AN: So, I've completely lost steam on all of my other fics as I have taken up a new fandom. I am completely obsessed with Supernatural, Cas to be exact. He's just so damn awesome. A few things: I will try to update this as regularly as possible, I don't intend for this story to be long but you never know, this is rated T for now for language but eventually will be bumped up to M. Also, if you could please review that would be amazing! Let me know how I am doing or drop me a line to let me know what you think should happen! I do not plan on making this a Destiel fic but I do plan on Cas 'experiencing human life' and I probably wont follow the shows story line for long [which means Sam might be trapped in the cage for a while, sorry moose lovers .], so if this is not what you've come for turn back now! Otherwise, enjoy.

-THEN-

"Well, you wanna elaborate?" Dean couldn't help the frustrated scowl or gesture. Sometimes communicating with the Angel was painful at best.

" I just woke up here." He looked around the room briefly, "The doctors were surprised, they thought I was brain dead."

Dean's voice on the other line showed his lack of patience for niceties, "So a Hospital?"

"Apparently," Castiel stretched with a wince, this mortal form was giving him more discomfort than he could have cared for, "after Van Nuys I just appeared." His gaze shifted to the doorway, watching a nurse push an empty wheelchair by. "Bloody and unconscious on a shrimping boat off Delacroix." He gaze was jittery, his nerves at his current situation showing greatly. "I am told it upset the sailors."

"Uh, well, I gotta tell you man you're just in time." Dean paused momentarily looking to Bobby, then Sam. "Found a way to pop Satan's box."

"How?" Trying to sit up on his own caused him a great deal of pain, an audible wince in his voice.

"Look man, it's a long story. But we're going after Pestilence now, so if you wanna zap over here?" It wasn't said entirely in question, Dean was on edge, he was ready to get this "mother" over with already.

Castiel leaned sourly back on the pillow, a slight look of hopeless despair gracing his features. "I can't zap anywhere."

"What do you mean?"

He idly rubbed his feet together, the numb sensation seemed to lessen when he did. "It would seem my batteries are drained."

"Wait a minute, you're out of Angel mojo?" Dean's tone was disbelieving, trying to hold out hope for their plan.

"I am saying that I am thirsty and my headaches." He sat up slightly, "I have a bug bite that itches no matter how hard I scratch it and I'm saying that I'm just so incredibly-" He sighed with an inward laugh, shaking his head at the word he was about to say.

"Human." Dean cut in, "Wow, sorry." Taking a few steps back he took a seat, it was time to go back to the drawing board.

"Well my point is, you can't go anywhere without money for an airplane ride and food."

Dean nodded with Cas' words.

Cradling the receiver to the phone between his ear and shoulder he shifted slightly to scratch the offending bug bite. "More money for pain medication, ideally."

"Alright, well look, Bobby's here he'll wire you cash."

"Dean, wait." Castiel could hear Bobby's indignant 'I will?' through the other end. "You said no to Michael, I owe you an apology."

"Cas, uh, it's okay." Apologies weren't really Dean's thing, they bridged more into chick flick territory than he cared for.

"You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be." He said it with sincerity, not realizing his blatant faux pas.

Dean had known it was coming, the well intended but horribly offensive apology, but Cas never did let him down. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

"You are welcome." He was done speaking now and placed the receiver back into the cradle, effectively hanging up on Dean.

-NOW-

Spending the day as a Human thus far was long, hard and terrifying. His bug bite was still itching and the multitude of emotions he had experienced seemed to be closing in on him. It was almost suffocating, the lump that had developed in the back of his throat. Had it always been there and he just never took the time to realize it?

Reaching down to scratch the bite mark his attention was diverted to the stair case. Bobby's footsteps echoed down, a pleased look as he stood at the bottom. Castiel watched him as he turned around and went back up, only to come back down a few moments later and repeat the process. Pushing himself from the over stuffed chair he winced slightly at the bruise on his ribs, looking halfway up the stairs to the retreating form of Bobby.

"What are you doing?"

The Angel's voice startled him and he turned, "You likened to scare me t'death y'idjit!" He made his way back down, "I just got these legs back, I'm in no rush to loose 'em again."

Castiel tilted his head slightly, "Walking up and down stairs keeps them from falling off, then?"

"For a higher being you surely are thick skulled, boy." Shoving his hands into his pockets he stood beside the former Angel, "It's just good t'have 'em back is all." Taking in a deep breath he crinkled his nose at the sterile –and fishy?- smell radiating from Cas. "You ever taken a shower in that meatsuit before?"

Gripping the collar of his shirt he pulled it forward, taking in the smell from his body. He smelled like a fishy hospital gown that had gone out for a jog. "No."

"Balls." The boy needed direction, but hell if Bobby Singer was going to teach a full grown man how to bathe. "Dean!"

"Yeah!" The reply was distant, far off in the house somewhere, but it was quickly followed by heavily booted foot falls coming in their direction. "What's going on?"

Bobby looked from Dean to Castiel and back, "Our boy Cas here needs some help." With a devious smirk he removed himself from the room, patting Dean on the back as he passed by.

Dean raised a brow, "Care to elaborate Cas?"

He was nervous and slightly embarrassed by the situation, but after a moment with a sigh he responded. "It has come to my attention that this meatsuit has acquired a certain smell. And," He adjusted his voice slightly, "it may soon become offensive."

Crossing his arms over his chest he gave him a scrutinizing look. "And?"

"How do I operate the shower?"

"You gotta be kidding, right?"

"No."

Dean waited a beat for the former Angel to produce more information and at it's lack went with, "You've been alive for almost as long as existence…existed and you've never taken a shower?"

"No, there was never any need for such activity before. But, being Human, has granted me a lot of things that have never happened before. Public transportation, pain, and the ability to smell bad."

The smirk that spread over his features at Cas' current situation couldn't be helped and he reached out to grasp the others shoulders. "Lets get this under control before you turn out all hobo with a brew on us." Guiding him to the stairs he let go once they began to ascend. "Sam! A little help?"

Sam who had been sitting in the adjoining room tracking demon activity on his laptop smirked, "No way dude. This ones all you."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Alright Cas, we're gonna do this the ole' no homo way God intended for us." Dean had been a guest in Bobby's house many times and knew where all of the necessities were. Opening the linen closet he grabbed a towel, heading for the spare room he had taken over.

"Dean, I do not think God would judge on such a simple thing as heterosexuality. The Bible is an inspired work and-"

"Right," Unzipping the duffel he rooted around, "first things first, always make sure you got your towel." Digging to the bottom of the bag he removed a pair of black jeans he wouldn't be needing, "Next thing is your clothes. These are mine," Holding the small pile out he shoved them into Cas' hands, "But you can borrow them for now." He couldn't help the slight death glare, as a Hunter he did not lead a life of vanity which didn't afford him many pairs of clothes.

Taking the small bundle into his arms he shuffled behind Dean into the bathroom, moving nervously on the balls of his feet as Dean stared him down.

Dean had plenty of experience being the older brother and helping Sammy during bath time when he needed it, but this was extremely awkward. Pulling back the shower curtain he stepped aside so Cas could see. "You got your hot water and your cold water," He turned the knobs, feeling for temperature for a moment. "Sometimes it takes a minute for the hot water, but, when you're ready just, uh, get naked and get in." Turning the knob for the water to be diverted to the shower head he pulled the curtain closed. "Just keep this closed so you don't flood the bathroom out."

Castiel nodded, "Thank you Dean."

"I don't have to explain how to clean-"

"I am aware of the basic properties of bathing. I was simply unaware of the… etiquette, if you will." Placing the things down on the sink he began to unbutton his shirt.

"Cas, dude, wait until I'm outta here!"

Pausing he watched Dean exit, shutting the door behind him.

-SUPERNATURAL-

"So, Sammy, what's it lookin like?" Dean raised the beer bottle to his lips, taking a short swig and motioning to the laptop.

"Detroit."

Taking another healthy pull from the bottle he nearly finished it, toying with the label. There were so many things he needed to say to his brother, but he wouldn't. Looking up from the peeling paper he noticed Castiel entering the room. "Damn Cas, I didn't know there was a lady killer under that coat."

Castiel furrowed his brows, "I don't usually make it a habit of killing women, unless they are possessed." A brief pause, "Or trying to kill us."

Dean smirked, shaking his head. "Since Sam's got the apocalypse pout what do you say to being my wingman?"

"Dean, I've already told you, my batteries are drained and I am unable to use my wings."

Taking the last sip from the green bottle he rose from his spot in the kitchen, feet falling unceremoniously from the table top. "You are the dumbest smart person I have ever met, Cas." Tossing his empty into the trash he threw a friendly arm around Cas' shoulders. "Don't ever change."

Sam rolled his eyes with a huff, shutting his laptop and running his hands down the sides of his face. "Dean," It was muffled by the palms of his hands but audible. "we're on the verge of apocalypse," He let his hands fall back to the table, "and, I'm not trying to be the party pooper here, but going out and getting drunk is not helping us win."

"Come on, Sam, there is only one way this thing with us had ever worked. You do your little geek boy thing and I follow up on leads."

"Dean, we don't have any leads."

"Exactly my point. Smart boy." Making his way to the front door he grabbed his keys, "Come on Cas, lets go blow off some steam."