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Dean hurriedly shoved his clothes into a duffle bag. "Come on Sammy!" He yelled to his younger brother as he slung the duffle bag strap over his shoulder. "Coming!" Sam called back as Dean grabbed his pistol, shoving it into the space between his belt and pants, he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "Bobby told us to meet at his house right?" Dean raised his eyebrow in question at the taller Winchester. "I think so, but we're going to be late if we don't hurry up."  Sam walked to the garage. "Let's just hope Bobby doesn't start the hunt without us." Dean sighed, walking into the garage, he swipes the keys to the Impala and walked over to her. "She needs a wash," Dean said as he opened the trunk. "You're on your own with that, Dean," Sam said as he set his duffle bag down in the trunk, Dean threw his duffle bag into the trunk and slammed it shut, he walked over to the driver's side, patting the hood of the Impala. Dean gets in and closes the door, pulling out of the garage...

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| Bobby's Junkyard, December 24th, 4:00 pm. |

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Dean gets out of the Impala, slamming the door shut with a creak. Sure, the Impala was old but she was Dean's baby. He walks over to the trunk, opening it, he grabs his duffle bag. "Come on Sam!" He called, grabbing his younger brother's bag, he slams the trunk shut as Sam shuffles out of the car, staring at his phone. "Who are you texting?" The older Winchester raised his eyebrow. "Someone." Dean rolled his eyes and shoved Sam's bag into his arms. "Let's go." Dean brushed past Sam, walking into the house. "What's your problem?" Sam said as he followed behind Dean, shoving his phone into his pocket. "Nothing." Dean sighed as he knocked on the door. "Come on Bobby," Dean grumbled. 

There was the sound of a lock clicking and then the door opened. "Well look who decided to finally show up. I've been waitin' for you boys." Bobby said as he moved out of the way. "Yeah, Yeah," Dean grumbled, walking into the kitchen. "What're we killing today?" Dean glanced at Bobby. "A nest of vamps, nothin' too serious. But, I do need to introduce you two to someone." Bobby closed the door and walked down the hall, his boots clomping on the floor. "Oh?" Dean sounded curious, he turned around and noticed the beaming smile on his brother's face as he typed away on his phone. "Give me one second," Bobby said from down the hall, he whispered instinctively to someone. Bobby walked out with someone on his heels, Dean walks over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer. "Boys, I'd like you to meet Castiel." Bobby introduced the man wearing the trench coat. Castiel locks eyes with Dean and smiled shyly. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He's...gorgeous. His eyes look like the crystal blue Caribbean waters. Wait, what the hell is wrong with me? Did I just call a man gorgeous?! Am I gay? Nope, I like women, hot, sexy woman that're good in bed. "Hello, Dean, Sam. I am Castiel and I'm an angel of the Lord, here to help you stop the apocalypse." Dean blinked, taking a large swig of his beer. "Apocalypse?" Sam raised his eyebrow. "Yes, you are the chosen vessels for Lucifer and Micheal." Castiel smiled again, shaking Sam's hand. "Okay, then. Nice to meet you, Castiel." Sam breathed, shaking Castiel's hand. Dean stared at him, he looked the Angel up and down, scanning his body. Castiel walked over to Dean and held his hand out for him to shake. 

Dean's breath hitched as he stared at Castiel's hand, he shakes Angel's hand with his free hand. "N-Nice to meet you, Castiel." Castiel pulled his soft hand away and Dean found himself holding back a whimper. What the hell..? His hand is so soft. I wonder if his lips are soft to.. "Ahem," Bobby cleared his throat. "Anyways, yes, according to Angel's up in heaven, you two are the chosen vessels for Lucifer and Micheal, unfortunately. Good thing is, Castiel knows how to stop the apocalypse, but he'll needin' our help."  Castiel nodded and walked back over to Bobby. Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes. "This...is a lot to process, Bobby. Do you mind if we sleep here for the night?" Dean raised his eyebrow. "Of course, you boys are like my son's, I can set up the guest-" He paused. "I'll sleep on the couch," Dean interjected. "Alright then, Sam follow me, I have somethin' to talk to you about." Sam nodded and set his duffle bag on the ground, following Bobby, they disappear down the hallway and into the basement. Dean drank the rest of his beer and walked over to the fridge, grabbing another, he popped the top. "I'll restock before we leave." He mumbled to himself, taking a swig of his beer. "What is the purpose of indulging in alcoholic beverage?" Dean jumped in his skin at the sudden voice. "W-What?" He turned and looked at Castiel. "What is the purpose of drinking an alcoholic beverage?" Castiel tilted his head slightly, curiosity in his eyes. "So you can get drunk," Dean said as he brushed past Castiel, walking over to the couch. "Oh." Castiel turned to face Dean. "Here." Dean opened the other beer that was next to him as he sat on the couch, he hands Castiel the beer. "Drink it," Dean said as he takes a swig of his beer. Castiel struggled to open the bottle.

Dean sighed, he stood, setting his bottle down on the coffee table, he grabbed the bottle, opening it. "There." He handed Castiel the bottle. "Oh, thank you, Dean." Castiel smiled, Dean rolled his eyes and sat back down, grabbing his beer. He heard footsteps as Sam and Bobby entered the room. Sam walked over to Dean and whispered something in his ear, Dean grumbled and fished the keys out of his pocket, he hands Sam the keys. "Be careful with my baby, Sam," Dean growled. "Yeah, Yeah." Sam walked out of the house. "Well, I'm goin' to go work on some of my cars," Bobby said. "I think I'm going to hit the sack." Dean yawned."Alright, how about you come with me, Castiel." Bobby looked at the Angel. "Okay." Castiel set the beer bottle down, following Bobby, he glanced over his shoulder at Dean as they walked out. "Finally, I'm by myself." Dean set the beer down on the coffee table, he got up, walking to the bathroom, he walks into the bathroom, closing the door. Dean grabbed the end of his shirt, lifting it up over his head, throwing it to the ground, he takes off his shoes and pants, collecting them off the floor once he was done, he opened the door, walking out, he sets the clothes down on the couch, grabbing a pair of sweatpants from his duffle bag, he puts them on, setting the clothes ontop of the bag, he lays down on the couch, covering himself with the blanket, he closes his eyes, falling asleep... 

To Be Continued...