asking the creature, "Are you the same as what we think of as angels?"

Castiel shook his head. "Oh, no. Long ago, my brothers and I visited Earth, but as your kind did not understand our technology, they mistook us for divine beings."

"Wait, whoa," Dean interrupted. "You said 'long ago'." Castiel nodded. "How long ago?"

The seraph thought for a while before saying, "I suppose it had to have been around four-thousand years ago."

Dean and Sam's mouth dropped before the older man asked, "And you went there?"

Castiel's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Oh, but of course. My lifespan is much longer than a human's."

Dean swallowed before asking hesitantly, "Cas, how old are you?"

The seraph didn't look like he was going to respond at first. "I suppose I am a little more than three hundred-thousand years ol-"

"Oh, my god!" Dean shot up from his sitting position and started to massage his temples. Sam just stared at Castiel with wide eyes before his brother turned around and asked Castiel, "How…how is that even possible!?"

"Well, time moves much slower on Shamayim than on Earth. So, to you I would be that old, but on my planet, I would be…your age, I suppose." Castiel explained.

"Makes sense…" Sam muttered. "I guess…"

"Wait," Dean started. "You don't even know your own age?"

Castiel shook his head. "The subject never comes up."

"What d'ya mean? Don't you have birthdays and stuff like that?"

The seraph's eyebrows narrowed. "I do not understand."

The older mechanic stared at Castiel in awe and complete disbelief as Sam cleared his throat and asked, "How did you get here?"

The seraph shook his head and answered in a tone that held a hint of worry and fear, "That is a very splendid question, Samuel. But, I am afraid I cannot say. Your brother tells me that I fell from the sky eight days ago."

Dean nodded out of the corner of Sam's eye as the younger man mouthed, 'eight days ago' and thought of what happened then. "Wait," He looked over at his older brother. "Wasn't that the day of the meteorite?"

The older mechanic nodded again. "Yeah, it, uh, wasn't a meteorite!" Dean put up his hands in a 'surprise!' fashion with a cheesy smile.

"It was…an alien," Sam finished.

Dean nodded once more as he answered in a surprisingly shy voice, "Yeah…"

Castiel's eyebrows furrowed. "No, it was a seraph."

"Goddammit, Cas…!" Dean snapped.

Sam sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. This was all too weird and bizarre to take in. "Okay," he started as he looked up at his brother. "What are we going to do about this?"

Dean's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Do about what?"

Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother. "Dean! It's pretty obvious! There is an alien hiding in our barn! What do you think I mean!?"

"Um…"

"Oh, my god…" Sam muttered before continuing as if he was talking to a three year old. "How are we going to get rid of him!?"

Dean's face suddenly, and surprisingly, dropped. He now was staring down at his younger brother with a very sad and slightly terrified expression, as if he hadn't wanted to bring it up before. "Um… Well…"

"I have been questioning myself about that very matter, for quite some time, Samuel," Castiel spoke up, which made the older mechanic's face, strangely, completely crumble into that of a naïvely deceived man. It was kind of sad, really, how hurt Dean looked. "Sadly, however, I have not yet found an answer, for I have no proposal to how I arrived here on your planet in the first place."

Sam nodded. He then started to stand up and he said, "Well, don't worry…Castiel, I'll go and find out how you could've gotten here by just falling out of the sky."

Castiel nodded once, a little hesitantly, as he told him, "Thank you, Samuel."

The young man put out a hand. "Oh, no. Sam." He shook his head as he started to walk towards the moldy, old doors.

"What? You're leaving already?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered as he held the door open for himself and looked back to his older brother. "All this…" He gestured to the two in front of him. "…weirdness is too much excitement for me."

Dean chuckled and nodded. "Alright, I think I'll be right behind you."

Sam nodded as well and retreated more behind the door. "I'll save some dinner for you," he told his brother before leaving the barn and closing the door behind him. The young man then began walking back to his Uncle Bobby's house with anxiousness to get back home, where everything was normal.

Sam couldn't decide what he thought of Dean's alien-friend that had been hiding in their barn, whether he was terrified of 'Castiel' or extremely excited to go see him again. He was, however, thrilled that he didn't have to stay in there anymore. Now, Sam was able to go back to his normal uncle and his normal room where he kept his normal file cabinet. The young man was going to forget about all the things that were stowed away in those drawers. Well…except adding a few…notes…. After all, he did have some pretty good ones for them, now.