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Free to be You and Me

"Hold him down!" Dean told her as he got a better grip on the blade.

"You're trying to cut his damn head off, he's not just gonna chill while you do it." She forced her weight against the vampire and managed to get him relatively still while Dean finished him off.

Kayla climbed off the now really dead vampire and grimaced at her own appearance. "You got blood on me."

"You're not gonna get all princess on me now are ya?" He put the long blade back into his jacket.

"No." She defended, then shook her sleeve and watched blood sprinkle on the ground. "Yuck."

They headed back to the car as quietly as possible, no one really needed to see them walking around with the blood spattered on their clothes. It seemed so strange, knowing that Sam wasn't in the car, or even back at the motel waiting for them.

The radio turned on loudly as Dean cranked the car; he had been enjoying playing it as loud as he wanted but now turned the volume down. "You wanna go somewhere for dinner?"

"Yeah," she replied while putting her seatbelt on. "What are you in the mood for?"

"No I mean, go somewhere for dinner."

She looked at him. "Like an actual restaurant?"

"Yeah." He pulled into the street.

"Like a date?"

He couldn't help the smirk when he heard the term but he shrugged it off. "If that's what you want to call it."

She laughed a little; in almost five years of being together they'd never actually gone on a date. Unless of course, you counted killing demons, hunting spirits or decapitating vampires. Which he probably did. In that case, they'd been on thousands of dates. Maybe riding just the two of them for awhile would turn out better than she thought.

Back at the motel, Dean stood at the sink outside the bathroom and made touch ups with his razor. He was wondering what she was trying on and what she would ultimately end up wearing, which was weird for him. It seemed so commonplace, civilian even, but he was actually looking forward to this. The whole thing was oddly satisfying.

His breath caught when Cas was suddenly behind him and he stopped to make sure his heart was beating again. "Jesus Cas, don't do that." He set his razor down and turned, as usual Castiel stood right in his face. "Cas, we talked about this. Personal space."

He took a step back. "My apologies."

Dean went to the bed and started sifting through his bag. "How'd you find us, I thought we were drifting below the angel radar."

"You are. Bobby told me where you were." He looked around the room. "Where's Kayla? And Sam?"

"Kayla's in the bathroom." He pulled on a clean over shirt. "Me and Sam are taking separate vacations for awhile. So, have you found God yet? More important, can I have my damn necklace back?"

"No, I haven't found him. That's why I'm here, I need your help."

"With what, a God hunt? I'm not interested." Though with a whiny push he was sure he'd get roped into the thing.

"It's not God it's someone else."

"Who?"

"Archangel. The one who killed me. His name is Raphael."

He tilted his head. "You were wasted by a teenage mutant ninja angel?"

Castiel continued, he was getting accustomed to Dean's sarcasm. "I have heard whispers, that he is walking the Earth. This is a rare opportunity."

"For what? Revenge?"

"Information. We are going to trap him, and interrogate him."

Dean watched his expression, but it never changed. It usually didn't. "You're serious about this."

"Dean I need your help, because you are the only one who will help me. Please."

Damn him. Damn him for coming right now. "Hey sweetheart." He called out.

Kayla opened the bathroom door and it was everything he was afraid of. She was dressed and ready to go in a little black dress and strappy heels, her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders. Damn him.

For the first time, she didn't look overly enthusiastic to see Castiel. "Cas, hey." She offered a smile to hide her surprise.

"You look very nice." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Cas needs our help hunting the archangel that killed him so he can tell us where God is."

"Oh." Well, her God-hunting support definitely came around to bite her in the ass. "Then um, I should change." The guy saved her life, it wasn't like she was going to tell him to come back later.

He gave her a remorseful look, because he actually did want to take her out. He should have known better. She smiled slightly and went back into the bathroom. Castiel didn't seem phased by any of this, he didn't realize he was interrupting anything at all and Dean let it go. "So where is he?"

"Maine."

"Fine, but we're driving. Give me a minute." He went into the bathroom; Kayla had already changed and was pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

She smiled as she smoothed it out. "Hey."

"Raincheck, okay? I fully expect to see that dress on you again."

"Okay." She agreed with little enthusiasm, she knew the rain check would be on a lengthy timeline. They had a world to save.

He leaned her against the counter and kissed her. "I really didn't plan this."

She laughed quietly. "I don't believe you."

"You better go give him a formal greeting, I think you hurt his feelings."

"I doubt it." But she went out of the bathroom and put on a wider smile, giving Cas a hug before putting the dress back in her bag. "How are you?"

His expression did shift just slightly then; he was more relaxed, happier about the respectful concern. "I'm well, thank you."

"Good. Let's go snatch an archangel. How hard could it be right?"

"He'll most certainly kill me, again." He answered honestly.

"Well aren't you full of sunshine today?"