Alright, so this is my first Supernatural fanfiction so go easy on me, but it is definitely not a Destiel fanfiction.

I'd like to send a HUGE THANK YOU to my friend The Last of Her Kind for reading the story over and over again to make sure that it was good.

Please read and review, but, most of all, ENJOY!

Dean didn't like what was going on and every instinct he had told him to get the hell out of there.

He'd gotten a message from Cas in a dream and the dream had led him here. He still didn't know how he got the address through all that had happened in the dream. Red hot searing pain along with physical endurance and the feeling of a life and death struggle had seeped through Cas's thoughts into Deans dream sequence.

Upon receiving the dream/message, he'd woken up to find that Sam was looking worriedly at him. Dean dismissed it as he instantly got out of bed and grabbed the bottle of whiskey they had in their room. After taking a few very large swigs, Dean had explained the dream to Sam and written down the address that he had gotten from the dream. It took no time at all to, as Dean put so eloquently, "stow their crap" and get on the road.

The address was only about a mile away and turned out to be an old abandoned church. Dean told Sam to stay in the car until he came back, not wanting to startle Cas if he was having . . . problems. It wasn't that Cas didn't like Sam, but he and Dean shared a much more "profound bond".

Dean had to keep himself from laughing at the memory as he walked up the stairs to the old decaying building. Cas was so socially awkward that the nerdy little angel was often causing uncomfortable moments like that.

The thought that he may find Cas in a state where there would be no awkward moments caused by him scared Dean, more than he would like to admit. Cas had become like a brother to him and he had done a lot to help Dean and Sam in defeating the things that meant to do the world harm.

Calming his pounding heart, Dean made his way through the vast front doors and into the dark, quiet church. It was silent, but not a good type of silence, the kind of silence that made you know that something bad was happening. All the warning bells that had been developed from his years of hunting were going off, practically screaming at him to turn back and get the hell out of there. But he couldn't. Getting out of there would have entailed leaving Cas behind and that simply wasn't an option.

There was a tan lump of the ground ahead of him and Dean quickened his pace, trying to get to it as quickly as possible. As he neared the thing, its shape became more defined and Dean's heart rate picked up despite all his efforts. Whatever it was, it was dressed in a tan trench coat. A few more steps and a head of shaggy brown hair was revealed and Dean broke out into a run, dropping to his knees next to it. "Cas!" He rolled Cas over into his arms and looked down at his fallen friend.

Cas's head flopped onto his arm and his eyes lazily opened, revealing a weary and pained blue. "Dean?"

"Yeah, you dumb son of a bitch. Why didn't you call us for help instead of going all Leroy Jenkins on the place." Dean's eyes roamed over him and he saw the blood on his side, the stab wound that wasn't just seeping blood, but light as well. Bobby had told Dean about this. Apparently, Cas had dropped out of the sky into Bobby's dining room with a wound similar to this. It had drained him and severely weakened him. This one looked much worse.

Cas's breathing was labored as he grimaced and struggled to focus on Dean as he answered. "I don't know what you mean by that reference."

"You never do. What the hell happened, Cas?" Dean looked around when an uneasy feeling grew in the pit of his stomach.

Cas looked around with Dean, his angel instincts, but like Deans hunter ones, going off as well. "Angels. I was ambushed."

"Alright. Well, let's get you out of here before your feathered friends show up." Dean's attention was diverted when the flutter of wings sounded a few feet away. Looking up, he saw Raphael standing above them, his own sword held threateningly in his hand.

"Dean Winchester. I should've you would try to get involved. Hand over the abomination." Raphael gripped his sword tighter as Dean reached for Cas's.

"Sorry, but I can't do that." Dean slowly let Cas slide to the ground, ignoring him as he gripped his wrist in an attempt to stop him from going.

"Dean, you can't-" Cas tried to say, but was interrupted as Dean came back in a gruff voice.

"Shut up, Cas. I know how to handle princess over here." Dean got to his feet and stood protectively before his brother. He would be damned if he was going to let this bastard with wings take his friend.

Raphael smiled and began to maliciously chuckle. "You really believe that YOU can knife fight an angel."

"It can't be that hard. You guys aren't the brightest bunch of creatures I've ever met." Dean said, gripping the knife and trying to remember the way that he had seen Cas fight.

Dean didn't even get an opportunity as Raphael lunged forward, a snarl coming from deep inside him with his knife raised above his head. Dean raised his and surprisingly blocked it, throwing his own body weight forward and knocking Raphael backward.

Cas managed to roll himself over and crawl forward, trying desperately to reach Dean and help him. As much as Dean boasted, Cas knew that there was no way that Dean would be able to win in a fight against an angel, especially if that angel was Raphael, and Cas was too weak to fight. They had only one chance, and that was to flee, even as undignified as running away was.

Dean swiped towards Raphael who jumped back before coming forward, knife raised again. Dean walked right into the trap and raised his own knife. At the last second, he dropped the knife into his lower hand and grabbed Dean's wrist that held his knife, plunging his own into Dean's shoulder. Dean fell back and noticed that he was only an arms reach away from Cas, who was, amazingly, on his hands and knees, conscious and aware.

Cas stretched out his hand, summoning the 'emergency reserves', as the humans would call it, of his angelic power. "Dean. Give me your hand."

Dean didn't waste a second and locked his hand around Cas's wrist as Cas locked his own around Deans. In a second, the flutter of wings sounded and Cas and Dean were gone.

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