Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

AN: Sorry for not updating in so long. It wasn't that I was busy, but more that I've lost all inspiration for this story. I didn't exactly love Season 6, and of course I'm still going to watch Season 7 when it comes out, but I don't know how they can really make it awesome again at this point. Please no 'flames' or whatever.

%%% Piper's Perspective %%%

James was dead. I just watched my brother James die right before my eyes. It'd happened in a split moment, but it felt like hours. There were people outside of our—or, my, flat, taking pictures of the scene. My parents and I were being escorted to the police station to be interviewed, or debriefed, I didn't know, and I didn't care. James was dead.

I blinked. I was sitting in a chair in a very bland room, the interrogation room I supposed, and they always have those in the movies. I didn't know how I'd gotten there. Shock I guess. I hadn't really been paying attention to anything that had happened. My parents weren't there; they must have been taken to a different room. I didn't know how long I had been there. It could have been minutes, or hours, time was all running together, everything was falling apart.

I heard the sound of a door opening; it shook me from my near catatonic state. A tall blonde man walked into the room. He looked at me with cold harsh blue eyes. His skin was pale, and had a few cuts on his cheek. He was wearing a nice suit, must be some sort of detective.
"Piper Novak? Hi, my name is Nick. I'm here to talk to you about your brother."

%%% Cas' Perspective %%%

Sam, Dean, and I were sitting on the steps to the Jefferson Memorial. I'd taken off my white lab coat, and we'd snuck out of the hospital in all of the commotion. Dean's car was in the parking lot.

"My parents think I don't know that I was adopted, they never said anything, but I think it's quite obvious, don't you? We look nothing alike." I sighed, I was on edge like crazy, the adrenaline was still pumping furiously through my veins. There was a bruise forming on my neck from where the blonde man had punched me.

"Have you ever seen this blonde guy before today? I mean, other than in your mind."

"Um, no. If I didn't have this freaking bruise on my neck I wouldn't even be sure if he was real."

"Right so, he killed that doctor, but does he want to kill you? Like is he dangerous?"

"How the hell should I know! All I know is that I don't want to see him again. Ever! Okay. I'm a hit man! I touch people off all the time, but I'm never scared. The mere thought of this guy is making me want to go hid under my bed! Does that tell you anything?"

"I think we should talk to your parents, if they didn't tell you that you're adopted, they've probably kept other things from you to."

"Right, so what, you're just going to walk over to my grieving parents, who think you two just murdered me, and say what exactly?" Sam and Dean shared looks.

"Bobby." They said simultaneously.

"Bobby?" I questioned.


"Oh yeah, Bobby, that guy." Dean pulled out a cell phone and started dialing.

"Hey Bobby! Its Dean… Yeah, yeah, Cas is right here… alive and kicking, well, not kicking anymore, but he's fine… You see, we need to talk to Cas' parents, and well, they think Cas is dead, and that we killed him… Would you?... Thanks Bobby, you're the best… see you soon." He hung up. "Bobby's on his way here now, should be here tomorrow."

"Do you have any other powers?" Sam asked.


"You know, you got shot in the head and you're fine, is there anything else you can do?" I gave the Sam the single most confused looked I could physically muster.

"Like what? I hear voices. Is that a super power, or just my schizophrenia acting up?" Dean snickered, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Do you think your motel room is safe? You didn't pay for the room under your own names did you? We can't exactly go back to my place now, thanks for that by the way, who the hell is going to feed Genevieve tonight, and my car, I love my car, I don't want to ditch that car."

"You're an assassin, don't you have safe houses or something?"

"Yeah, that was my apartment, I've got another place on the Croatian coast, a place in LA, I'm there a lot, a flat in Bristol, and a place in New York City. The closest place would be New York, and even that is a bit of a drive."

"Our motel room should be fine."

"Please do remember, this is DC, they take crime very seriously here. Anywhere else you can go up to 8 miles over the speed limit no big deal, here, you shouldn't go over 1 mile. This is like the cop capital of the world."

"True, you think we should leave town?"

"I think I should dye my hair, change my name, and flee the country. Cause, incase you hadn't notice, there is some guy out there who probably wants to kill me and rape my dead body, so thanks. Lets please leave."

"Bobby's going to meet us at the motel tomorrow sometime, I guess we can just wait there."

"Can we stop by my place really quick, I'm sure the cops are gone by now, I need to get Genevieve and some spare clothes, I'm already packed and everything, it'll only take a minute."

"Okay fine, but I'm going in to get everything, you guys," he pointed at me and Sam, "would probably get recognized in an instant, I'll put on a suit and go get everything. You to can sit in the car. And please, try not to kill each other, thank you."

We went back to Dean's car and drove back to my flat, at least he was smart enough to park a few blocks away.

"Now stay put, I'll be back in a minute, okay. Oh, and Genevieve is the cat, right?" I sighed.


Sam and I sat in utter silence for several minutes. We both kept turning our heads to see if Dean was coming back yet. He wasn't. We kept from looking at each other. Sam was in the front so it was easier for him. I tried to keep my head down when people walked past the car. What's taking him so long, was someone there. I didn't say anything, but I didn't like waiting. The car seemed to be getting smaller and smaller by the second. Another few minutes passed before Dean returned.

"Man, this cat of yours is hard to catch, I don't think she likes me." He opened the car door and handed Genevieve to me.

"Awwwwwwww hey Gen! I love you sooooo much!" We touched noses, and she settled down in my lap.

"What! That thing has been bouncing all over me since I grabbed her, she wouldn't stay still!"

"Sorry, I guess she just loves me more." I gave him a smug look, and turned my attention back to Genevieve.


When we arrived at the Winchester's motel I made sure to do a full sweep of the place, and walk with Dean around the block to look for anyone who could be watching. After finding nothing and seeing no one, we went into the room. Genevieve was sleeping on one of the beds, Sam was sitting on the other flipping channels. It was quite late now, it was hard to believe that just that morning I'd been with my father at the shooting range. It'd been a really long day. I changed into so different clothes and then laid down on the bed next to Genevieve. She got up and curled up against my legs and fell asleep again. I to was about fall asleep when I felt the other side of the bed dip. I sleepily opened one eye and glared at Dean who was lying on the bed next to me.

"What are you doing?" My voice sounded so groggy. I can blame that on how tired I just realized I was, and the bruise I was now sporting on my windpipe.

"I'm sleeping." He replied. I suddenly didn't have the strength to fight it.

"Whatever," and I closed my eyes, I would have rolled over but Genevieve was sleeping in between us and I didn't have the heart to move her.

I woke up suddenly a few hours later. Sam, Dean, and Genevieve all seemed to be missing. Their friend Bobby must have just gotten here or something, Genevieve was probably trying to look out the window, or she was sleeping under the bed somewhere. I yawned and considered getting up to look around, but decided against it. I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling waiting to fall back asleep or for Dean to come back.

"I'm sorry about earlier Castiel, how is your neck?" I yelped in surprise and almost fell off the bed. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you."

I jumped out of the bed and started sprinting to the door. I grabbed at the doorknob but it was locked. I just kept trying to tare the door open. I felt his hands tangle in my shirt and drag me backwards. I could almost feel my feet leave the floor, the next thing I knew I was pinned to the wall.

"I just want to talk, is that okay? I need you to tell me where you are."

"I… I don't know you." I stuttered.

"Yeah you do Cassie." He stepped closer "you just don't remember me right now. But I'm going to change that. You just need to tell me where you are." He put his hands on my head holding me in place, for a second I thought I was going to throw up. Feeling his hands on my skin brought the intense feeling of nausea. My legs were shanking.

"No… No, please don't."

"Shhh," he whispered "this will only take a moment."

"No! No! No! No! No!" I started screaming "not again! Please! No!" I pleaded.

I felt hands on my shoulders. Was I seizing? My entire body felt like it was shaking. I could faintly hear my name being shouted, but I didn't care, I wanted him to stop touching me.

"Stop! Please stop! No! No! No!" I could feel tears streaming down my face.

"Castiel! Cas! You need to wake up! Can you hear me!" If I hadn't been so terrified I might have noticed that the blonde man was in fact not the one talking to me.

%%% Dean's Perspective %%%

It was last into the night and so far Cas had slept through most of it without so much as a snore. I was right in the middle of this great dream involving two hot chicks, no more needs to be said. But the next thing I knew I was wide-awake, Cas had started trashing about and screaming. Sam, to, was up immediately, he got the light and I tried shaking Cas awake. Nothing was working, he just kept screaming.

"No! No! No! No! No! Not again! Please no!" He screamed at full volume. He sounded terrified. I had to try and wake him, we really didn't want to draw attention to ourselves and have someone call the police.

"Castiel! Cas! You need to wake up! Can you hear me!" He didn't even pause, he just started to thrash harder. Sam walked over with a bottled water and threw it in his face. Cas practically leaped out of bed. Panting, his eyes moved all over the room.

"Hey, hey, Cas, you're fine, there's nothing here, its okay." I tried to calm him, I put a hand on his shoulder and he immediately flinched away as though it had burned. After he took in his surroundings he appeared to calm down.

"D… Dean?" He sounded, surprised and relieved. There were tears running down his face now. The cold, calculated man that felt nothing for anyone other than his cat, that would kill someone with a second thought, wasn't standing there before me. What I saw a terrified young man, shaking and crying in the corner of the room.

"Cas, Cas shhhh, its okay, its okay now, it was just a nightmare, you're fine." Cas visibly flinched at some of Dean's words. "Was it the blonde man?" Castiel looked away, it was enough to answer the question. I looked over at Sam, then back at Castiel.

"He was there. It felt so real. I truly believed he was standing right here. He was still shaking uncontrollably, unconsciously holding his hand to his neck.

"Did he say anything?"

"He said, that I knew him, but I didn't remember, and he wanted to know where I am."

"What do you mean 'where I am?'" Dean questioned.

"He said 'I need you to tell me where you are.' Does it matter?"

"Did you tell him?" Sam asked emotionlessly.


"Did you tell him where we are?"

"What, no—" All three of us jumped when someone started to pound on the door. Sam and I reached for our guns, after seeing Cas in action earlier, I knew that who ever this blonde man was, was really taking a toll out on Cas. I can say right now, I really hope I never have to meet this guy. Castiel may have been small, but he was quite intimidating, one of the toughest guys I've ever met, and you'd have to be pretty badass to strike that kind of fear into someone like him.

"Sam! Dean! You idjits there or not." I sighed in relief then walked over and let Bobby inside. "So you boys about to tell me what the hell's going on?" He stepped in and took off his jacket.

"Uh…Bobby, this is Castiel," I stepped out of his line of sight so he could see Cas standing in the background.

"Oh good, so you're the idjit who tore up my house," he rolled his eyes and walked over to Cas who was still shaking. "Jesus boys, what'd you do to 'im?"

"Bobby, is it possible for something to talk to you during your dreams?"


"Cas said this guy was in his dream, he asked him to tell him where he was. Is there a possibility that it might not have been all in Cas' imagination?"

"Well, I suppose its possible, but this thing would have to be damn strong, your everyday demon couldn't do anything like that." He turned towards Cas, "are you sure he was talking to you, it could have just been a memory, Dean said you were getting memories of this guy." Without looking up Cas started shaking his head quickly.

"It wasn't a memory, it couldn't have been. It was so real." Genevieve ran out from under one of the beds, and Cas bent down and scooped her up in his arms. "I uh… I'm going to go for a walk." He grabbed his shoes put Genevieve on the bed and walked out. None of us tried to stop him. I knew he wasn't going to take off without the cat. Once he was gone Bobby started talking again.

"Dean, are you sure we should be helping this guy?"

"Maybe he deserves what he gets." Sam spoke up.

"Okay, personally I think the guy's already gotten what he deserves, his entire family thinks he's dead, he can't exactly go back there ever again." Sam looked away guiltily; he knew Jess wouldn't have wanted him to kill James Novak. She would have wanted him to help put her killer behind bars. That was not necessarily Novak but the guy who'd ordered the hit. He was her real killer. This blonde man was after Castiel probably because he could point us in the direction of the man who'd ordered Jess' death. They'd probably sent blondie after Cas to tie up loose ends. Maybe he shouldn't be walking out by himself at this time of morning.

"We can help Cas, and Cas can help us. Its win-win, why don't you guys just give it a rest. We can talk about this again in a few hours. Given that Castiel doesn't get murdered on his 3AM walk."

"That boy can take care of him though can't he?"

"Yeah, he's pretty good, but if he runs into this blonde guy I can't guarantee anything."

"Have either of you actually seen this guy?"

"Well, not exactly, but Cas said—"

"Oh well if Cas said then it must be true. How do you know this guy isn't playing you, he could be pulling all the strings here."
"Okay look! I'm not an idiot! I know Cas can't be trusted! But I'm going to give him a chance, okay! Will you guys just relax, its 3 in the morning." Sam grabbed a blanket and lay down on the floor letting Bobby have the bed. I left the bathroom light on so Cas wouldn't trip on anything when he got back. I only closed my eyes for a second.


The light shinning in my eyes woke me. Bobby and Sam were still sleeping. I reached my arm over to the other side of the bed to where Cas was sleeping. But he wasn't. There was no one there. I could feel panic rising inside. The bathroom light was still on. The clock read 10:30AM, and Genevieve was curled up sleeping next to Bobby.

"Cas?" I called out. "Sam! Bobby! Wake up!" They both reacted quickly, springing out of bed. "Cas isn't here. I don't think he came back last night."

"What! He's gone?" They were both on their feet.

"What? Who's gone?" I quickly spun around and saw Cas standing in the door of the bathroom, one earphone in, the other dangling down against his chest. A toothbrush was sticking out of his mouth.

"Oh thank god," I tilted my head back in relief. Cas looked around at us all, confusion plastered all over his face. He was fully dressed.

"What?" He asked again.

"We thought you'd been kidnapped or something."

"Uh, no I'm fine." He smiled slightly for a moment. "You guys all just sleep pretty late. Its 10:30 you know." He walked back into the bathroom.

"I better get dressed to, need to go talk to cat boy's parents anyway."

"Cat boy?" Cas yelled from the bathroom. "Is the name 'James' just that hard for you people to understand?" I scoffed at him.


Bobby got out of his car, wearing a nice suit and trench coat, hair slicked back, walked up to the police station. He'd called ahead about questioning the Novak family. He was going undercover as FBI. Dean, and Castiel were going to wait the motel, and Sam was going to the library to research anything that might be able to enter someone's dreams like that.

"Hi, I'm Agent Anthony Eminiss with the FBI, I'm hear to speak with the Novak family about James Novak."

"Agent Eminiss? Yes, I'm Detective Carpenter, I'm in charge of this case, we spoke earlier on the phone. Do you mind if we talk in my office?"

"Lead the way," Bobby replied. They walked down a long hallway to an office at the end.
"How much do you know about the case?" He asked.

"Just that James Novak was shot and killed yesterday."

"Did you know his body has gone missing at the morgue?" He had, obviously.

"Missing? Really?"

"Yes. According to the neighbors, Novak apparently killed his murderer's fiancée. At first we thought Novak was being taking out because of that fact, but now we have reason to believe that this may be something else entirely."

"Really? Why is that?"

"Piper Novak, the sister."

"Yes, what about her?"

"She was murdered late last night." Bobby's eyes widened.


"Yes, in this very building in fact. She was waiting in the interrogation room. Someone posed as a detective and went in last night, interviewed her. We have the whole thing on tape. What happened, I wouldn't have believed it if the tape hadn't caught it all."

"Can I see the tape?"

"Yes of course, but we're moving the elder Novak's into witness protection, they've lost two children in less than two days, I'm sorry, but you won't be able to talk with them anytime soon."

"Yes, I understand." Detective Carpenter turned his computer screen around and clicked play. It showed a young girl with strawberry blonde hair sitting at a desk, her shirt splatter with drops of blood. An older man with short cropped blonde hair walked in. He was wearing a suit.

"Piper Novak? Hi, my name is Nick. I'm here to talk to you about your brother. Can you describe the men who hurt him?"

"Um... there were two of them. One of them said his name was…. Was… was…. Dean, and his brother's name… was Sam…. Uh… Winchester…. I think it was…"

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" He looked as though he was considering this for a moment. "Do you have any idea where they might have gone? Did they say anything to you?" He walked around to where she was sitting down, and stood behind her.


"Hm, that's too bad. I'm going to find them you know, it really doesn't matter if you know anything or not. They tried to hurt Cassie. I don't take too kindly to that. He's my baby brother, it's my job to protect him. Oh, don't be sad Piper, you must have known he wasn't your real brother. He'll probably even be a bit sad to hear about your death."

"My… my… what?"

"Your death." It seemed as though his arm went right through her. Like cutting butter. She couldn't even scream. It was over in a second. Then he looked up. Cold piercing eyes penetrated the camera. It was as if he could see everyone watching. Then a smile.