Faithless

The Storm [part one]

This book is fully dedicated to GoingThroughLife's destiel story Losing My World. This is a continuation and is not my story. Please enjoy!

In the Winchester household mornings usually start the same; with occasional bickering, laughing, the clanking of pots and pans along with the smell of slightly burnt food. Yet this morning was different, then were no fourteen year olds running around the house.

It's been five days since Adrian's disappearance.

That was five days of Jessica's endless sobs.

Five days of sleepless nights full of searching from Sam.

And five days of confusion for Dean.

The household was a storm of confusion, misery, and insomnia.

All three Winchesters where there when Adrian was taken. They just couldn't explain what had snatched him out of his bed. To them, it look like a woman with black eyes.

But then again it was dark, they must have not seen it right.

Five days after the kidnapping it was storming again. The grieving family was sitting at the dinner table eating their cold pasta. They sit like this until Sam finally broke the silence. He threw down his fork and began to speak.

"I can't just sit around here eating spaghetti while my son is out in the cold with some beast." He was the only one who believed in what he saw. At night he'd stay up hours on end reaching "lore".

"Sam there's nothing we can do. The police said we have to wait until they find some leads." Jessica whispered. She's been doing a lot of that lately; as if she spoke any louder the house would come crumbling down. "And honey you know I was a woman not a beast. The police said we must have been seeing things, you know that."

Sam couldn't take any more of this. This recent tragedy was tearing their marriage apart. Quickly rising from his chair, he shot a look of disgust to his blond wife, "I know what I saw and so do you." He shot out the front door in to the storm.

Jessica sighed. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. It wasn't just Sam who lost a son that day, and yet he acts as if he's the only one allowed to care. "Dean, go get him would you? I don't want him out there during this storm, and it's only going to get worse."

"Yeah Jess, I can do that." Dean answer softly. His chair scraped against the dark maple wood floors, making him cringe at the unpleasant noise, as he stood to fetch his grieving brother.

"Sam come back inside. Jess is worried about you and she don't need any more to worry about." Dean spoke softly hoping not to upset his little brother.

With a scoff Sam pulled himself up, "We wouldn't need to worry if y'all listened to me. Just because I'm the youngest out of you two doesn't mean I goddamn stupid." At this point the young Winchester couldn't suppress his anger any longer. He felt like he was walking on eggshells in his own house. "And I can't fucking wait for these cops to try and figure out what is going on when they won't even listen to me. That man wasn't human, we all know it but those damn pig have it implanting in our head that it is 'just the grief taking' that 'it was too dark'. Don't deny it Dean, the man had fucking black eyes! I'm not fucking crazy!"

Dean was absolutely speechless. He couldn't even fathom the kind of grief that made Sam see these things and be so sure of himself. Misery I a cruel mistress. "Okay Sam. I believe you, but just come inside; you're scaring Jess. She already lost a son this week, don't make her lose her husband as well." Dean learned that it's just easier to go along with one of Sam's breakdown then to argue.

Both men walk back into the house only to be greeted by Jess and a strange man in an expensive suit laughing together. It has been a long time since Sam has herd her laugh; he didn't realize how much he missed it. As soon as the men made eye contact the stranger stood up and introduced himself. "Hello gentlemen. My name is Balthazar. You must be the father and uncle of the missing. Am I correct?" He spoke with a smooth British accent that probably charmed the pants off tons of women.

"Yeah and who wants to know?" Dean didn't particularly like people coming to his family and bothering them in their time of sorrow.

"As I've already stated, my name is Balthazar and I've been sent to help. I mean no offence or harm." He spoke through clenched teeth. How dare this canker speak to me like that. Balthazar flexed him fist to stop himself from going back on what he had just said.

Sam caught on to these actions and stepped up. "Sent? Who the hell sent you too us? And who the hell said we need you help?"

"You do remember your dear friend Castiel? He sent me to help you." Balthazar sat back down in the armed chair knowing that he must elaborate or just how their "dead" friend gave him orders.

At last Jess stepped into the conversation. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Cas killed himself ten years ago. Just how would he send you anywhere?"

Balthazar conjured himself a drink knowing it would be a long night.