Dean had no idea what had become of his trench coated angel. He only knew he had to get Sam to their hotel and quick. When they got there Dean would have no idea what to do next.

"Dean are you alright?" Sam asked in a low tone still breathing deeply after their recent affair.

Dean nodded assuring his health, "Ya I'm fine Sammy."

Sam sat up in his bed with a sly look on his face, "Dean you're not fooling me. I know that look on your face. It's the look you have when you worry. Trust me I've been watchingit for the past ten years."

Dean glanced at his brother speechless. For once in his life he had no idea what he was going to do. It was like the whole world was melting with him on it. Everytime he would check outside the angels would still be falling like broken fireworks in the sky. He was scared for Cas now. Cas was like his brother. They had grown close over the years. He couldn't loose him. It would be too much like loosing Sam.

"Dean!?" Sam exclaimed standing up to face his big brother, "Dean can you hear me?"

Dean stared into the hazel green orbs staring him in the face and he felt tears welling up inside of him. He couldn't take it anymore. All the years he had held in whatever shit crossed his path and he knew it was time to let his anger go. For nearly ten years he had kept it inside of him.

"Damn it!" he literally yelled throwing himself on the bed. He gripped his hair in both hands and pulled at it feeling the tears rolling down his cheeks. Sam watched him in awe everything telling him to comfort his brother but he decided to wait and let Dean release all the bullshit he had inside of him.

"Sammy." Dean sniffed sitting up on the bed. Sam kneeled down next to his big brotherk

"Yes Dean?"

"Sammy I don't know what to do." Dean stared down at him with tears still welling up in his eyes and his face filled with expressions of terror, confusion, desperateness, anger, rage, sadness, and fear. Sam gulped when he realized he couldn't stop this,

"Dean anything you need...I...I'll get it." he whispered.

Dean shook his head, "This whole world has gone to shit and we can't do anything about it."

"Don't say that." Sam said taking his brothers hand and hopping on the bed next to him, "We'll find a way to stop this. Cas will know what to do."

"Don't you see!?" Dean outburst in rage and sorrow, "Cas is either dead or gone! We'll never see him again!"

Sam stood up glaring down at Dean, "Don't you dare say that. If it was me missing would you give up on me that easily? Cas is our brother too."

Dean was about to reply when there was a knock on the door. Sam turned immediately running to the door. Dean watched feeling the dried tears on his face.

Sam slowly opened the door to reveal a dark brown haired man with a trench coat, blue tie, black pants... It was Castiel.

Dean gazed up at his angelic friend with joy and sorrow. He stood up and gave him a big hug. Cas stared at him when he let go.

"Don't ever make us scared like that again." Dean joked half crying half laughing.

Sam's fear was growing inside his stomach when Cas didn't smile back and held onto the frown on his face. He didn't know what it was but something seemed deeply different about him. He wasn't sure if it was the dirty clothes, the expression or the fact he didn't appear inside their hotel room rather than knock. Dean was still smiling at Cas who held the expression of loss in his face like a lost puppy.

Sam broke the silence, "Cas it took you a while to find us." he chuckled nervously when Cas turned his gaze onto him.

Cas nodded looking down at his muddy shoes, "I-I-It doesn't matter." He stuttered sitting down in the chair at the table.

Dean and Sam exchanged glances with each other. "Of course it does!" Dean exclaimed.

Cas looked up at them without saying a word. Something in his expression made Sam realize something was utterly wrong and he asked, "Cas tell us what's wrong now."

Cas nodded slowly and began to splutter out the whole damn story, "Naomi was right. I-I- I just didn't believe her not after what she did and Metatron was waiting for me. He- He took my grace away...my essence. I'm a useless human now and I can't do anything about that fact that my brothers and sisters are falling."

Dean had refrained from Cas the moment he mentioned he was human.

"What the hell do you mean, human?" Dean asked not wanting to really know.

"Dean," Cas eyes swelled up and tears rolled down his face, "I-I'm human. I can't do anything!"

Dean stared at the ground unable to come up with a suitable answer for his friends dilema. Sam was standing in the back of the room staring at the two guys who were dying on the inside.

"I'll make us some drinks." He said quitely walking to the fridge and removing a bottle of scotch. Cas looked into Dean's eyes with sadness. Dean smiled, "Listen we're going to figure this out do you hear me?"

Cas didn't answer. He seemed dazed like he was in a different world.

"Cas are you listening to me man!? Come on!" Dean cried.

"I'm with you." Cas whispered. Dean nodded.

"Good. We're just going to sleep it off and figure out what to do in the morning understand?"

"Yes." he answered.

Dean stood back up handing Cas a glass cup of scotch and taking his own share from sam. Sam was drinking the rest of the bottle down to the core. Dean and Sam looked at the ground as they downed their drink. They heard a noise coming from the corner of their eyes and turned to look at the same time. Cas had slammed his cup down on the table and was holding his throat,

"What the-" he croaked.

Dean laughed, "I almost forgot you were human. You can't hold a drink like us yet."

Sam grinned for the first time that night. He watched as Cas tried to wipe the terrible taste of his mouth with a napkin. Dean was smiling too and he set down his own drink.

"I'm going to hit the hay." Dean sighed plopping down on his bed.

Cas looked up confused, "What hay?"

Sam laughed, "Metaphor, Castiel."

Cas nodded still confused, "Are you going to hit the hay as well?"

Sam nodded, "I need to get some rest. You too! Sleep on the couch."

Cas tilted his head, "Sleep?"
Dean sat up, "Ya dumbass. That's what humans do."

Cas blinked and laid down on the couch without any blankets.

He stared up at the cieling without closing his eyes. Sam and Dean exchanged glances. Dean sighed rolling over and pulling blankets over his head. Sam moaned grabbing a spare blanket from the closet and threw it at Cas. Castiel jumped in surprise,

"What with the blanket?" He asked.
"Make yourself comfortable and then close your eyes and dream of unicorns or something." Sam exclaimed heading back to his bed.

Cas stared after him then followed his instuctions and closed his eyes. Sam sighed relieved and shut off the light in the hotel room. Tommorow there would need to be a lot of explaining.