I just- well I will always need you

Chapter Five - Not What I Asked For

Monsters. Lots of them, stumbling around the hill. They had the bodies of humans, with pulled back flesh, colorful veins visible, wild crazed eyes and sharp wicked teeth.

"Sammy," Dean said, unsteadily. "Please tell me you know what those things are."

"Dean," Sammy said, nervously. "I have no idea."
The monsters stopped stumbling, and started running.
"Go, go, go!" Dean yelled, and shoved Sammy. Dean tried to open the door to the sunroom but it was locked. Dammit, Dean thought. Now what?
Dean got the pick out of his pocket. "Sam," he looked at his brother. "Distract those bastards."
"How Dean? I don't have any weapons! And don't you dare say one word about the car!"

"Don't you dare say a word about the car!" Dean mocked. Sam either didn't hear or he choose to ignore the comment.
Dean continued to try to pick the lock, but it would not work. Shit!
He could hear Sam fighting in the background, then he howled in pain. "Sammy!" Dean glanced at over his shoulder to see one of the monster's biting Sam's neck.

Dean pulled Sam away and kicked the thing in the chest, sending it to the concrete ground. Dean shoved Sam inside the sunroom. Yes! I got it unlocked! Thank God!

Dean shut the door and heard a thud. He turned around to see that Sam had collapsed on the floor. All color drained from his face, as he laid there motionless. Dean leaned down next to him. "Dean..." Sam moaned. "Hang on Sammy. You'll be okay. I promise," Dean said.

Dean heard more thuds. He stood up. Monsters. Everywhere. They sucked on the glass door and window. They surrounded the whole house. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Then Dean got an idea.

"Castiel!" Dean cried out. "Castiel! Get your feathery ass down here!"
He waited a minute. Nothing.
"Castiel! Please! I need you!"
Still nothing.

"Castiel! Please I'm begging you! My car's lost, I have no weapons, Sammy's not okay, I am surrounded by I-don't-even-know-what, and I have a creepy ghost who loves locking doors! Castiel... Please... I... Need you... Please Castiel..."

A few tears ran down Dean's face, as he fell to the ground. Waiting. Still nothing. Then he hears a familiar whoosh. He looks up expecting to see Cas standing there, looking handsome in his usual trenchcoat. Instead he sees someone else who he has never seen before.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asks, irritated.
"An angel. Castiel sent me. He can't be here right now," the man said.
"Why not? Who are you? Where's Cas?"
"Trust me Dean. I am here to help you."
Then the angel touched Dean's forehead, sending him away from the house and the monsters.