Hey! I just randomly thought of this story while I was at school today, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters

~All Angels Need Their Wings~

Dean let out a long sigh as he watched his younger brother sluggishly throw his pack onto the questionable sofa. Dean glanced around at the old abandoned house they were currently taking refuge in. This one wasn't too bad; it was just dirty with a few pieces of dusty furniture spread out within the worn out rooms.

Both were sore from the hunt, but nothing too serious had occurred. Dean rubbed his aching shoulders as his thoughts suddenly drifted to his angelic best friend. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes with the heal of his palm; desperately willing those thoughts away. Cas was gone. Thinking about him wouldn't bring him back, and it would just stress him out, which is something he didn't need more of.

It had been almost a year since Castiel had disappeared into the lake and was devoured by black goo; being swallowed whole and never to see daylight again. Dean's mouth twisted with dissatisfaction as he realized he was still thinking about the angel. His eyes drooped to the floor, suddenly aware of how exhausted he truly was.

Dean's head involuntarily jerked up in Sam's direction. He was staring.

"Dean? Forget something? You've been staring at the floor for over a minute now." Sam turned to gather his clothes as he muttered,

"I swear all that porn is turning you into a zombie."

Dean closed the creaking wood door and huffed,

"Bitch."

Sam gave a tight smile over his shoulder,

"Jerk."

To Dean's surprise he felt the floor beneath him begin to shake. He looked to Sam who looked just as startled, as the shaking became more intense. Both hunters grabbed their guns and spun in circles; waiting for an attack. Sam had his knife at the ready and spoke over his shoulder,

"Demons?"

Dean could feel the wooden floor boards shake and creak,

"…I don't think so."

The house began to shake violently as old light bulbs shattered from an invisible pressure. Dean could feel a tightness form in his chest and his head felt like it was in a vice. He fell to his knees, just as his brother unconsciously did the same, and held his painfully throbbing skull. At first he could hear a faint hissing sound all around them, but soon it became a loud un-describable piercing buzz that vibrated his entire body. To Dean this was all too familiar. He forced out a cry against the pressure that continued to build,

"Sam!"

His younger brother was on the floor as if in a praying position; twitching a squirming, trying to get release from the unseen pain.

All of the bulbs were completely shattered now, and the whole room was caressed with a blue haze from the half moon suspended low in the starless sky.

A stinging bright white light soon appeared over the shaking house; covering it in a blinding spotlight. Dean had to shut his eyes from the blazing white hot that seemed to be burning the house. Sam ended up on the other side of the dining room, crouched down and covering his ears with his eyes locked shut.

Dean felt as if the air had a grip on his heart and was squeezing it painfully into submission; he couldn't move now, the air was too thick and the buzzing paralyzed him. He tried to scream but nothing came out.

Suddenly, in a burst of stabbing white and wood splinters, something crashed through the roof and plummeted to the ground. It smacked the floor with such force that it left a slight crater on the broken boards. Dust and debris covered Sam and Dean as the light suddenly vanished, as if it were never there. The buzzing had halted as well and Dean thought that the sudden silence was even more painful.

He tried to get his eyes to adjust to the moonlight and shadows as he lifted his head; inspecting whatever the hell just happened. He shook his olive green jacket as a puff of dust exploded around him; sending him into a coughing fit. The house creaked and moaned around them as random boards and shingles fell and snapped in the after math. Sam shifted and groaned as he shoved boards and tree limbs off of himself; his mane of hair in almost a comical disarray.

Dean cleared his dry throat as he waved around the dust filled space,

"Sammy, you ok?"

His younger brother groaned in protest and grumbled,

"Yea I'm fine…what the hell just happened?"

Dean was already preoccupied with getting up onto his knees to see what had actually crash landed through the roof. As soon as his alerted gaze locked onto the mysterious object, he felt his throat seize up. He couldn't move a single muscle.