Brooklyn

Home. It wasn't just a place, but a feeling. The feeling of being safe. The feeling of love you receive from the ones that live there with you. The feeling of relief.

Apparently, to Dean and Sam, it was the cabin that they reunited in.

Sam had found his way onto his laptop, sitting at the small table which only held the last beer. When Sam opened it and took a swig of it, I realized that if I want something, I have to grab it before they do.

Of course, when Dean walked in with a six-pack of beer and a grocery bag I wasn't as worried. Yet, I still found myself grabbing a beer and opening it.

"Hey," Sam said, looking up to Dean who looked uneasy. I pulled my beer away from my lips, looking at him worriedly, "You okay? You look like you've seen.." I stopped shrugging slightly before continuing, "I was gonna say, "You look like you've seen a ghost," but you'd probably be thrilled about that."

Sam cracked a smile, agreeing with me.

Dean was never one to just sit and wait for a case to pop up. He always wanted to keep moving, keep hunting. So when we paused to take a break, he was nervous.

"Yeah, I'm cool," Dean said, but his voice didn't convince me. I opened my mouth to back fire his comment, but he sent me a glare that quickly shut it. "What'd you find?" Dean asked, leaning against the other small table where I sat.

Sam didn't seem to mind or notice the uneasy brother before him as he talked, "Well, this kid went missing from a preschool."

"That sucks. And?" He asked, clearly noticing that this wasn't out type of case.

"And at the same time he vanished, a surprise tornado hit, lasted maybe 20 seconds, then back to perfect weather. Similar wackiness has happened over the past few weeks in other places. Tulsa, a bus driver vanishes and a river gets overrun with frogs. New Mexico, a mailman disappears, the earth splits open."

Dean nodded, getting the picture and asked before Sam could continue, "All right. So, uh, you thinking demons?"

Sam looks up at us, "Yeah, possibly, but, I mean, this stuff was major. These folks have nothing in common; no religious affiliations, different hometowns, all ages. Why would demons want them?"

"Why do demons want anything?" I asked, making Dean nod in agreement as he grabbed the extra beer and sat it in the fridge. His voice was mumbled in the fridge as he asked his brother, "So, we on this?"

"Yep," Sam said, closing up his laptop.

The three of us changed into our FBI outfits before heading over to Mrs. Hagar's address. The teacher of the little boy that is missing.

Sam knocked on the door, the three of us waiting as the young women opened it. A chain keeps it half closed, letting us just get a glimpse of the women.

"Mrs. Hagar?" Dean asks, making the lady nod. Sam holds ups his fake badge as Dean introduces us, "Agents Roth, Malloy, Stevens," Dean points to Sam, himself, then me. "We want to speak to you about Aaron Webber's abduction."

Mrs. Hagar seems a little nervous and confused as she answers us. "Like I told the police, one minute I was taking Aaron to get cleaned up, and the next minute... I woke up in a park three blocks away."

"And you have no memory of what happened?" I asked?

The teacher shook her head, "No. He was just gone."

Dean continued on with the questions, hoping to get something out of her. "Can you think of any reason why somebody would want to harm him? Um, any enemies?"

Looking at us like we were crazy, Mrs. Hagar said, "Enemies? He's five."

Glancing at Dean, I moved on with the questions, "Now, when you woke up on the floor, were there any signs of struggle?"

Mrs. Hagar shook her head, "No."

Sam spoke up next, seeming to give us the only information we'd get, "Smell like sulfur?"

"How did you know that?"

Sam smiled slightly, "Lucky guess. Thanks for your time." Mrs. Hagar nodded before closing the door. Dean, Sam, and I headed down the steps of the houses, heading for the car.

"Well, she didn't seem possessed. But I'm whiling to bet demons got ahold of Aaron," I said, making Dean nod in agreement before we climbed into the car.

We headed to a near-by motel, hoping to grab some sleep before diving back into the research. Sam had fallen asleep on one bed while Dean was on the other, looking at his computer. Or, at least that was the last thing I saw before sleep took over me.

In the beginning, I was doing research next to Dean on his bed. Nothing was revealing itself to me or to Dean. Eventually I gave up and decided to try and get some sleep.

My nightmares were at bay for a little bit, letting me get some type of sleep that was well needed.

Suddenly, a loud scream was heard, rushing me awake. It wasn't until I looked around did I realize the scream was coming from my dream, not real life.

Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed while Dean was looking out the window.

"I don't know. I just saw something," Dean mumbled, turning and looking at Sam. When his eyes caught sight of me awake, sitting up, he let out a sigh, "Sorry I woke you Brooke."

The look on Dean's face was distant, like he saw something that wasn't really there.

"It's fine," I mumbled moving to the end of the bed as my eyes watched him.

Sam stood up, walking over to his older brother, "Uh, you saw what?"

Dean looked at the ground, as if trying to figure out what he saw. It wasn't until he spoke up did I finally stand, "I think I saw Cas."

"Cas? Where?" I asked, my feet moving me to stand next to Sam. Both of us looked at Dean as he turned and nodded to the window he was just starring at, "Right there." He looked back at us, clearly still unsure of his own eyes, "And earlier, on the road. I feel like I'm seeing him."

Sam looked confused at Dean, his eyes occasionally looking to me while I looked at Dean in shock. "That's not possible. I mean, you both said it yourself. You two made it out and he didn't, right?"

Dean looked away from Sam and me, letting out a small sigh as he sat his hands on his hips and shook his head. "I tried so damn hard to get us the hell out of there."

My heart broke at hearing Dean's sad voice. He was still blaming himself for Cas not making it out. And it killed me that all I did was jump through the portal, leaving them to fight by themselves.

"I could have pulled him out. I just don't understand why he didn't try harder," Dean said, confusion and a bit anger in his still sad voice.

There was silence between the three of us, no one really knowing what to do.

Slowly I moved my feet up to Dean, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Dean," I said, making him turn and look at me. "You did everything you could," I tried to make him understand.

But he counteracted it, "Yeah, but why do I feel like crap?"

"Because you're a good man," I said, making Dean scuff slightly and look at the ground. Clearly he didn't fully believe that, so I lowered my hand and walked back over to the bed.

Sam stepped forward, looking at his brother with sympathy, before putting his hand on his shoulder, "If you let it, this is gonna keep messing with you. You got to walk past it." With those words to end the conversation, Sam dropped his hand before walking into the bathroom.

Dean made his way to the small fridge, grabbing a beer and popping it open. He took a sip before sighing as his butt hit the chair.

"You shouldn't blame yourself. If Cas didn't try then it's because he didn't want to be saved," I said, my legs crossing on the bed. Dean took another sip of his beer, his eyes on the carpet. It was like every word Sam and I were saying was only pushing Dean farther and farther away from not feeling guilty.

If it wasn't for Sam returning from the bathroom, I would have thought Dean would have drank his beer dry right there and then.

Sam grabbed his laptop, already starting up the research while Dean walked into the bathroom. I got up and grabbed a change of clothes, ready to steal the bathroom from Dean when he was finished.

Immediately, Sam had pulled up more information about the disappearing people. "Hey, so it's not just Americans who are vanishing. Uh, this guy, Luigi Ponzi disappeared walking between two subway cars in Rome. And right above ground, there was a freak hail storm."

Dean spoke up from the bathroom, "So, we going to Rome? Wouldn't be too shabby."

I walked over to the bathroom, watching Dean as he washed his face. "I call bathroom next," I said, making Dean hum for an answer. I turned around to walk away, letting out a small yelp when my body collided with another. My action grabbed Sam and Dean's attention, their mouths dropping when they saw who I bumped into.

"Hello Brooklyn," The man said before me, making my mouth part slightly as his name left my lips, "Cas?"

His jacket and clothes looked ripped and warn out. Dirt covered his clothes and face while a full blown beard and mustache started to grow. He looked bad in Purgatory, but now he looked worst.

Cas turned and walked over to the small table, taking a seat while Dean, Sam, and I walked over to him. Sam took the seat next to Cas, across the table, while Dean and I stood in front of him. All of us were blown away, shocked at the scene before us.

Sam was the first to speak, "Unbelievable, man. I cannot believe it. You're actually here."

"Yeah, I've been trying to reach out, but for whatever reason, I wasn't at full power. So I couldn't connect with you," Cas said, looking between the three of us.

Looking over at Dean, Sam said, "That must have been why you kept seeing him. I mean, you think?"

My eyes looked over to Dean who had his arms crossed. His eyes were studying Cas like he wasn't the man we knew. Like he wasn't really here. Finally, Dean spoke up, "Yeah. Yeah, uh, I got to be honest. I-I-I'm thinking, how the hell did you make it out? I mean, I was there. Brooke was there. We know that place. I know how we had to scratch and claw and kill and bleed to find that portal and make it through it, and it almost finished us. So... how exactly are you sitting here with us right now?"

Cas let out a small sigh before speaking up, "Dean, everything you just said is completely true. And that's the strange part. I have no idea. I remember endlessly running and hiding from Leviathan, and then I was on the side of the road in Illinois. And... that was it."

My eyebrows furred in confusion, "So... that was it?"

"Yes," Cas said, creating the small pause. Eventually Cas looked at himself before standing up, "I'm dirty."

Dean nodded, still clearly on the fence about all of this, "Yeah, well, Purgatory will do that to you." I nodded slightly in agreement, recalling the many showers I had to take to get all the dirt off. Sometimes I still find dirt in random places.

My eyes looked at Dean, noticing his mind drifting off somewhere which made me ask, "Dean?" He blinked a few times, before looking at me, "Huh?"

"You all right?" I asked, watching as Dean shook his head, "You do see something severely wrong here, right?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, making Dean sit in Cas' old chair. He looked at his younger brother, "Sammy, I remember every second of leaving that place. I mean, I remember the heat, the stink, the pain, the fear. I have that whole ugly mess..." He started and tapped his head, "Right here, and he says he has no idea how he got out? I'm just not buying it."

Sam looked at him confused, his eyes glancing to me for a split second, "So what, you think he's lying?"

"I'm saying something else happened. I saw the shape that he was in. I mean, there was no way he was fighting his ass out alone."

Looking to me, Sam's eyes asked if this was possible. My arms crossed as I shrugged, "I can't see how he survived there. Even when it was four of us, we still were nervous. Alone? He wouldn't be this fine."

Sam shrugged, finally understanding why we were so nervous about this, "All right. So, who or what got him out?""

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy Cas is alive and here. But how he got here makes me wonder what higher power saved him. And why?

Cas walked out of the bathroom, a new suit and tie on while a new trench coat sat over his body. His face was clean shaven and the dirt was washed off of his body. He looked like the old Cas, the one I met when I first arrived in Purgatory.

"Better?" Cas asked, spreading his arms out to his sides as he waits for an answer. Sam smiled wide at Cas while I managed to give him my best fake smile. Dean could only muster up a half smile, still unsure and uneasy about all of this which made Cas lower his arms.

Sorry it took so long to update. In all honesty, I've just been "If I want to write in something then I'll write in it. If I don't then I wont".

I've seemed to loose my "Let's write all day today" motivation so I can't promise I'll be update a whole bunch. But don't leave me yet, just try and be patient with me.