My Kind of Angel(Destiel)

Portage

Dean gripped at the cement wall that was suddenly next to him before bending over and hurling up his breakfast of beef jerky and gas station coffee. The bitter acid burned his throat as he wretched again.

"Dean?" Sam heaved from his place on his knees. His head in his hands, trying stave off the dizziness he felt.

"Sam," Dean spoke around the bile, fighting to keep anymore from coming up.

"What happened?" Sam squinted at Dean as if it hurt to look directly at him.

"I don't know one second we were walking into the old asylum and the next we're..."Dean looked around at their surroundings. The asylum was gone and the only sign he saw had the words Portage nine miles.

"Portage?" Sam frowned, his eyes catching the sign as well.

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, toto," Dean looked at his brother with a smirk, earning an eyeroll in return.

"We're not," Cas confirmed in a gruff voice.

"Cas?" Dean turned to see the angel pulling himself out of a bush.

"You got beamed too? What are we up against? An angel? What's strong enough to take you on?" Dean frowned.

"I'm not as strong as I once was, Dean. You know that," Cas glared at the hunter.

"Okay, still, you're an angel, fully powered or not," Dean waved a dismissive hand, rolling his eyes.

"Wait...something's...not right." Cas looked around; his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Could it be the fact that we're not in the Asylum?" Dean quipped sarcastically.

Sam let out a sigh. He'd had enough of Dean and Cas' quarreling the past few days. All they did was bicker. Sam tried his best to stay out of it but when they were stuck in a car on the way to a hunt it was hard to escape.

"No, it's...something else," Cas shook his head, ignoring Dean's sarcastic tone.

"Care to elaborate there, Cas?" it was like Dean was trying to annoy the angel.

"I can't put my finger on it."

Dean rolled his eyes again, "Okay can you just beam us back home? Baby is sitting outside an abandoned hospital, alone."

"Your car will be fine, Dean," Cas snapped. "And I need a minute. Whatever that thing did, scrambled my grace."

"Like an egg?"

This only earned a glare.

"Are you okay, Cas?" Sam asked, stepping in then with a concerned look.

"I'll be fine. I just need a minute. I'm disoriented."

"Great, then I guess we're walking," Dean threw his hands up and started for the road.

"Uh, Dean, we don't know where we are," Sam gestured the open expanse of nothing around them. The only thing was the abandoned bar they had landed next to.

"Well portage is that way so let's head that way," Dean gestured to the sign.

"Portage, isn't that in Wisconsin?" Sam frowned, pulling out his phone to pull up a map. "We're out of service range," He sighed, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Great, fantastic," Dean huffed heading towards the road again.

"Seriously what could zap us to Wisconsin from Kansas and disorient you?" Dean glanced over his shoulder at Cas, who was following behind tiredly.

"I don't know," Cas seemed unnerved by the fact and less than thrilled with Dean's tone on the topic.

"Okay well we know where the missing people are going then. They're not disappearing they're just being relocated," Sam wished he had the men of letters archives at his disposal then, or the internet.

"But dude those people were missing for days. If they got relocated, they would have called or shown back up at home," Dean pointed out.

"Yeah, It doesn't make sense," Sam agreed.

"Unless they were taking advantage and using it as a way to disappear.

"Four people? It's unlikely," Cas piped in, still looking around as if to discover a clue that would help him pinpoint what was off.

"To be fair three of them were together at the time."

"No, something's not adding up," Sam shook his head. People didn't just go missing. He mentally ticked off the monster's that it wasn't. Not a ghost. Not a ghoul. Not a vampire. Not a werewolf. What did he know that could transport people? Demon's could technically, but transport an angel? Not likely.

"I think I can navigate us back to the Asylum," Cas said then causing the brothers to stop.

"You sure, Cas? You're looking a bit peaky," Dean noted the way the angel's eyes weren't as bright as normal and how pale his normally tan skin was.

Instead of answering, Cas reached out and pressed two fingers to each of the brother's heads.

Suddenly they were back in Kansas only something wasn't right.

What should have been the asylum was an empty lot. And the spot where Dean had parked the impala was empty.

"What the...?" Dean blinked, glancing around.

"Are you sure this is the right spot, Cas?" Sam frowned, equally as confused.

"Yes, I'm quite sure," Cas looked over to see the library that sat on the corner was there. The streets were the same. Only the house on the end didn't have a red door.

"Look, Cas, you said yourself you were scrambled, maybe your eggs aren't back in their shells cause this... this isn't-"

"Dean," Sam cut in then.

Dean turned to see what his brother was looking at. A plaque stuck in the ground that read. 'Brookhaven asylum memorial grounds.'

"Memorial grounds?" Dean snorted.

"Excuse me," Sam caught the attention of an older gentleman walking his dog towards them. "What can you tell me about the asylum that was here?"

"Oh, it burned down. The doctor went mad and locked everyone inside. Patients and Staff and he burned it down with everyone inside."

"So you turned it into a memorial?" Dean raised a brow.

"A lot of people died in there, Son. People with loved ones. People who just wanted them to get better. No one respects mental illness, never have," The man tutted with a frown.

"Oh, no, I wasn't trying to insinuate-"

"Then next time keep your trap shut."

Dean gaped as the man strolled off with his dog.

Sam smirked but said nothing.

"That isn't what happened. I thought you said he added Cyanide to the patients medication and then shot his staff before hanging himself from the rafters," Cas looked at Sam quizzically.

"He did," The younger Winchester nodded.

"Then what the hell happened?"

"Oh," Cas looked around with wide eyes, a haunting realization on his face. "I think it know what's wrong." The angel took a few steps, inspecting the air carefully.

"Okay, I'll bite, what's wrong?" Dean huffed, the annoyance back in his tone.

"You're not going to like it."

"I already don't like it, Cas. What is it?" Dean snapped at the angel. His patience wearing thin.

"This isn't our world."

*AN*
Okay guys here's the first chapter. Hope you like it!!