Castiel was resting against a wall when he heard it, Dean's voice talking softly, calling him.

"They always call whenever I am resting."

Angles may not need to sleep but they do need to rest. Castiel pulled out the only method of contacting the Winchester boys, a cell phone, and dialed one of the two numbers in it and asked one question.

"Where are you?"

"Basement Edward Hospital Naperville Illinois. Cas..."

Sam answered but was unable to finish as Castiel hung up on him.

"Edward Hospital Naperville Illinois, basement."

Castiel thought and within a second he was staring in to the face of a snarling Aswang. Castiel raised an eyebrow.

"Cas don't look away from her!"

Dean called somewhere to his right.

"Why not?"

"Just trust me!"

And of course Castiel did. The Aswang stared back at Castiel then began to back off, it seemed to be afraid. It turned and ran from Castiel, it tried to run but Dean blocked its path brandishing a spear. The Aswang screeched and turned for the other door in which Sam was standing brandishing an identical spear to Dean's. The two brothers slowly cornered the Aswang, fending it off with their spears, finally it made a desperate attack on Sam only to have Dean bury his spear in to its neck, Sam's spear followed piercing through its chest. The Aswang gave a dyeing cry and fell silent. Dean pulled his spear out of the monster and turned to Castiel. Truth be told Dean had look better, the fight with the Aswang had left him with a bloody nose, a cut cheek, and a dislocated shoulder. Sam didn't look much better as he was sporting a black eye, a deep cut on his chest, and a smaller cut on his forehead.

"What is that?"

Castiel asked, motioning to the spear.

"A Bagakay! The only sure fire way to kill an Aswang! Ha!"

Dean's face took on a devilish grin as he looked at his spear.

"It's really the only thing that they are scared of."

Sam added in.

"I don't know Sammy, it look pretty scared of Cas."

Dean said nodding slightly at the angle, Sam agreed to this by nodding slightly.

"Why did you call me Dean?" Castiel said, exasperated. "I do have things to do."

"I didn't call you Cas."

Dean said cleaning the blood of his spear. He looked at Castiel in confusion.

"Really? I could have sworn that I heard you."

"Cas the only way for us to get in touch with you is the cell. Remember?"

Dean said, he was starting to worry about is angelic friend.

"Besides Cas, Dean doesn't pray."

Sam joked, coming up beside his brother. Worry coated his features same as Deans.

"It did seem strange that I could hear you." Castiel put his palms on the brothers' chest. "The engravings are still there. So who called me?"

"And why did they impersonate me?"

Castiel opted to stay with the Winchester boys until they could figure out who had impersonated Dean. After exhausting every lead they could think of, the three made their way to Bobby's.

"So what you're sayin' it that someone copied Dean to get Castiel to join you? Why? What would be the point? And why would anyone want to copy this idjet?"

"That's what I want to know!"

Deans said placing but bear back on the table with a bang.

"Cas can you think of anyone who would want you with us?"

"I can think of many people who would want me to stay away, and many who want me to take the markings off your ribs. But I can't think of a single person who would want me to be around you. In fact it would be better for anyone your enemy's if I was gone."

The group fell silent at Castile's words.

"Could it be God?" Sam asked. "I mean He saved us from Lucifer's rising, He brought Cas back. He might want Cas with us."

"I don't think this is it."

Castiel said, as much as he loved and trusted his father, Castiel doubted that He would trick Castiel in to coming the two brothers. If he wanted the three together then why not just tell Castiel to go, or tell his prophet to tell them. Why would he trick Castiel?

"How did it go with the Aswang?"

Bobby asked, trying to break the silence.

"The Bagakay worked, it was terrified of them."

Dean said the same look he always got after a hunt appeared on his face.

"Bobby, why would it be afraid of Cas?"

Sam asked, ignoring his brother.

Bobby thought on this for a second.

"There is a legend...hold on." Bobby left to room and soon the sound of books falling and Bobby cursing could be heard. "Ah here it is." Bobby came back into the room holding a very big, very old book. "If you think you are going to be attacked, have a rosary and a strong faith in God can drive them away." Bobby flipped a few pages. "Things you should do is strengthen yourself and trust in God." A few more pages "Saying the Lords name will scare them." Bobby set the book down. "I would say it is because of Castiel's trust in God."

"Then why wasn't it afraid of praying Sammy over there."

Dean said pointing to his brother. Sam threw a book at Dean's head.

"According to the legends, you need to have an unshakeable faith in God for it to be afraid of you. Sam apparently you faith just isn't unshakeable enough."

"Yeah well the apocalypse happened and all."

"Maybe it's just because Cas is an Angle." Dean suggested. "I mean any sane living creature would be afraid of angles."

"Dean how could it know I am angle?"

Castiel said.

"Maybe it just sensed you were. Like it felt your power or something."

"Dean are you drunk?"

Castiel asked. Dean looked at the bottle in his hand and then at the pile of bottles around him.

"Possibly." Castiel looked at Bobby who walked forward and took the bottle from Dean's hand. "Hey!"

"I think you've had enough, you idjet. We need you thinking clearly to figure this out."

"I am thinking clearly Bobby! Sammy tell them!"

Sam gave Dean an evil look and said.

"I don't know Dean you look pretty out of it. In fact I think we should put you in the panic room just to be sure. What do you think Cas?"

"Why would we...Oh. Yes I think we should. Bobby?"

"Now this is an idea I could get on board with."

The three advanced on Dean, who slowly backed in to the kitchen.

"Now just hold on a minute. I may be drunk, I'll give you that, but there is no way in hell that you are going to put me in the panic room!"

"I don't think you have a chose in the matter Dean."

Sam said as Castiel disappeared and reappeared behind Dean. He tapped Dean in his shoulder and when Dean turned Castiel touched his forehead, knocking him out.

Dean woke on the small cot in Bobby's panic room. It took a second of staring up at the Devils Trap on the ceiling for him to remember what happened.

"Dammit!" Dean yelled, sitting up. He heard laughter outside the door. "Sam let me out!"

"Sorry Dean, but no can do. You need to sober out."

"I am sober! And I have the hangover to prove it!"

"I am going to need more proof then that Dean."

Sam was trying to hold in laughter.

"Why don't you come in here and I'll give you my proof as I ring your neck!"

"Now that isn't very good incentive for me to come in."

Sam had given up on holding back the laughter and was now laughing freely.

"So help me Sam. When I get out of here you are dead!"

"Whatever you say Dean."

Sam said, his voice becoming softer as he walked from the panic room door.

"And tell Bobby and Cas the same goes for them!"

Dean yelled, unsure if anyone could hear him.

Sam closed the door to the cellar and turned to the man standing next to the door.

"Is he comfortable?"

"Annoyed would be the word I would use, but all in all I would say, yes."

Sam said, anger coloring his words.

"A does he suspect anything?"

"No, he still thinks this is just a prank."

"Good. Keep it that way."

The man turned to leave.

"Wait! What about Bobby!"

Sam said, grabbing on to the being that was possessing the only father he had left.

"You will get back after I get the angles power."

And the man walked out of the house.