First, I feel the need to apologize for the story description: Sorry!

Second, please enjoy!

In the midst of hamburger wrappers and fries, Sam plopped a heavy folder onto the table in front of his brother.

"Dude," Dean said with a mouthful of food, "I'm eating here!"

Sam rolled his eyes, pulling out a chair and flopping down into it, "We've got a case."

Dean huffed, setting his burger down impatiently and wiping his hands before picking up the folder and flipping through. "Angels? I thought we were done with this apocalypse crap."

Leaning back in his chair lazily, Sam replied, "Yeah, so did I." Suddenly, he sat forward, looking at Dean seriously, "This morning when I went on a coffee run, this British guy just came up to me and asked if I was Sam Winchester. Of course I was suspicious, so I said no. But then he got this…this maniac grin and was all, 'Yes! You are, and here- this is very important!' And he handed me that folder. He wouldn't say his name, it was weird."

"Well, he sounds like a wacko. Should we take the case?"

The younger brother shrugged, "Why not?"

"Awesome," Dean said tossing the folder back onto the table before taking another chomp of his burger.

"I think we should probably start with asking Cas," the taller boy stated, looking at Dean pointedly, who didn't realize the meaning of Sam's gaze until a few seconds later. Huffing, Dean stood and tossed the remains of his hamburger in the trash, cursing to himself as he crossed to the middle of the room.

"I swear to god, why do I always..?" He shook his head and said louder, "Castiel. Get your ass down here." Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean, who sighed again, rolling his eyes, "Please."

After hearing a large crash, Dean turned to see a familiar trench coat-clad angel sitting in his chair while his brother was climbing off the floor to set his chair right side up.

Cas stared at Sam, "Sorry for the surprise," then he turned to Dean, "The 'please' is new," Cas nodded a silent thank you, "What is up?"

The taller brother sat back in his chair, tapping the folder while the elder brother came to stand by the table, seeing as they only had two chairs.

"We've got angels again," Dean stated, leaning on table with his elbows.

"Angels?" Cas replied nervously, probably worried for his family.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, except they're made of stone. We were hoping that maybe you knew something about this already."

The angel flipped through the file, looking confused, "What are they doing?"

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

Cas paused for a moment, then looked up, "The angels…What are they doing that's called attention from hunters?"

Sam looked at Dean for a long second, confused by the manner of Cas' question, then back to the angel, "Well, uhm, nothing we've seen so far but the file says that they actually send people back in time- before they were even born- and live off of their potential life energy from the time the person would have lived in the present."

Cas nodded, handing the folder back to Sam, "Okay. But if you haven't seen them before…where did this file come from?"

Sam retold his story. "The guy would only refer to himself as 'the Doctor'". He shook his head. Cas stared forward for a second, then stood suddenly. "I'll have to go talk to the others in the garrison."

And with that, he was gone-the space where he stood suddenly empty.

Sam turned to his brother, "So where should we start?"

Dean raised his eyebrows with a grin, "I'd say we should start with finding Doctor Nutjob."

Hummmmm...Did Cas perhaps seem a bit antsy to you...?

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