What We Learned From The Pizza Man

I

"Cas!" Dean yells into the disheartening landscape that surrounds him. "Castiel! Where are you?"

The ruthless white landscape that lies around him provides no clue as to whether or not his love was nearby. A bolt of fear flashes through Dean's core, restricting any logical thoughts to be consciously contemplated.

"Come on Cas... Please," Dean's voice drops to a petrified whisper and he turns in a slow circle searching for any shadow on the invisible ground he seemed to be standing on.

As Dean completes his slow circle, he still hasn't seen his precious Castiel. Back to his original state, Dean falls to his knees. Thoughts race through his head faster than the speed of light, but one sticks itself right in the front, demanding his attention:

Where is Cas?

Dean had seen him, seconds before, just before everything went black and he ended up in this white hell.

That's it!

A breakthrough crashes over dean like a tidal wave. I Died, and here I am. Cas... My stupid little angel... He must have stayed on Earth. But what new Hell is white?

His heart sank.

"But that means he isn't here with me," Dean begins to talk aloud to himself, unaware of the two men either side of him exchanging worried looks with each other.

The man on Dean's left side had brown hair and curly-ish hair that sat on his head while the sides were shorter. He was enormous, height wise, and quite thin. He wore a plain black shirt with a white circle on it that looked a bit as if it had been spray painted onto it. He also seemed to be one of the most cuddly people in the world (that is, besides Cas.) The brown haired man speaks up after a few seconds.

"Erm, excuse me, I hate to interrupt you, but there's nobody there," Dan speaks up, looking into the troubled eyes of one Dean winchester.

Dean gasps, having forgotten to breath, and looks to either side of him. First he sees Dan, and then he sees the other man. This other man has straight black hair and is oddly thin. He has interesting eyes, a sort of green-blueish combination, and is also very tall. His shirt is oddly confusing, a navy blue covered in patches and logos, and so far, Dean could only recognise a few symbols, a peace sign and the letter "J".

Yep, the letter "j", this guy is probably a genius. Dean thinks to himself, scowling. But all the same the goal of the two men has been achieved, Dean is distracted, no longer thinking about Cas, and isn't talking to himself anymore either.

"Who are you?" Dean asks scathingly, his gaze flickering, not sure which man to focus solely on.

The black haired man, with a thick British accent, speaks up first. "I'm Phil and that's Dan. Would you mind telling us who you are?"

"And who were you talking to?" Dan chimed with a smile.

The hunter pursed his lips. They seemed innocent enough, though he was still suspicious. Nevertheless, he said, "I'm Dean... You two haven't happened to see a blue-eyed angel? He's always wears a trench coat, scruffy hair...," Dean asks, suddenly hopeful.

"Well, he's standing right next to you," Dan replies smiling, his face glowing with love, and Phil's face getting redder than a tomato.

"No, God no. I mean a literal angel. You know, pray, they show up, help you with stuff?" Dean snaps getting a bit impatient with the two Brits.

"And I'm never in a trench coat, not typically at least..." Phil mumbled, face still bright red.

Suddenly, a shadow appears a good ways in front of them. It seems almost as if the whole realm is filled with a thick white fog.

Though Dean would recognise the figure anywhere. He couldn't help but smile, spirits rising for the first time since he's been here. It's his beloved Castiel. Without a word, Dean sprints at full speed towards the shadow forgetting the two Brits behind him, both of whom simply shrug and turn away, engaging in a conversation about how in the hell they're supposed to play video games in this place. But, too late for poor Dean, he realizes that the figure, dishearteningly, isn't Cas.