It was mid-afternoon when Dean and his squad had received a call from the local school informing them that a fire had started and was raging through the dingy corridors. The whole squad leapt into action, pulling on their suits and racing to the school in record time. Dean ran to the head master upon arrival.

'You have to hurry, one of our students ran in looking for his sister. She's come out but he hasn't' The man shouted, panic clear in his voice. Dean nodded quickly and ran into the building. The smoke was thick and the whole building was stiflingly hot. Dean ran from class to class calling out.

'Hello?' He heard a small voice call after at least ten minutes of searching. He had been about to give up but the voice gave him a new spurt of energy. With tears streaming from his eyes due to the smoke and sweat dripping down his back he ran into the class where the voice had echoed from. Debris was falling from the ceiling, flames falling with it. Under one of the desks was a small boy, hunched up and coughing. Dean could barely see but he quickly picked up the boys light frame and ran back into the corridor.

'My sister.' The boy gasped, his voice raspy from the smoke in his throat.

'Already outside.' Dean coughed back as he emerged out the doors into the bright sunlight and fresh air. He quickly lay the boy down on the soft grass. He saw a quick flash of the boys brilliantly blue eyes before the boy slipped into unconsciousness. Deans heart beat sped up in panic but he pushed it down and tried to remain calm.

Dean quickly pressed his fingers to the boys throat, ensuring he was still alive. His pules was strong and, leaning down, Dean could feel his breath on his ear. Due to all this Dean could tell it was the smoke inhalation that was affecting the boy. Dean glanced at the rest of his squad and could see they were doing fine in their quest to put out the fire and calm down the students, though most of them looked happy enough.

Dean quickly picked up the small boy again and carried him at a jog to the closest ambulance.

'Smoke inhalation, possibly shock.' He told the paramedic, who quickly set about checking the boys vitals and the such. Dean couldn't help but wonder about the boy, there was just something about him that he couldn't shake off.

'Is he going to be okay?' The head master asked from behind him, making him jump slightly.

'I should think so. What did you say his name was?' Dean asked, turning away from the ambulance which was preparing to drive away.

'Castiel Novak.' The man replied before wandering off to ensure the safety of his other students. Dean nodded, deciding already he would be visiting the young boy.