The sun shone though the trees. Cas put his hand up and tried touching the beautiful light. Wanting to feel it's warmth and love. The trees swished in response to his hopes, refusing him his wish. Cas sighed sadly as they refused. He could never tell Dean or Sam that he heard the trees. They would think he was crazy. Which, he already had enough on his plate.

"Cas. Stop standing there, we have to see what made those tracks. They could be werewolves which isn't good."

Cas snapped back in reality to see Sam staring at him worriedly. He had his hand up as if we was clapping at him.

"Cas... are you okay? We can head home."

"No, lets keep going. You're right, finding these tracks are important. I'm fine, I promise."

As Cas said 'I promise' he bit his lip hoping Sam didn't notice. He did it as force of habit when he lied, as punishment for lying. He learned that it made him feel less guilty. Which happened very occasionally he'd come to find out. A memory crossed over him that happened months ago...

Cas sat on the bench in the park. He was supposed to be getting food from a nearby grocery store but got bored. Instead he found a quiet park and decided to just sit on a bench brieftly before he finished his task. He had sat there for about five minutes when there was a meow. Cas look over to see a brown and white spotted cat. He was meowing at Cas deliberately. "What? I don't have any food." After a couple days Cas had become fond of the cat. He named it Christopher, short for Christ. He fed it "secretly" everyday. Sam noticed this and asked him about it. He just replied that he was only helping wildlife, what any good angel would do. Another couple days went by and Cas went to the park. Instead of seeing lively Christopher he saw him dead on the road. Sam noticed it too and asked him if he was alright. He chewed his lip so hard that he was scared it would bleed!

Cas looked at Sam who was studying the ground. Cas looked at the ground for different reasons. He was just simply trying to hide the fact that he was upset over the memory. Cas has secretly made a grave in the park that no one knows excises except him.

I think I have something," Sam motioned for Cas to come over and check it out.

Cas looked up and walked over to Sam. "What do you think it making the tracks?" Cas asked,mildly nervous about finding out.

"I think we were right when we said werewolf," Sam sighed, not happy there was one so close to the bunker.

"Okay, we'll have to be on look out, there's nothing we can do now," Cas said gloomily, also upset that I was so close to the bunker.

Cas had seen the bunker as his home and hated when it was threatened. Sam and Cas walked back out of the forest and drive back home. Dean was busy finding if he wanted 'Burger King' or 'Taco Bell' when they walked in.

"Any luck in finding out what made the tracks?" Dean asked boredly, still focused on what to eat.

"We think a werewolf made them. But we're still not sure, there just way to close for comfort," Sam replied and looked at Deans debate of food.

Dean nodded and focused back on the 'Food Debate'. Cas took this time to slip away and go back to the forest. Cas wanted to relish the sunshine a bit more before it was gone. He learned that the sun could disappear any moment and Cas wanted to charash every moment he had in it. He always noticed he "felt" things more than usual angel do. He was deamed particular in the beginning of time and it took on to him well. After a while he heard a small snap. Cas looked back to see Crowley.

"What do you want Crowley," Cas made his voice sound menacing.

"Well, it's good to see you too," Crowley chuckled to himself. "Listen I've heard you've been having werewolf troubles, you can't blame me for being curious?"

Cas glared at Crowley, a small hint of a small on his face. He did miss Crowley, having someone to talk about demon and angel gossip was good once in a while.

"Listen Cas, I've heard word..." Crowley's voice went to a small whisper, "that Lucifer knows where you are and is coming for you. Because of the... you know, what happened. He's come back and is mad."

Castiel froze and thought for a moment.

"And you know this for sure?"

Crowley slowly shook his head, almost sadly Cas noticed. Cas took this moment to assess what he was actually saying.

"Well then, I guess I should get away. Thanks Crowley but this is not or fight, or the Winchester's. I'll get going now."

"What about the Winchester's? What are you going to tell them. Or not going to tell them?"

"They don't need this on them. Don't tell them a thing Crowley, I mean it. I'll deal with this. Go back to where you came from and keep your mouth shut. Thanks again Crowley," Cas looked once at Crowley and disappeared, if Lucifer was coming for him, he'd have to hide, and quickly.

It had been a week later and Lucifer was definitely coming for Cas. He'd found him a couple times but couldn't quite get him. Now Castiel, known now as Steve in the area, was hiding in an inconspicuous town, in Idaho. He'd used Steve as respect to when he didn't have his grace and worked at that gas station. He'd come accustomed to being 'normal' and kinda missed being normal Steve. Running from Lucifer was no fun and wondered how Sam and Dean were doing. He hadn't told them anything about what was happening and left unexpectedly. He knew Dean worried and cared for Cas and would be upset of his leaving. He was sitting at a local bar when a server walked up.

"What can I get for you sir?"

She was definitely beautiful, with long blond hair. She had blue eyes and her tag read 'Stacy', what a beautiful name Cas thought.

"I would, uh, like just a beer, that's all. Thank you."

Stacy nodded and wrote it down on her notepad. She walked off and came back moments later with a cold beer.

"Here ya go sir. If you need anything else just tell me."

Cas nodded and slightly grunted. It had been a while since he had talked to anyway. It was nice, he wanted to cherish the moment a little longer.

"Wait."

Stacy stopped and turned around to look at him. "What is it sir," as she came walking back tot he table.

"Um, my names Steve." Cas said awkwardly.

"That's a nice name, what brings you here 'Steve', or just seeing the sights?"

Cas thought for a moment.

"Seeing the sights, they are beautiful."

Stacy nodded. "My shift ends in an hour, how about you meet me in the back?"

Cas smiled a small smile. "I'd like that."

Stacy smiled and walked off towards the bar again. Cas hummed silently to himself.

It was an hour and Cas waited silently until he shadows near the back. He heard a door and looked around to see Stacy. He walked out of the shadows and waved.

"Hey, I didn't think you'd come."

"Of course I would Stacy."

Stacy nodded and came in for a kiss. They kissed for a minute or so when Cas felt a small pain in his neck. He leaped back to see Stacy holding a bottle of bright white stuff. His grace! There was a slit in his throat where a knife had been.

"Well now, I have your grace. What a bad turn of events for you."

"Who are you!"

Stacy looked straight in Cas's eyes.

"I'm just a demon that Lucifer sent to get you. Now don't fight, it will only make my job more fun."

As dread set in and his grace gone Cas ran. "Stacy" quickly caught up and tackled him, in a series of punches and prods. Cas, barley conscious heard a car door bang. His stomach was on fire and realized he had been stabbed with the same knife that cut his throat. After that he became fully unconscious and let the blackness swallow him whole.

Cas blinked open his eyes and looked around, as he did so his whole body ached.

"I wouldn't do that. Just relax. Your okay." The voice was barely a whisper as if it had been crying.

Cas looked up to see a red, puffy faced Dean staring back at him.