Haunted

Kevin missed normalcy. He missed his girlfriend, he missed his mom, hell, he even missed his dad that left years ago. He missed his entire life before becoming a prophet. All he wanted was that back, his home, his mom, his amazing girlfriend, even school. He would even go for The Bunker right now.

These thoughts raced through his head as he sat on the bed, legs pulled up to his chest. He was alone in a strange place, kidnapped by demons, or something worse. On his right an empty bed sent chills up his spine. He assumed Dean had been there. Why would only he and Sam be in here, but not Dean?

On his left Sam laid on a similar bed. It was just as haunted as Dean's bed. Sam was deathly still, Kevin hadn't seen him move since he woke up. He tried not to assume the worst, but he was still terrified that Sam was no longer breathing next to him.

If Sam really was dead he was really alone. Kevin couldn't fight like the Winchesters could, he could barely shoot a gun. He would never get out of here, at least not alive.

"Sam?" Kevin called for the umpteenth time, hoping to see his friend move, or even yell at Kevin to leave him alone, but nothing.

Kevin swung his legs off the bed and let his feet hit the floor. He paused for a moment, waiting for sirens to go off and demons to storm the room. After a moment of waiting he took a step towards Sam, then another, till he was standing above Sam.

"Sam, please wake up!" Kevin gently shook his arm. Still no movement. Kevin moved his hand above Sam's mouth, hoping to feel a breath. Nothing. "Sam! Don't leave me!" He shook Sam again, harder than before, "Sam don't die on me! I can't get out of here without you!"

Kevin kept shaking him, and Sam kept laying still. Finally he stepped back, leaving a cold Sam behind.

"Cas?" Kevin asked, looking towards the roof, "I know you don't have your grace and stuff, but we're in trouble. I don't know where Dean is, I think Sam might be gone, and I'm all alone. I don't know what to do. Please help me. Please."

Cas had never wanted his wings more than now. His only friends were in danger and he was stuck in traffic outside Washington, in a stolen car. The only good thing about this was at least he had his grace, sort of.

It seemed like no one was moving, even in the rush he was in. He didn't know how they could possibly be so slow, you just put your foot on the left pedal and you'd move forward. So how could they be so slow?

Then there was the person behind him, constantly honking his horn. Cas didn't understand why he couldn't be patient, he had more important business than who ever was behind him, and he was calm.

Cas sighed in relief as the cars in front of him started moving forward. He could see the exit coming up, it was only a few cars away! The line moved a bit more, and he was up the ramp! He instantly stepped as hard as he could on the gas, trying not to hit anyone. He was following his internal map, pinpointing where the prayers had come from.

It took him less than five minutes to find the building where his friends were. It was a high, grey circular building, with several parking garages around it. Cas parked across the street, eyeing the building the entire time.

Horns blared as Cas crossed the street. He was focused on the building looking for any angel repelling runes. Nothing strange stood out, it was like any other building in the city.

Cas began his walk across the bridge connecting the building and the street. It was quiet, no cars were crossing, and no one was stopping him. He didn't find it odd, or even off, just peaceful. Like the calm before the storm. Cas remembered hearing Sam say that once, and for the first time he understood that. Once he got inside, all hell was going to break loose. He was not going to abandon his friends again.

Castiel by passed the bridge security easily, a simple tap on the guards head and it was as if he was never there. Though he did feel something as he used his new grace, a stirring in the pit of his stomach. It felt wrong; uncomfortable. He decided to ignore it, blaming it on the settling of the new grace.

No one noticed as he entered the building. Everyone was too busy talking on their phones, checking slips of paper, or in such a hurry they had no time to notice anything off. Cas also noticed that there was no demons, ghosts, or really anything unnatural in the lobby of the building. Just humans.

The angel followed his senses, locating where the prayers had come from. It was like a maze the building. Dead ends, doors with no locks that didn't open, it was like it was made to confuse.

"Hey!" a voice yelled behind Cas.

Without thinking about it, Cas turned around, and went face to face with man behind him. He was young, yearly twenties by the looks of it. From the distance of about ten feet away, Cas made out that the man had blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was in simple jeans, a white shirt, and a brown leather jacket. His hands were stained a dark shade of black.

"Have you seen a man, mid twenties, tweed jacket, kind of looks like a professor?" the man asked, not seeming to worried about the man with the trench coat in front of him.

"No I haven't, sorry," Cas replied, hoping the man didn't notice how worried he was.

"Thanks anyways," the man sighed. He turned around, flashing the shield that was on his back to Cas, before twisting back around, a confused expression on his face, "Have we met before?"

Panic began to settle in. The man could have seen him anywhere. When he became 'god,' and made almost every news channel, he could have seen him when he was a fake FBI Agent, or even just wandering around when he had no place to go after he fell from heaven. Then again, it could have just been a case mistaken identity.

Cas pushed the panic and responded in a way he hoped the Winchesters would have, "No, I don't think so."

Nodding his head, the man replied, "Ok. I'm usually pretty good with faces, and I thought you looked familiar for a second." He paused as if contemplating his next words, "I'm Steve Rodgers by the way."

"Cas," Castiel replied, knowing that not saying a name could be suspicious.

Steve smiled and turned again. He took several steps, and stopped again, his body suddenly getting tense. Cas had seen this before, in almost every battle. When they got tense, they were preparing for an attack.

Steve moved faster than Cas thought he would be able to. The red, blue, and white shield was ripping through the air before Cas even had a chance to move. It hit him at top speed, slamming him into the wall. Pain tore through his body, broken ribs and internal bleeding the cause of it. Steve was fast, and obviously strong, and Cas knew in order to get to friends, he would have to get rid of Steve.

A/N: Thank you guys for your patience, I know I suck at updating! The next chapter with be action packed, and I hope I can fill your expectations with a Cas and Steve fight!