Chapter 1 – I think I'm going to like it here.

3rd Persons P.O.V.

"This makes no sense." Sam frowns, "I mean, how many angels fell? Hundreds? Thousands? And nobody sees anything? This is… Look at this." He puts his mono voice on, "They call it meteor shower. Seriously?"

His concerned gaze shifts from the newspaper to Dean.

"What's going on man, you okay?"

"Me?" Dean moves his head and looks at Sam. "Yeah, it's fine. It's just-" Sam interrupts Dean, while Dean is still concentrating on the road.

"It's just we got a…Major…. Freaking feast crap on our hands, yeah tell me about it." Sam raises his eyebrows. "Thousands of super powered dicks touching down and we got no idea where to start."

Dean lets out a breath, "Angels aren't our problem right now okay? Or demons, or Metatron, Or whatever the hell happened to Cas."

"Why because we hugged it out in that Church and… And now were going to go to Disney Land?" Sam asks sarcastically. "Dean, you said it yourself, we're not going to sleep until it's done."

"I know."

"So what's the problem?"

"Guys." Madeleine finally says something, "Calm it."

After a long pause Dean replies, "You… Look there is no easy way of saying this. But something happened down there.. In the Church, and I don't know what, and I don't know why." After another pause Dean replied, "You're dying Sam."

Sam looks at his older brother, confused written on his face, "Shut up."

Dean glares at Sam.

Madeleine P.O.V

Dean examines his unconscious brother, who is laying on the hospital bed, and the only thing keeping him calm is Sam's heartbeat and me. He turns his head where the TV is placed. GLOBAL METEOR SHOWER, in big capital letters, written in one of the corners. While the video is playing of the angels falling down from heaven.

A small brown haired lady walks in a room, with her white hospital uniform. Holding something in her hands, "Excuse me sir, are you Sam's brother? Dean?" she asks, fully ignoring me.

His gaze shifts and nods at the small lady.

"Well I have your brothers MRI and if you don't mind I would like to put them on the wall, please." She politely asks.

"Go ahead," His raspy voice replies.

Her small frame makes its way to the wall, and there is some sort of a lamp, that is hanging on the wall. She carefully places the pictures on the lamp, and they stick to it. The nurse turns around and leaves the room silently closing the doors behind her.

Dean pushes himself of the metal chair, and slowly walks up to the MRI pictures, silently examining the black and blue view.

"Dean-" I start.

"What?" He snaps. "I'm sorry, it's just all of this happening, and, Cas, angels falling, and Crowley." His apologetic eyes look at me, the sides of my lips pull up as if trying to smile at him.

A dark skinned doctor walks in the room, and starts explaining everything to us.

"The MRI shows massive internal burns affecting many of the major organs, oxygen to the brain has been severely deprived." While he is still writing something with the black pen he has his grip on, examining the person who is laying on the bed.

"The coma is the result of the body doing everything in its limited power to protect its self from further harm."

"This wasn't supposed to happen," the older brother says, the guilt never leaving his voice.

The doctor looks at Dean with a sympathetic look, and sucks some air in before he continuous talking, "If your brother continuous on this faze, the machines might keep him alive but-"Dean interrupts the doctor.

"He'll be dead."

"Technically yes, I'm afraid so."

"So there is no, recovery?" Dean looks at the doctor, tears gathering in his eyes, "I mean there is no bounce back? There's no nothing?"

"I'm afraid that's in Gods hands now."

"You're a doctor-" The man starts getting furious. "You're a medical professional doctor, you try to tell me that my brothers life is in Gods hands? What is that supposed to be a comfort?!"

"Mr. Dorothy-" The doctor tries to calm him down.

"God has nothing to do with this equation, at all!" Dean glares at the doctor.

"Hey, hey Dean." I put my hand on his shoulder trying to calm him down.

"I didn't mean-" The doctor tries to talk, but he gets interrupted again.

"That's not good enough!" Dean shouts at the doctor, turning around and storming out of the room. After a couple of seconds, I decide to follow Dean, I quietly leave the room, and instantly spot him going somewhere. He makes his way to the hospital Chapel, and sits on one of those wooden benches. I slowly and quietly walk up to him, and sit behind him, so he wouldn't be able to notice me.

"Cas you there?" He whispers. "Sammy's hurt, he's hurt ah... He's hurt pretty bad." He pauses for a little bit. "And ah… I know you think that I'm pissed at you. But I don't care that the angels fell… So what ever you did, or didn't do… It doesn't matter, okay? We will work it out… Please man, I need you here." He waits a couple of seconds, Dean probably closed his eyes and when he opens them, he looks around frantically searching for the favorite angel of his, and when he doesn't find Cas around, he silently swears.

"Screw it. Okay listen up… This goes to every angel who has their radio's on. This is Dean Winchester, and I need your help. The deal is this, I'm in the memorial hospital, right of in New York. The first one that can help me, gets my help in return. And you know that ain't nothing. Hell there's no secret that we haven't always seen eye to eye, but you know that I'm good for my word, and I wouldn't be asking If I didn't need it. So." A tear escapes Deans eye. Before Dean could stand up and walk back, I quickly make my way out of there, back where Sam is.

Idiot. What is he doing? Is he trying to kill himself?

3rd Persons P.O.V

"Just because you're dying doesn't mean your dead yet, we got ourselves out of worse. We're going to fight this. I gotta plan, and you just going to have to hang in there-" Dean looks at Sam, "Do you hear me?"

"Absolutely." Sam sarcastically looks at Dean.

"You think I'm lying."

"Pretty much, yeah," Sam laughs.

"You understand that were really not in this car right now. We are in your head, and your in a coma, and, or dying."

"How do you know that?"

"Because, I'm you, and you're you, all of this… It's you. We're in your head!"

"Uh, guys, I really appreciate if you would understand that I'm here too!" The girl announces loudly.

"You're serious?" He pauses, still ignoring her, thinking about the thought that he is kind of dead. "The reason I stopped doing the trials, is not to die."

"Guys!" She shouts.

"Shut up, Madeleine." They both say in unison. She lifts her hands in the air, and sits back in her seat.

"And the next time we see Naomi, or Metatron or who ever is to blame for this. We'll get justice, bur for right now we got to fight this man."

"Okay." Sam agrees. "Alright what's the plan?"

"I'm working on it." After Dean says that the girl just laughs at him, Dean glances at Madeleine glaring at her.

"What does that mean? I'm kinda… dying here apparently..."

"It means I'm working on it, alright?" Dean announces strictly.

"The thing is, if I am dying. And I believe you, I do. But if you're you, but you're really me, and you're the part of me that wants to fight to live-"

"Yes, I have no idea what you just said, but yes, continue."

"Then why is she here?" He motions to the girl.

"Hey! For company?" Madeleine shrugs her shoulders.

"And if you don't have any idea how I'm supposed to fight, then am I supposed to be fighting at all?"

"Are you serious?"

"Hell yes he's serious." Bobby's voice rings through the car. "And if you ask me, the kid has a good point.

"Sam wants to die, and you think he has a point?!"

"Okay, I don't want to die!" Sam argues. "I asked if I am supposed-"

"Shut up Sam." Madeleine and Dean respond at the same time. "And you-" The older Winchester points at the back seat, to Bobby, "Go. Oh and before you throw me out of the bus, you're welcome for the hell rescue."

"Hey first of all, you didn't rescue jack, Sam did. Second of all, Sam you're in a coma, now as suck as that may, sometimes is just how the things are supposed to go."

"Though, there is always a way! You thought us that!" Dean shouts.

"Oh, you mean the way that one of you idjits always finds a way to beat death, like sell your soul?"

"Exactly like selling my soul!"

"I'm rooting for Dean." The girl in the back seat says, before getting a glare from every passenger in that car.

"Like that worked the last time!"

"Oh-"

"Enough! Both of you! I can't hear myself think."

Dean glances at Sam, while Sam is still deep in thought, he glances back at the road, and then he glances back at Sam.

"Hey, you're not buying this are you?" Madeleine asks.

"Excuse me, your not dead are you, because I am, and maybe I'm here because I'm the part of Sam that actually knows what the hell he's talking about-"

"We'll I'm in the front seat, because Sam put me there, because he wants to fight! Right?"

Then Dean glances at Sam again, to find Bobby sitting right in the middle of both of them, the girl is still at the back, "Uh, thanks Sam." She glares at him, not even a secont passed as she was sitting on Deans lap.

"Well, that just got real uncomfortable, see ya Dean." Bobby put his arm on Sam's shoulder.

"Sam don't you dare-"

"Yep, yep, yep, yep. Am I right?"

"Honestly Bobby, I don't know what's right."

Bobby puts his arm on Sam shoulder and taps it a couple of times, "Let's walk."

Madeleine's P.O.V

A lady walks in the room, Deans eyes shift from his brother to the lady, he quickly stands up, and because I can't be bothered I just sit there, examining the lady.

"Hey, I'm just going to break the ice. Are you an angel?" Dean asks.

The lady laughs, "Sometimes I wish I was, my name is Kim Shorts, and I am the grief canceller at the hospital."

"I'm sorry I'm just tired." Dean looks at the lady, "With all do respect, I'm not grieving, not yet at least."

"I'm afraid as hard as it might be, this would be a good time to talk, about the inevitable."

"Look I'm sure you're a nice person, and that you mean well, but inevitable? That's a fine word where I came from. There is always a way." I get in the middle of them.

"And I'm a woman that believes in miracles as much as the next. But I also know that, that is rare, and if you have a direct line to those angels-" She is looking at me.

"Yeah, I guess I don't, but I'm going to have something better." Dean smirks. "I've got a King of Hell in my trunk."

The older brother marches out the room, "Is that a… Is that a metaphor?" The woman asks me confused.

I ran after Dean as he makes his way to the car park that is underground, he nocks on his trunk two times,

"Crowley, listen up you son of a bitch. One for yes and two for no. You alive?"

Silence.

"Are you joking Dean?" I look at him like he is crazy.

"Oh, come on. Don't be a pouter."

Crowley knocks on the car trunk.

"There we go." Just as Dean was going to open the car trunk, someone grabbed him and placed a knife on his neck. "You called?" A male voice speaks.

I was going to grab the angels hand, but with one hand movement he had me stuck on the car.

"Yeah for help,"

"Yes, you'll be helping me."

The angel grabbed Deans arm and twisted it, pushing him onto the car trunk, "If you lied to me, Dean Winchester, I will rip her to pieces. Where is Castiel?" The angry angel asked.

"Who's asking?"

"Try every angel who was ejected from their home."

"Oh. Oh well in that case, I have no clue."

The angel grabs Deans shoulder, pulls him up and throws him back down, as the angel was going to stab Dean, some other angel grabbed the first angel's arm. "Easy there brother, this young man has prayed for our sisters. Are we creatures of wreath? Or compassion?"

"Forgive me, brother. I don't recognize you."

"Happy to make you a reacquaintance, after you disarm." The angel asks strictly.

The mean angel lets go of Dean and stands there for a second, before punching the good angel.

"Is that any way to treat a brother who was injured in the fall?" The good angel glares.

The mean angel swings his weapon into the good angel, praying that it will stab him, but the good angel moves and grabs the metal angel knife, punching the bad angel and swinging the knife around, the knife fell down. They start punching each other. I quietly grab the knife and make my way to the bad angel, without even saying anything I stab him and a blinding light flashes.

"Who are you?" Dean examines the angel.

"Never mind me, you are Dean Winchester, I heard your prayer, and I am here to help." The angel slowly passes out hitting the ground.

"Okay." Dean sarcastically whispers.

The older Winchester is walking around the holy fire circle, examining the passed out angel, and I'm just sitting on the pavement, the angel slowly sits up, looking at its surroundings.

"You wanna help? Start with a name." Dean orders the angel.

"Ezekiel." He replies.

"Alright Ezekiel, how do I know you're not hunting me or Castiel like the other angels?" Dean questions the fallen angel.

"Oh, I'm sure there are many angels who are, many more are on they're way here more likely."

"How do you know that?" I ask him confused.

"He brought out an open prayer like that." Ezekiel points out.

"I know that I was really desperate." Dean says, looking with guilt in his eyes at me.

The angel stands up, and looks at Dean, "Believe it or not. Some of us still do believe in our mission, and that means we still believe in Castiel and you."

"You said during the fall you were hurt."

"I was, entangling with my brother back there did no favors, but I have some strength left, and I offer it to you."

Both men stare at the unconscious body in front of them. Ezekiel put's his hand on Sammy's chest, "You still able to cure things, after the fall?" I ask him.

"Yes I should be but, he's so weak."

Deans phone rings, he puts his hand in his pocket, searching for his phone. His fingers finally recognize the phone with all those other things that he has in his pocket, and pulls it out. Staring into the screen, the only thing he sees is some numbers, his thumb quickly presses the green button, and the older brother presses the phone onto his ear.

"Who is this?"

"Dean." Castiel's voice rings into the Winchester's ear.

Dean quickly steps out of the room closing the door behind him. I follow him.

"Cas, what the hell is going on?" He puts the call on speaker.

"Metatron tricked me, it wasn't angel trials, it was a spell, I wanted you to know."

"Okay, we got ourselves a problem." Dean announces.

"What's wrong?"

"Its Sam, he's ah, he's… They say he's dying."

"What happened?" Cas asks.

"I don't know first he was okay, and then he wasn't. Have you heard my prayers? I have been praying for you the whole night." The older Winchester states.

"Dean, Metatron, he… He took my grace." Cas told him, the guilt never leaving his voice.

"What?!"

"Don't worry about me, what are you doing about Sam?"

"Everything I can, there is actually another angel in there right now."

"What other angel?" Castiel's suspicious voice rings.

"Um, he's name is Ezekiel, he's cool, I mean I think he is." Dean shrugs his shoulders.

"Ezekiel, yes. He's a good soldier. He should be able to help until I get there."

"No, no. Hey, that's not an option." Dean argued.

"Might be a few days, but-"

I rudely interrupted Castiel, "Cas, listen to me. There are angels out there okay? They're looking for you, and they're pissed."

"Not all of them, Medelein, some are just looking for direction, some just lost."

"Who you talking about?" Dean's confused voice rings.

"I've met one, I think I can help her Dean."

"No, Cas. I know you want to help okay, but helping angels is what got you in trouble in the first place. Now I'm begging you for once look out for yourself, until we figure out what the hell is going on, I need you to trust nobody." Dean orders strictly.

"And do what? Just abandon them all?"

"Damn it Cas, you're hearing you're self? There is a war out there, and it's on you! There are thousands of them there, you said you lost your grace. Right? That means, you're human. Now that means, you bleed, you sleep, you eat. All the things you didn't need to worry about before."

"I'm fine Dean."

Then suddenly, the ground starts shaking, "Wow, what's happening?" Dean walks around the corner

"I think we got company." I whisper.

"Get your ass to the bunker, ALONE. You hear me?"

"Dean,-"

"Go Cas!" Dean hangs up the phone, and we both start running to the room where Sam is.

Dean opens the door and looks at the angel, "One of yours?"

"Trying to secure a vessel, we need to move." Ezekiel replies.

"No, no. If we move him, he dies." Dean motions Sam with his hand.

"If we stay, we could all die."

The older Winchester starts frantically searching something with his eyes, he examines everything until his eyes catch a board pen. He quickly runs up to the black board pen and starts drawing on the walls, "Come on, help me." He stares at me. I nod and grab a pen.

"As long as these are on, nobody can come in, and nobody's coming out." Dean states and stares at the angel. "You okay?"

"I'll manage."

Ezekiel starts shifting his gaze around the room, "What?" I look at the angel.

"They're here."

Dean walks up to the door and looks back at the angel, "Do not open this door to anyone else but me." Dean looks at his younger brother, "Save him, you hear me."

3rd Person

The Winchester opens the door and quickly closes it behind him. He starts running through the corridors, and the windows start to burst. He runs up to the fire alarm, and sets it. The loud and annoying alarm screams trough the whole building, making everyone rush to the exit. "Everybody out! Now!" Dean screams.

"Hey, you got to get out of here." Dean helps a woman to stand up, the woman that was in the room earlier.

"Come on."

As he turns around, a man with the angel knife stands five meters away from him, "Stay behind me." He orders Kim, the Winchester gets out his knife and stands there glaring at the angel. Kim hits Deans hand, making him drop the knife, she then swiftly turns him around and grabs Dean by his chin, lifting him up.

Bobby and Sam, finally stop walking, "There it is, everything inside you need to help you on your way." Bobby stares into Sam as the younger Winchester takes a couple of steps further than Bobby did. "Go on, Son. I'll be waiting for you with a couple of cold ones."

A silent scream is let out by Bobby, as a dagger pierces through his chest. Sam's scared face is starring at Bobby, Dean let's go of Bobby's body letting it hit the ground, after a second the body disappears.

"Sorry old man."

"Dean, are you insane?!"

"Oh come on Sammy, Bobby was the part of you that wants to die. I know it stinks, but he had to go." Dean orders.

"No, you have to go. When are you going to realize, it's over! There is nothing to fight for!"

"Nah, I know that you don't believe that."

"Really?" Sam asks sarcastically. "Then what's your plan Dean."

"My plan?" Dean turns to the side, and punches Sam. "My plan is to fight! My plan is to try!-" The older brother punches Sam again, "My plan-" Dean punches Sam again, this time the younger Winchester falls to the ground, "Is to give a damn!"

Dean picks up his brother from the ground and stares at him, "You tell me there's noting? Huh? You telling me there is nothing to fight for? Nothing out for?"

"No, I'm telling you there is, you might not like it. You might not accept it. But it's in there." Sam motions to the small wooden cabin. "Its in that house."

"You know what's in that house! Now I can't help you! If you ain't willing to fight for yourself!" Sam's guilty eyes are examining everything, but the pissed off face he has in front of him.

"I know,-" He slowly takes Deans hands off his jacket, "It's okay, It's what I want."

Dean pierces Sam with the disappointed look, the younger Winchester raises his hands and grabs the side of his brother's face, tapping it a couple of times. Dean disappears into thin air, and Sam is left alone by himself. He turns around and starts making his way to the wooden cabin.

Deans body is getting dragged by the two angels who beat him up, his face is bloody, then after a couple of seconds he gets dropped on the ground, he lets out a moan.

"Let me make this easy for you, tell me where Castiel is, or you're brother is going to wish he was dead."

"You can't get pas the wording." Dean smirks at them two.

"But we will."

The guy breaks the emergency glass, and gets out the axe, the woman grabs Dean by his jacket collar, "And when we will, I'm going to strip off his skin, and you're going to watch."

"Bite me." He smirks at her.

She punches him again, and the older Winchester falls onto the glass, Dean lets out a laugh, "Did I ever tell you? You hit like an angel."

"Dean! Are you okay?" Madeleine's voice comes through that door.

The woman kicks him in the face and Dean falls back down again.

Sam walks in the room and examine his surroundings, he turns around to see a fireplace that is alight, a table, and two sofa's, brown wooden walls, brown floor.

"Hello, Sam." Death turns around, "I have been waiting for you."

The guy with the axe starts to break down the door, and the woman throws Dean into the wall.

"Okay, okay wait!" Dean pauses, the woman signs a stop to the man and he stops. "I will tell you where Cas is, but first I have a question."

"Ask." The woman orders.

"If heaven is locked, then where do you go when I do this?" The older Winchester touches the freshly made sign, and the blinding light takes the angels away,

As quickly as he can Dean stood up and walked in the room, just to be welcomed by another screaming sound, and one pair of worried eyes. "What's happening?"

"This, he's dying, and the warning." Ezekiel states looking at Dean.

The Winchester starts to frantically search for something, "I'm afraid I'm weaker than I thought." Dean starts crossing out some of the signs with the red marker. "I am sorry Dean." The angel apologizes.

"No, no, no. We had a deal, okay? I fight, you save!"

"I'm just afraid it's too late."

"You kidding me? You're saying there is no way to save my brothers life?!" The older Winchester is getting pissed off.

"No good ways I'm afraid." Ezekiel lets out a long breath.

"So what are the bad ones?" I ask.

"What are the options man?! Go to bad, let me hear them!" Dean shouts.

"I cannot promise, but there is a chance that I might fix you're brother, from the inside." The angels gaze meets Deans worried eyes.

"From the inside? What? Open him up?" Dean is starting to panic, Ezekiel shakes his head as no.

Dean quickly glances at Sam and then back at the angel. "What possession? You want to posses Sam?" Dean spits out the word possess.

"I told you."

"No way."

"Understood, It's your call."

"No it's Sam's call." Dean walks around the hospital bed, "There is no way in hell he would say yes to being possessed by anything."

"He would rather die." The angles adds.

Deans nods his head and stares at his dying brother. The angel stands up and waves his hand in front of the machine that was making that horrible sound.

"I'll leave you two alone then."

"Dean, come on. Think it through."

"Madeleine, I.."

Just as Ezekiel walked up to the door, Dean called out, "Wait."

The older Winchester turned around and stared at the fallen angel, "If I consider this, and I mean just consider it. I need something man, you got to prove to me how bad he is."

Ezekiel nods his head, and walks up to Sam. Putting his hand on Sam's forehead, "Close your eyes." He says before putting his other hand on Deans forehead.

"I must admit, when I heard it was you. I had to do it myself." Death spoke, while Sam was fiddling with his fingers.

"I bet you get off on this."

"Perhaps, but not in the way you assume." Death lifted his head up, starring into the brown wall. "I consider it to be quite the honor to collect the soul of Sam Winchester."

Sam lifts his eyebrows giving Death the you're kidding me, look.

"I try so hard not to pass judgment in time like this, not my bag you see, but you… Well played my boy."

"I need to know one thing." Sam gives his broody look to Death.

"Yes?"

"If I go with you, then you promise. That this time, it would be final, and if I'm dead. I stay dead. Nobody can reverse it, nobody can deal it away, nobody else can get hurt because of me."

"I can promise that."

"What are you doing Sam?" Dean asks his unconscious brother.

"As you can see, there is not much time." The angel announces staring at Dean.

"I know. Dammit, I know."

Dean slowly walks around the bed, "How would it work?" He asks Ezekiel.

"Mutual, benefit nice I suppose, I heal Sam, while I heal myself."

"And when he is healed?" Madeleine asks suspiciously.

"I leave." Ezekiel lets out a long breath, "It's the best out of the worst situation."

"Either if I said yes it wouldn't mean squat. Sam would never say yes, not to you." Dean glances at the angel.

"But he would say yes to you." Ezekiel says.

"It's time Sam shall we?" Death stands up from the sofa.

"Hold on." Dean's voice rings in Sam's head.

"Dean."

"It's okay Sam,-" Deans gaze shifts to Death, "I would've brought nuts, but my time is short."

"By all means." Death motions that they can speak.

"What's going on?" Sam's concerned face is staring at his older brother.

"I found a plan."

"Its too late, I'm going."

"No, no, no. Listen to me-" Dean was interrupted by Sam.

"Why are you even here? I'm not fighting this anymore."

"You have to fight this!-" Dean shouts, "I can fix this, okay? But not if you shut me out."

They both glance at Death. "It's not his time."

"That's for Sam to decide." Death looks at Sam, who is in his brooding moment.

"Hey, Sam listen to me, I made you a promise, in that Church, you and me. But you got to let me in man. You got to let me help, there ain't no me if there ain't no you." Deans concerned face looks at his younger brother.

"You have Madeleine." Sam says, looking at him.

"There ain't no me, if there ain't no you." Dean repeats himself again.

After a long silence, Sam finally breaks it, "What do I do?"

"Is that a yes?" Deans face turns from concerned to surprised.

"Yes." The younger Winchester replies.

"Come on." Dean puts his hand on Sam's shoulder and he starts to transform into Ezekiel.

Madeleine's P.O.V

"So?" Dean asks the angel that is in his brothers body. "How is it looking in there?"

"Not good, there is much work to be done." He answers in his monotone.

"But he's going to wake up right?" Dean asks, while looking at the pavement.

"He will."

"So what he does, what is he going to feel you inside?" I ask the angel.

"He will not feel me. No. There is no reason for Sam to know that I'm here at all." The angel states.

"You're joking? I'm, no. This is, this is too big." Dean shakes his head.

"And what would he do, if you do tell him that he's possessed by an angel."

They both stop and look at each other, "He will need to understand." Dean says.

"And if he will not?"

Deans face mimics a couple of 'I'MSCREWED' faces, "Without he's acceptance, Sam can eject me anytime he wants. Especially when I'm so weak, and if Sam does eject me, he will die."

Dean looks to the ground and lets out an long deep breath.

"Then we keep it a secret for now. Or at least when Sam is well enough that he doesn't need a angelic pace maker, or I find a way to tell him. I… The memories about hospital.."

"I can erase them if you like." Ezekiel looks at Dean. "You will not remember any of this."

I sit in the back seat, staring at Dean, while he is watching the road.

"Where are we?" Sam's groggily voice breaks the silence.

"Wow. Sam?" Dean examines the younger Winchester. I quickly sit up and stare at Sam, "Dude!" I smile at him.

"What?"

"Okay, take it easy. How, how you feeling?" Dean glances back at the road ahead of him.

"It's hard, like I slept for a week."

"Well, you slept only for a day. But not since the sky has been spitting angels."

"What happened?"

"What do you remember?" I glance at Dean.

"The Church.. Um, the feeling like crap, the angels falling and that's it." Sam puts his broody face on.

"But you feeling good?" Dean asks him.

"Yeah, I. I mean, I just.. You've been driving around for the past day with me passed out in the passenger seat?"

"Nah, I mean. It's not, you know. Well a few Japanese tours, take some pictures, nobody got to anything" Dean says sarcastically, Sam just throws 'areyoukiddingme' face, "I knew you'll pull through, I meant what I said in that Church. We are capable of anything, Sam, and hell if you didn't prove me right."

"Yeah." I add, just to get a laugh from Sam.

"Because we have work to do." Sam looks back at the road, and Dean smiles at his younger brother.

"Yeah, bitches. Winchesters are back in the game." I announce loudly.