Dean was working on a particularly difficult case. A case that backed him into enough of a corner that he needed Cas’ help to get out. Racing against the clock of a barricaded door, Dean got on his knees and pressed his hands together, praying for Castiel to show up this once. Sam on the other hand, was desperately looking for any way of escape or to protect themselves against the swarm.

Within a blink of an eye, the air shifted and the sound of heavy wings- a pair unheard of before- cut through the air. Tell tale signs of an ArchAngel. Dean looked up, expecting gabriel or something- someone he’d make a smug remark to about finally showing up. However, he was met with him. A figure that made his smirk wipe off his face and skin prickle in an instinct to run. Dean stumbled to his feet and rushed back to his brother as he watched the figure cock it’s head in their direction. However, it soon quickly disappeared. Just like the banging on the door.

After confirming an all clear, the brothers opened the door to be greeted with a blood and tissue decorated room..Like they all just…exploded.

“..What…The fuck?..” Dean muttered as he cautiously examined the room before looking back at Sam. “Well…looks like we either got someone who really wants to kill us or someone who really doesn’t want us to be killed.” He’d chuckle, his brother sighing and running a hand down his face. “Dean, you understand how bad this could be?…Whatever that thing was just wiped out an entire swarm. It’s very important to me you acknowledge that, Dean.” Sam said sternly to his older brother who brushed it off like it was nothing despite the clear embarrassment. “Pfff-…Yeah. Of course I know that…Sammy.” He’d start before smacking his brother on the shoulder. “Now let’s go hit the books…Right?..”