The boy and his dog cautiously turned the corner, met almost instantly with the foul smell of rotting corpses. The smell came from the pile of pigeons all gathered around eating something. Jano ran forward, chasing them upward. They were greeted with an even stronger smell and two dead pigeons. 

"Well that's not worth eating..." His Californian voice echoed through the desolate streets and allies, reminding him of how empty the city really was.  He tried to remember where he last heard of his brother. The golden haired boy had visited him many times, and knew the city very well. 

"Let's go look at his apartment, huh, girl?" Jano yipped in response, walking off towards said building. 

~

Eventually they made it without any issues, the old building looking on the edge of falling. Whiskey eyes slowly grazed up the building, judging how dangerous it would be. 

"Jano, heel!" The command told Jano that he wasn't in the mood for any games. She stalked by the small boy's side as he made his way slowly up the stairs to the 6th floor, the top. Small crunches accompanied every step as the duo made their way up the stairs that were slowly falling apart. It had been 2 years since he had been here, but what can he say, he was traveling from a small town in California to basically the other side of the state. And this whole "end of the world" thing didn't help. 

(Btw, I looked at how long it would take to get from where I live to Chicago, and it was 666 hours. Let that sink in.)

As he made it to the 6th floor, he looked both ways in the hallway, before heading left. 

"23, 24, 25, 26. There it is." Jano sniffed skeptically at the door. Whiskey eyes squinted through the crack in the slightly ajar door, trying to see through the dark. He carefully pushed the door open just enough to squeeze through, shuffling into the darkness. After realizing there was no immediate threat, the 16yr old survivor lifted up his gun, turning the flashlight on top on. 

He cleared the lounge, starting towards the bedroom when he heard clanking. Rushing over to the wall adjoined to the kitchen, he turned off the flashlight; the light coming through the window enough to see properly. As he heard whispering voices or just a voice, he couldn't tell, he jumped up from his hiding place. The gun was aimed at another boy trying to tend to his wound alone. 

"Hey." He tried to put authority into his voice as he got the attention of the shaggy haired boy. 

(Btw, the video above is what he looks like. I'm sure you know who I'm talking of ;) )

Said boy looked up quickly, fear and surprise mixed into his green-brown eyes. 

"What's your name?" 

"Sam..."

"What are you doing here?" The authority never left his voice as he asked these questions.

"My brother and I came here looking for a moment to rest, and so that we could patch up my shoulder." Sam gestured to the large, ugly gash on his bony shoulder. Suddenly it sunk in. Brother. 

"Shit..." Whiskey Eyes muttered under his breath, preparing to move as he felt something press against the small of his back. 

"Drop the gun." Jano whimpered as he did so, emerging from the other room. Suddenly seeing the strangers, she leaned back on her haunches, a hardly menacing growl leaving her small body. 

"Sht!" She stopped her growling and sat, but still showed her teeth as the gun was lowered. 

"Who are you?" The deep voice asked, who was assumed to be little Sam's older brother.

"Gabriel, ok? They call me Gabriel." The gun tapped his back, and Gabriel took it as a sign to walk forwards.

"Sit. What are you doing here?" Gabriel sighed as he sat on the wooden chair. So many memories with these chairs...

"I'm here looking for my brother. Who lives-... Or, lived here." Gabriel glared at the boy in front of him. When the green eyed boy said nothing, he took it as a sign to keep talking. "I traveled from California to try to find my brother. With my dog Jano." He said in a less annoyed tone as he looked at Jano sniffing cautiously at Sam's feet. The 13 yr old looked over at Gabriel, questioning with his eyes. Gabriel nodded curtly, telling Sam it was ok to pet Jano.  

"Ok, then. I'm Dean. I believe  you, but I can assure you there's no one here." He lowered the gun, walking back to Sam as he pet the dog happily. Dean looked down lovingly, although pulling Sam up to finish on his wound.

Gabriel fought back tears. Maybe Cas not being here is a good thing. Perhaps he found somewhere safe. 

"He did leave a note, though. That is, if his name is 'Cas'." 

"Yes! Where is it??" Instead of looking down at Gabriel with annoyance at his enthusiasm, a knowing look was in his eyes. He knew how important family was.

He handed the note to him out of the pocket of the leather jacket he wore, before turning back to his kid brother.

Gabriel's eyes moved quickly, eager to take in the information.

Dear Gabe,

I had to leave my home due to post apocalyptic issues.

I'm fine, at the moment at least. Please don't worry too

much, I knew you would end up coming here, so I left 

this to tell you where I am. Remember the old secret 

hide-out?

I love you,

Cas.

"So, where are you headed?" Dean asked, curiosity clear in his voice.

"Narnia..." It was clear that Gabriel's mind was elsewhere. 

"Maybe we will be ok..."