Chapter 1

The confused angel looks around the junk shop he suddenly finds himself in. He looks over at the man and in a deep voice asks, "Why have you summoned me here?" A summoning spell is the only explanation why he was in the 1967 Impala one minute and junk shop the next.

"Because," began the man, the British sounding accent adding to the smooth confidence of his voice, "you have the ingredient I need to complete my spell, the only one I can't find here in Storybrooke." With a wave of his hand, he manages to force the angel into a chair and bind his hands and feet. "Don't bother struggling, Deary, these ropes are enchanted so that no magical being can escape." The man leans over the angel, removing the blade from inside his trench coat. "And don't worry, you won't remember a thing." With that, the man slices open the angel's throat just under his Adam's apple and the angel's grace floats out like a brilliant blue light into the waiting container. The man uses his magic to heal the wound, and with another wave of his hand, the angel disappears from the shop.

Dean Winchester rushes into the Men of Letters bunker, clearly panicked and out of breath. He calls for his younger brother Sam, who comes running.

"Dean, what's wrong? Where are the snacks? Where's Cas?"

Sam's string of questions gave Dean the time to catch his breath. "I don't know where Cas is, that's the problem. One minute we were in the car making a snack run, and the next minute he was just…gone."

"How is that possible?" Sam asks, "He still doesn't have his wings, it's not like he can just blink out anymore."

"Or like he'd do it mid-sentence either," Dean agrees, "That's what's weird. He was saying something about food and molecules and something about peanut butter, then poof, he was gone."

"Maybe he was recalled to Heaven?" Sam says, half hopeful his friend is alright, half worried he's now in Heaven's jail.

"That's what we need to find out," Dean states. "Let's go, we're going to crash Heaven's gate and find out what the Hell is going on!"

When the brothers arrive at the playground that serves as the gate to Heaven, Sam looks over from the passenger's seat at Dean and suggests that the older Winchester stay put. "You're a little…um…kill first ask questions later right now, Dean. Plus, most of them hate you. I'd better do the talking."

"Fine," Dean agrees begrudgingly. He didn't want to admit Sam was right.

As Sam approaches the angels guarding the gate, one of them meets him before he can get too close. "Sam Winchester, I'm afraid you are not welcome here anymore. After the havoc you and Castiel caused by letting Metatron free, we were instructed to keep you away."

"Just hear me out," Sam implores. "Castiel is the reason we're here. We just need to know that he's ok. He did get recalled to Heaven, right?"

"I have no knowledge of that," the angel answers. "Last anyone has heard of Castiel, he was with the Winchesters."

"He was," Sam explains, "And then, he wasn't. He just disappeared out of the car while Dean was driving."

"That's not possible, he doesn't have his wings."

"Exactly," Sam agrees, "That's why we're here. We just want to find out what happened."

"Let me look into it," the angel offers, "You can have a seat here."

Sam sits down on the offered park bench and waits for the angel to return.

The angel approaches Sam, a grim look on her face, "I'm afraid it's not good news. Castiel is not in Heaven, and no one can sense his location. It's as if he's hidden from us."

"His cell phone is too," Sam adds, "Calls go straight to voicemail, and the GPS is a total blank."

"If someone can hide an Angel of the Lord from the Hosts of Heaven and the Winchesters, then that cannot be a good thing. Sam," the angel implores, "You and your brother have to find him. You two are probably the only ones who can."

Castiel awakes on a bus station bench and sees a red leather jacket and long blonde hair standing over him. "You can't sleep here, Buddy," blonde hair says to him as his blue eyes blink into consciousness.

"I-I'm sorry. I have no idea how I got here," he replies, clearly confused.

"That's the question of the hour," the woman continues. "Nobody should be coming into this town," she says basically under her breath. Looking back down at the loiterer, she says, "I'm Emma Swann, sheriff of Storybrooke. And you are?"

"I'm Castiel and I am…" he stopped before he said "Angel of the Lord," because as he rubbed his aching head and felt his stomach churning, he realized he was human…again. "Lost," was how he chose to finish the sentence.

"Well, Castiel, let's head over to the Sheriff's Station and see if we can get you unlost," Emma offers him a hand to help him up and they get into her yellow Bug.