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This is my first fan fiction. So if you're going to review it. Be nice :) and give me suggestions for later chapters. I'm extremely un-creative. ;D

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Dean sat down on the couch in his crappy motel room, and sighed. Another night of endless TV shows and drinking until he passed out. Sam was out hunting a vampire, or tracking the leviathans, Dean wasn't sure. It had been this way for a number of months, his brother would be out hunting while Dean moved from motel to motel, he just couldn't bring him self to help Sam. No matter how much he wanted to he just couldn't, he wanted Bobby back. And most of all Cas. He buried his face in his hands at the thought of his best friend and everything that happened. He didn't want to sit around feeling sorry for himself and practically drowning in beer and self pity, but he didn't know what else to do. He'd pretty much lost everything. Again.

Dean cracked open another beer, he'd lost count of how many he'd already had but he didn't care. The oldest Winchester flicked through all the channels on the TV, nothing was on as usual unless he watched Porn. Although, that didn't interest him anymore, nothing did, not the cheap whores he chatted up in the bars , not even food. He just didn't care.
Dean frowned, "Perhaps this is how Sam felt when he was soulless," he thought. "Maybe, I've lost my soul some how." He rolled his eyes, of course he still had a soul, he wanted Cas and Bobby back, so that was proof enough that there was still a soul swimming about somewhere inside of him.

Dean's phone buzzed in his pocket, he didn't have a ringtone anymore, he found no enjoyment in music of any kind. He pulled his cell out and looked at the caller I.D.

"What, Sam?" he sighed wearily. Sam never called, so it must have been an emergency, and Dean was in no mood to get up to drive any where.

"Hey, Dean, are you ok?" Sam asked, there was something off about his voice, it sounded exactly like Sam but something was different. Dean's eyes narrowed, Sam knew he wasn't ok.

"Ugh, just perfect, Sammy, perfect. Why you calling?"

"Am I not allowed to call my brother?" Sam replied. Dean froze, since when did Sam speak like that...

"Dude, really? 'Am I not allowed'? Since when did you speak like that? You sound just like..." Dean's voice trailed off and he winced as Cas crossed his mind.

"Ah, damn, sorry Dean. I guess the way he spoke kind of rubbed off on me. I know you miss him, but we have to talk about this Dean. You're miserable, aren't you?"

"Sam! I don't want to talk about this, you know that, so don't even bother. When I'm 'ready' we'll start hunting those Leviathans and find a way to kill the bastards for what they did to Bobby and Cas," The oldest Winchester snapped, he took a sip of his beer, leaning his head against the back of the couch."

"Ok, Dean, I get you. Where are you? I haven't seen you in a while, and I've just finished killing a shifter so I need a beer," Sam said.

Dean frowned, he was certain Sam hadn't mentioned anything about a shifter last time he left. Although that was a while ago, probably a few weeks, but Dean wasn't certain. When you drank non-stop and passed out at regular intervals time didn't mean much. Dean sighed, "I'm at the Hills Motel, Colorado, Room 214." Dean heard a beeping noise from his phone, Sam had clearly hung up. "Bye, Sammy." Dean muttered sarcastically. Throwing his phone across the room in annoyance. He leaned back against the couch finally feeling the insane amount of alcohol take an effect. The Winchester closed his eyes and slipped into an uneasy sleep like every night.

Dean always had the same dream, there was nothing he could do to stop it. He would just see Cas walking into the lake, well it wasn't Cas, it wasn't his angel he was watching for the 100th time. There was black blood tricking down his face as he stumbled ungracefully towards the lake. No matter how much Dean tried to turn away or cover his eyes he couldn't. He just had to watch as the Leviathan walked into the lake and disappeared under the bubbling black water. Dean bent down to pick up the beige trench coat like he did every time. It was nothing new but he still got a horrible twisted feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Normally the dream would have ended by now, and he's wake up sweating and shaking. But he wasn't waking, Dean frowned and sat on the hard ground. He wasn't quite sure what to do now, so he just sat there waiting to wake up. Being at the place he lost Cas was awful, especially when he was just sitting there watching the still waters. Dean turned his head to look at the trees to the side of him. Suddenly he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He whipped his dead round squinting towards the center of the dark lake. There was movement far out creating ripples that caused water to flicked lightly up the bank.

Dean sat up quickly, gasping. He heard a tap on the motel door, the oldest Winchester got off the couch groaning and rubbing the back of his neck which was always sore now. He glanced at the clock on the side of the wall as he walked towards the door, Four AM. Dean's eyes narrowed, Sam knew better than to wake him up at a time like this.

He grabbed the door handle, swinging the door open. "Sam, you do know how to read the time, right?" Dean practically growled.

"Hello, Dean."