It's been about a month. Sam is still trying to recover from trials. Crowley now, because of the close-to-finished transformation, has gone on a mission with him to find a way to cure demons without killing hunters. They haven't succeeded yet, but they were working hard at it.

Kevin finally is a retired prophet and has went back to school because, well, there's not much left he can do when the prophecies have all been read out and the highest prophet has thrown every angel out of heaven. Dean calls to check in every few weeks, but other than that things have actually went back to normal for him.

Dean is on his own mission. He's trying to find Cas. At first he was just angry and all he could think about was telling Cas just how mad he was that the angel didn't listen to him. Over time though, as he travelled and stopped along the way multiple times to help out fallen angels in need, he realized Cas wasn't going to need that. He wasn't going to need to be told that things got messed up. With how well Dean knew Cas, he knew the fallen angel would have guilt enough on his own.

It wasn't until about a month after that Garth called Dean up and told him that he'd found a mark on a 'Castiel Winchester' who had gotten settled not too far from where Dean had grown up. Dean jumped into the Impala for the umpteenth time this month and drove, hoping this mark was the right one.

He walked into the diner that Cas supposedly worked at, and sat at the counter when he saw Cas was there serving, breathing a sigh of relief. Cas didn't notice him at first, so he spoke up. "Hey, can I get a piece of the apple pie over there? It looks good."

Castiel nodded without looking, and then he didn't notice until he placed it down who had ordered it. Cas took a breath and just smiled. "Hello Dean. As they say, this is 'on the house' for you. I think that's it, right?"

"Cas, I don't care about that," Dean said, sighing. "I've been looking for you since…why didn't you call me?"

"I had some things to sort out. Dean, it's not your job to take care of me. This is my fault, right? I must fix my own damage. I live again with some brothers and sisters, and I take care of them because I am the most familiar with the ways of this world. I didn't call because I didn't want to get in your way, and I didn't want more to feel guilty about," Castiel said before turning away to get somebody else's order.

Dean took a few minutes to eat some pie, which was luckily just as good as it looked. Then, he smiled. "So it's Castiel Winchester now, huh?"

Castiel looked worried as he turned back. He leaned in close and whispered to Dean. "We are very close…I didn't think it would matter. I didn't want to take Jimmy's last name because, well, I feel it's disrespectful after taking his body only to lose my grace."

Dean reached up his hand to Castiel's face, tracing over the bags under Castiel's eyes. "When is the last time you slept?"

"I don't know how to sleep yet," Castiel admitted sheepishly as he pulled away. "It's okay though, that's what they make this 'coffee' for, correct?"

"No," Dean said, getting up and walking over to the manager. When he came back, the manager smiled and nodded as he grabbed Castiel's hand and took him out of the restaurant.

Castiel didn't say a word. Neither did Dean until they got to the road. "So, where do you live?"

"I will show you the way," Castiel said. And, as they went along, he pointed in directions and spoke a little bit about weird things on different streets that he'd seen. It wasn't too far from the diner though, because really, Cas had to pick somewhere close to be able to walk to work every day.

As soon as they walked in the door, Gabriel was running up to Cas. "Hi Cassie, I thought you were at work for a few more – oh, it's Dean-o! Hey!"

"Gabriel," Dean said, nodding his head. "Cas hasn't slept at all for a month, and you look like you have."

"He refuses to sleep, I can't help him. Might not help that he lives and breathes coffee at that musky old diner," Gabriel responded sheepishly.

"To earn money to feed a certain candy-addicted angel," Castiel said strongly.

"Hey, what's a big bro for?" Gabriel asked before scampering off into another room.

Castiel led Dean up to his room so they could have some quiet, and so Dean wouldn't have to encounter any other old angel friends tonight. "It has a bed. I understand it's usually for sleep. I don't really know…sorry, you must understand, it's a completely different world to be human."

Dean nodded, he understood in a way that he didn't know he could until now. He lay down on the bed, and then motioned for Cas to come lay across from him. "Listen Cas, it is really simple. All you have to do is close your eyes and relax your body."

"I'm closing my eyes, this isn't relaxing, it's daunting," Castiel said honestly.

Dean, for some reason he did not know or would never admit, reached forward and pulled the angel into his arms, pulling the blanket over both of them. When Cas was curling himself around Dean more comfortably, Dean chuckled. "Better?"

"Dangerously so," Cas replied softly. "I can't always expect you to be here when I need to sleep."

"I wouldn't say that," Dean said, rubbing circles on the angel's back and helping sooth the fallen angel into a peaceful slumber. Once Dean heard the slow breathing and knew Castiel was truly asleep, he too fell into peaceful sleep, not thinking about anything about that. Not even thinking about tomorrow.

Author's Note: This was totally going to be a one-shot with fluff about Cas getting used to being human along with the other angels and such, but now I'm not too sure what it is. Multi-chapter is likely, if it gets good reviews I will focus on it. I want to get it done over the summer if I do this though, because it will be my own views of how things could go next. This includes all angels adjusting, working with Crowley, working with Lucy, letting out Adam – the works. I will try my hardest to update this often if you like it.

Love,

Auttzthoughtz