A/N: Okay, just gonna start off by saying that I do not own Supernatural or its characters. AND, I'm sorry if you started reading the first version of DOY before I took it down. I wasn't happy with it at all and needed to make some changes. All belongs to Kripke. Umm, so yeah. This is the sequel to the story for Hope for Tomorrow. If you haven't read it, please do or you might be confused. Scratch that, you will be confused because I have changed A LOT of things. For example, Meg's already (kind of) part of the team and I mean to KEEP HER ALIVE *clears throat in embarrassment*. Anywhos! Also, Castiel came back with Dean yet he still ends up being a little "off." I'm probably not going to stick directly with the season, I'm not very sure. I'm kind of winging this one (whoops, probably shouldn't have told you that!). Okay! Well, this is starting off kind of like how Season 8 began.

Chapter One

"Alright Sammy, let's go get some sleep." Dean was already juggling his bag and the key to the motel room.

"Actually Dean," Sam gave a sheepish grin.

"What?" Dean raised his hands.

Violet rounded the corner with her own bag and a cell phone to her ear. "Kevin Tran, I do not care about the tablets right now. All I care about is you actually eating some real food and getting at least six hours of sleep."

She looked up and smiled at the boys before turning to open the door to a different room and continuing her conversation. "Kevin, you better do as I say or I will come down there and feed you drugged brussel sprouts!"

Dean watched her closed the door to the room with a mix of admiration and confusion. "You were saying, Sammy?"

Sam had the decency to blush. "I'm going to be in with Violet tonight."

Dean paused, giving in to a slight twitch. "Of course you are." Pause. "That's just gross man."

Sam chuckled. "Why do you say that?"

"Because now I have that image…you know what forget it! I'm going to go drink myself into a coma."

Sam shook his head and walked into his room. Violet had already hung up her phone and was beginning to undress. She turned to him with one of those brilliant smiles he loved.

"Dean's still getting used to this, huh?" She teased.

"Oh yeah." Sam began to loosen his shirt. "How's Kevin doing on Garth's boat?"

"Good besides giving all of us a migraine. He sent Mrs. Tran away so he could concentrate without distractions."

He lifted his eyebrows. "You don't agree?"

Violet snorted. "No, she was my only other ally with trying to keep him almost normal."

"Violet, that's kind of moot now."

She sighed, placing her hands on his chest. "So you keep trying to tell me, but I refuse to believe it. Now Mr. Winchester, would you rather keep talking or do something much more fun?"

They had all moved into Violet's apartment after the latest hunt. Her body was sore and aching, but she didn't let it show to Sam. She knew if she did, it would only worry him more. She enjoyed hunting, well parts of it. But her favorite part was helping Garth manage hunters all over the country. Getting calls from strange cities and verifying people she had never met were supposed to be there was fun for Violet. When she had told Sam this, he had gotten a strange look and said that Bobby would have loved her.

They had only just gotten back and Violet was about to fix them some dinner when a strange man in a trench coat appeared in the living room. Violet screamed, reaching for the knife she had been using to cut tomatoes with.

"Vi, it's okay!" Sam soothed. "It's Castiel."

Castiel? The angel? Violet gulped, walking closer to the angel that was giving her strange looks. Dean cleared his throat, giving them all weary looks.

"Red," he said. "This is Cas, our angel buddy."

"Hi," She squeaked.

"Who is this?" The angel asked in a deep voice.

"This is Violet, my wife." Sam grinned largely.

The angel sized her up with narrowed eyes. "Why are you being called by two different colors?"

Violet was confused momentarily. "Oh! Dean calls me 'Red' I guess because of my hair and he can be a jackass."

"Hey!" Dean yelled from the kitchen.

"But you can call me Violet," she smiled gently. There was about three thousand questions burning through her brain, all of them wanting to come out at once.

"I guess I should say congratulations to your recent nuptials. That is what people still say?" He looked confusedly at Sam.

With a slight chuckle, Sam nodded his head. "Yeah Cas and thank you."

The angel nodded briefly before walking towards Dean. Violet was about to follow him when Sam grabbed her by the arms. She still kept trying to walk, but he kept her back firmly pressed to his stomach.

"I have questions!" She whined, moving her feet but going nowhere.

"I know, sweetie, god do I know. But give him some time before you bombard him, okay?"

"But! This is against my rights as a human being." She tried, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Violet, you're ridiculous, you know that?"

She tilted her head. "Duh! I'm your pink elephant buddy. Now let me go so I can investigate a real angel!"

"Violet, it's not that big of a deal."

"Not a big deal? Sam, it's a real friggin angel! Come on!" She begged. Then, a devious smile took over her face. "Do you remember that thing I did on your birthday?"

Sam's face drew up, struggling not to blush. He barely choked out a, "Yes."

"If you let me go, I'll do it again. I'll do it tonight."

Sam was weak, he knew this as he let her go and watched her pull a Road Runner towards the angel. No, he wasn't weak, he thought as both Dean and Cas glared at him from the kitchen. No, he was just so in love it made him stupid.