The famous roar of Impala was heard as it entered the parking lot of a small hotel called Days Inn, Lexington, Nebraska. Dean was driving of course, and found a nice parking spot right next to a Coca Cola machine.

„Why did we have to leave the Batcave? I was just getting used to my room!" – complained Dean as he put his head on the wheel.

„There was a ghost sighting and we agreed we are going to continue hunting. Your choice. And since our fellow angel wants to learn to become a hunter, he should start with basics." – said Sam in his usual know-it-all tone

„Yeah, about that, Cas, you okay back there?"

Dean turned around to see Castiel sleeping peacefully. A month has passed since his falling, and somehow he was still getting used to being a human. He sometimes forgets to sleep so he just passes out while sitting, and sometimes he passes out for not eating for too long. His first week was basically a series of passing out. A lot of fallen angels now were angry at him, so he decided it would be best if he traveled with the brothers.

Dean was having a hard time because he had to leave the Batcave. And again, he was taking care of people. Teaching Cas the human life, trying to keep Sam sane. In the end he has come to a realization it would be the best to go down the road again, hunting things they've hunted 8 years ago. So funny when he thought about it. Back in the day, they would struggle with killing a Wendigo or those long incantations to send a demon back to hell. Now, those days seem like heaven to him.

Sam, well, he was a special kind of crazy now. Sometimes he caught himself wishing he was hallucinating again. Hell seemed like a pleasant place to be now. The trials were taking their toll. He was supposed to die if he finished them and he didn't finish. He didn't die. But still it felt a lot like dying. He felt as if he was going through the trials all over again. So he focused on helping Cas and trying to hunt something easy to kill, and distraction seemed like a great medicine. He's okay, physically, but mentally, he has his crashes. Hopefully there will be a longer pause between them now. The last one was nearly a week ago. He was looking at his arms and was convinced they were bleeding. And as he bled out, he felt the life force that pumped through his weary heart to the body leaving him, and he felt weaker and weaker until finally he passed out. He woke up two days later in his bed, thirsty and very hungry. He's okay now. He hopes he will stay that way, for at least until they solve this case.

„Sleeping like an angel." – said Sam – „ Well, wake him up, I'm going get some food. I saw a supermarket 10 minutes away. You check us in."

„Dude, are you sure you can..."

„Dean, I'm fine. I've been fine for a week now. And I think I can survive grocery shopping. I'll go by foot, breathe in some fresh air and I'll be great."

„I know but maybe I should go and you should rest..."

„No, Dean, you take care of Rapunzel over here, I'm gone."

„Sam, wait, maybe you should take the car."

Sam waved his hand as he walked away from the Impala. Dean turned around and Cas didn't seem to flinch, nor register a single word said by the brothers.

„Dammit man, you're drooling on her! Cas, hey, man, Cas!"

„Huh what?" – Cas asked, eyes still half open. He hasn't slept peacefully in days, somehow he found his peace while riding in the Impala. Dean's voice was usually what lulled him to sleep. His singing, to be more precise.

Dean smiled, and got out of the car. He opened the back door and pulled Castiel out.

„Come on sleepy head, let's get you in to bed."