Sam and Dean finish their drinks. There is a knock at the door. Dean looks at Sam who looks at his watch.
"Shit, our time in this room is up!"
"Great." says Dean rolling his eyes. "What are we going to do with Cas?" Castiel was still passed out on the bed. The person outside knocks again.
"Come on guys, make your self decent and get out of here! I've got another couple waiting!" Dean chucks the bags at Sam who scrambles to pick them all up.
"You carry our stuff and I'll carry sleepy wings." Sam nods and starts collecting their things. He then turns to the bed and smirks as Dean struggles to get Cas onto his shoulders in a fireman's lift.
"Sorry, sorry, we're so sorry." Sam says apologising to the motel owner as he struggles with all their bags. "Friend of ours had a bit of a rough night." The owner looks round Sam to see Dean grimacing at him.
"Massive light weight this one, must have only had like three beers." The motel owner raises his eyebrows then flicks his hand at them dismissively.
"Whatever." He then shows the two guests into the room. He then looks back down the corridor to see the boys scurrying away.
Dean sits Cas up in the back seat. Cas falls over so he is lying on his side. Dean makes a 'good enough' face then realises that Cas's nose is bleeding. Dean looks worried and then pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and tucks it under Cas's cheek so that the blood now doesn't touch the car. Smiling Dean goes to sit in the front. They pull away from the motel the Impala's engine roaring and they speed away.
"So what are we going to do with him?" asks Sam looking away from his book on sigils for a moment to look back at Cas. Dean looks in his mirror and sees Cas is still unconscious in the back seat.
"What can we do?" sighs Dean "I say keep his with us until we find somewhere safe to dump him until he wakes up."
"Yeah." Sighs Sam turning back to his book.
"He's a tough little dude, he'll be awake by the time we get there."
However Cas was not awake by the time they got there. Dean drops Cas on the bed. Sam pulls his laptop out and places it on the table.
"Cas better wake up soon. I'm getting a bit tired of explaining why we are carrying an unconscious tax accountant around with us."
"He better be awake in a couple of hours. I need to get some sleep." Dean groans rubbing his eyes. Sam looks at Dean with a sympathetically.
"Take the other bed. I don't mind staying up for a bit." Said Sam kindly. Dean looks at him incredulously. Sam scowls at him. "I think there's might be a job not too far from here Dean. I'm not you." Dean stretches.
"Awesome! I'll get a couple of hours shut eye, then we can get back on the road." He turns to Cas "And hopefully our little angle will have woken up by then."
Cas opens his eyes.
"I am awake." He says in his gravely monotone. Sam and Dean stare at him as he shakily pulls him self up in to a sitting position. Dean grins and sits down next to him slapping him on the back. This makes Cas nearly fall off the bed.
"The princess has awoken! Had a good sleep there your highness?" Cas just looks at Dean tilting his head.
"Princess…?" says Cas. Dean rolls his eyes.
"Never mind"
Cas stands up swaying slightly.
"Woah there Cas" says dean worriedly. "You alright?"
"I'm fine." Says Cas stumbling over to the table where Sam sits. Sam and Dean give each other a quick look. Cas appears to be out of breath, a rare look for the angle.
"I am worried however." Cas says looking up at Sam. Sam looks at Dean then back at Cas.
"About what?" says Sam leaning forward.
"About you."
"Want to be a bit more specific?" asks Dean "God knows there are a lot of reasons to be worried about Sam." Sam scowls at him. Dean ignores him.
"I'm sorry, I will elaborate…" Says Cas "Anna was released from prison to kill you Sam. And from what I hear on 'Angel radio' Anna hasn't returned…" Dean interrupts.
"Yeah 'cause Michael killed her." There's a pause where Cas looks sideways at Dean, then to Sam, then back to Dean. Cas gets up and walks over to Dean putting his hand to Dean's head. Dean quickly moves away.
"Slow down there Miss Cleo."
"Dean I need to know what happened. Let me read your mind."
"Jesus Cas, just ask what happened!"
"This way is quicker."
"Doesn't mean I like it!" Cas looks at Dean unblinkingly.
"Fine." says Cas resignedly
"Dam right 'fine'."
"Well…" starts Sam.
"I see…" Cas mutters now pacing around the room, his sea legs from earlier seem to have gone.
"So do the God Squad know that Michael doesn't want Sam dead? Well not Sam as he is now anyway." Asks Dean
"Thanks Dean." Scowls Sam.
"Yes. There isn't much holy movement towards the two of you at the moment. Sam is safe for now, from the Garrison at least." Says Cas ponderously.
"Good!" Says Dean pleased "You're safe from angles Sammy! Who could asks for more?" Sam raises his eyebrows dejectedly. Then turns to Cas who has his index and his middle fingers raised to his temple.
"You alright there Cas?"
"Yes. Just affirming something." Replies Cas in his usual monotone
"And that is?" asks Sam
"Yes indeed the other angles know about what happened with Anna and Michael."
"Well that's something." Sighs Sam. But Cas' fingers were still raised to his temple.
"What else Cas?" asks Dean. Cas lowers his hand.
"There's a price on my head. It appears that I have interfered with Zachariah's plans too many times this time."
There's a pause.
"Wha… What? Well, all right then! What does that mean?" asks Dean confused.
"It means that I should leave, they are already on their way to kill me."
And with that Cas disappears leaving the brothers alone confused in the motel room.