(Cas's POV)
I am in New York, at an art museum. I always wanted to bring Dean here, the art in very....true. The emotions and passion that was put into them, you can feel it. I have also been drawing a lot myself lately. Mostly Dean and his eyes or lips or back. But I also draw other things, my favorite non-Dean piece is of a beach in Europe I visited. It had dark waters and pinkish tan sand. The contrasting colors were simply beautiful.
I hope he realizes, that I do hear him, I hear every word, every cry, every plea. But that doesn't change the fact that I can't come back, at least right now. I do have my reasons for not returning, they may not make sense to the boys. But they are my orders.......orders from our father. My father was very proud of the progress Dean was making, but there's always the lingering thought of the day where I may not be there for him. Or I can no longer protect him or push him back on track. Father needed to see how Dean would cope when I wasn't there, or how he reacted when he thought I would never come back. It broke my heart to see Dean in so much pain, and hear how truly bad he wanted me to come back. But there was no other way, this had to be done. I agree with father, I'm afraid one day either I will lose him or he will lose me. I don't want Dean to put himself in harms way if I were ever to leave, I wanted him to be happy and not sad or afraid or angry at the world.
The whole point of me leaving Dean was to make sure he didn't crack, see if father was right about him. So far, he's clearly wrong, Dean's barely even left the bunker since I've gone. Only dragged out whenever Sam found a case or Bobby called.
Last night, I heard him. I heard Sam, the whole conversation they had in the Impala. I am extremely frustrated that Sam shared with him what was crucial he didn't, but I am ok. I want to come back, I want to see the boys again. I want to go on hunts and eat burgers and take a long road trips with Dean. I want it all back. I used to never care about such things before, care about who I was with or what I did. I didn't feel the things I do now, my feelingsn towards Dean and Sam. But now that I've experienced such things, I can't even fathom my emotions. Yes, I may have cried a few times, but I know I will se them again. I am going to go and ask father to go back soon. I don't know what he is going to say, but I know he can't keep me away forever.
I am in the middle of a though when I hear something. Panic. It is Sam. Something is wrong. I listen closely and when I finally have it, it is not good. I hear Sam, hi thoughts. Where the hell is Dean? My heart lurches, he can't find Dean? I need to help him.
(Sam's POV)
I have been searching this damn forest for hours and I still can't find Dean. I mean yeah, he has run off sometimes, but his phone is dead so I can't track him. Also, we have never been been here, so I don't even know where I am going. I stop when I see a tree, didn't I walk past this tree like five minutes ago? I feel like I am going crazy. I start to look around for a different path when I hear a rustling in some bushes nearby. I spin around, blade already in hand. But when I see tuffs of black hair pop out, along with a set of sky blue eyes, I instantly calm. "Cass...." I huff and he gives me a half smile, half sad look.
"I told you not to tell him. I was going to come back soon anyways." Cass said and my heart does a little flip.
"I know. I'm sorry. And really?!" I smile and wrap my arms around his shoulders.
"Yeah. But now he is on the loose, that may not happen." Cass grunts but reluctantly wraps his arms around my waist.
We separate and I look at him a bit confused," Why did you leave in the first place?" I ask and he looks down.
"Well, God wanted to see how Dean would react when I wasn't there. Kind of a test, to see if it was ok for me to stay or....if he....needed to destroy Dean." Cass says and I could feel the pain and sadness in his voice.
"Would....God...actually do that?" I ask timidly, even though I already know the answer.
"In all honesty, yes.... He never expected Dean to become so....attached to me." Cass says and the air becomes a bit thicker.
"Well. That is not gonna happen, we are gonna find Dean and get us ALL back home." I say and wrap my arm around Cass and pull him into a direction.
*~*hours later*~*
We have been looking for a while and neither Cass or I came seem to see anything that might lead to Dean. Then, Cass stops, turns to me, and say," I think I can here him," I stop also and look around.
"Where?" I ask and Cass brings his fingers up and places them on my forehead.
(Deans POV)
"He isn't coming for you. He probably just started back up the ol' Impala and left. He doesn't care." The same voice keeps buzzing around me.
I am blindfolded, but I know I am in a big room. I can hear the clicking of their boots against the cement floor. There must be nothing here also, because the sounds seem to not be bouncing off of anything. My thoughts are stopped when they suddenly rush to my side. "Don't bother trying to analyze you surroundings, it won't matter in a few moments. Dean Winchester, in a moment, you will not remember today, yesterday, even last week. Heck! This whole year may just so happen to....slip you mind." The voice was right in my ear, a sinister tone weaving in and out the words, and I couldn't do anything.
I heard a small rustle and some powder blows in my face. I inhale and feel like I should instantly yell out, scream in pain, but after a small pinch from the needle, my mind slips and everything shuts down. Wait, what just happened? What is going on? I can't see anything! Why can't I see anything. I try to thrash, but my body won't move. What the hell is going on?! I feel movement, but I'm not sure, my body is completely numb and I am fighting for contiousness. My head begins to ache and I can't help but give in. The last thing I hear is a car starting and I sleep.
