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Castiel knew Dean didn't sense his presence. The hunter, sat on the end of the bed, thought he was alone with his thoughts, his feelings, and his broken heart. He let his head fall into his hands, Castiel listening as Dean mumbled something under his breath. "J's want someone here when I need 'em. S'at too hard t'ask?" His voice was choked, pain pushing its way through into his tone, something Castiel couldn't miss. Dean would never say this out loud to anyone, Castiel knew. The angel felt a little uncomfortable and intrusive as Dean began to shake, holding back what he'd always hidden. The pain, the grief and frustration still wasn't fully

Once upon a time... We got the message one night after fighting and killing a werewolf over in a small village on the border with France. The messenger had travelled for over two days, his horse was exhausted and when he finally gave us the message he collapsed at our feet. Dean dragged him into our room to revive him while I unfurled the paper and read it quickly. Despite being born in England, my German was good enough from the past year of hunting in the country to understand the writing. Friends, Samuel and Dean We may not work together well, nor even have the same beliefs when it comes to the mythological and fantastic. But my brother

Lester smiled as he ushered the kids outside. He had the strangest feeling that today would be rather fun, especially as he saw the excitement on the children's faces. They didn't know what Lester was planning, but they were sure it was something fun. And they were right – as least, Lester hoped so. He could see a number of ways this could end up in tears, but he tried to think positively. After all, it was just a game of hide and seek, right? "Alright," Lester said, gathering the eager boys and girls around him "We're going to play hide and seek." Most of the kids squealed in joy whilst the others looked at each other in nervousness.