A/N
Hi guys, this is my short series on Cas, I only plan to keep it from 3-5 chapters long. Please tell me if you like it and I will continue it. I just wanted to write a story with some fluff, some smut, and maybe make people cry.

And I had a feeling that I belonged; And I had a feeling that I could be someone.

Trapped.

Castiel felt his mind blank as the impala barreled down the road. He couldn't even think how devastated he was; Once again, he was doing what he thought the right thing was and it backfired on him. How could he have been so foolish? All he wanted to do was make things right, he had good intentions.

But that's all they were; Good intentions.

It had taken some travel to find Sam and Dean once again. And Dean was still mad at him for not trusting him with the angel tablet in the first place. But Castiel was so broken, he just looked at Dean begging for some help. His stomach felt hollow and withered, and he had this odd discomfort in his abdomen and Dean sighed when Castiel tried to explain these sensations. "You're hungry and you need to take a piss."

And then there was the matter of all the angels being casted onto Earth. Dean wouldn't say it outright, but there was a target on Castiels' back. Dean had said, "Maybe you should lay low for a bit". As in, "Not hang around us for a bit".

Castiel glanced to Dean, whose eyes were on the road. His face was stone, and blank. He drove Castiel into a small town in the Midwest of the North American continent to hopefully secure Castiel with a job with a friend of Deans. Somewhere to 'lay low'.

Dean pulled into the town and parked on the street. "Here we are." he said, pulling up to what seemed to be a diner coffee shop. Castiel didn't respond, only shrugged. "Guess you can't be too picky, with all your nonexistent work experience."

"I was a warrior of God for centuries." Castiel said, confused. "We didn't have to have jobs."

Dean sighed. "Alright, we gotta' have a talk. No Angel talk, in fact talk as little as possible. Just be a sponge and soak up how to act normal. You can't talk to anyone about demons or angels or hunters. Capiche? Danni knows about the life, she just doesn't want to hear about it."

"If you say so." Castiel answered. Dean opened his door and followed suit, staying behind Dean as they walked in.

"Just let me do most of the talking." Dean instructed, leaning against the counter. A strange human girl was at the counter; her hair was mostly blond besides some rusted looking orange spots. It was short and straw like, Castiel was not drawn to it. She looked at Dean, interest in her brown eyes. "Hey there." Dean smiled. "Is the owner here?"

The blonde looked a little disappointed, why, Castiel wasn't sure. "Yeah, I'll grab her." She walked off and Castiel sat, looking around. "Dean, I don't feel good about this."

"You're just nervous." Dean said, his eye catching a pie on display. "Danni is a super nice chick, she will help you out. Just remember, she doesn't need, or want to know about you're angel business. Keep it to yourself." Before Castiel could respond, someone interrupted his thought.

"Hello Dean." Castiel looked across the counter and felt this weird tightening in his stomach as he took in the girl. She had an unbuttoned plaid shirt on over a tank top, paired with faded jeans. She had honey colored hair and round dark blue eyes. Her cheeks had a flush to her cheeks, and her lips were full and plump, the top lip betting more rounded than most other humans. Her blonde hair was a more appealing tone, unlike the other female. Her eyes moved thoughtfully as she looked Castiel up and down. "What are you doing here?" her voice was polite, and light like air, but she sounded worried.

Dean gave her his charmed smiled. "Hey Danni. I need a favor."

"What kind?" she asked, eye flickering to Dean.

"Well, my friend here is in need of a little bit of charity. A job, somewhere to sleep…"

She bit her plump lip thoughtfully. "I don't want trouble coming in here." Castiel could hardly pay attention to what was being said, for unknown reasons her big blue eyes framed with thick, long lashes were more interesting than the words being said.

"He's not." Dean was assuring. "Just a friend of mine that needs help."

She scoffed a playful smile on her lips. "You don't have friends. What kind of friend is he?"

"The human kind." Dean grinned. All of the sudden her eyes were back on Castiel, and he wanted to talk but couldn't at the same time he couldn't. He was also suddenly extremely self-aware and wanted to hide away from her gaze. Without breaking eye contact, she reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle filled with water. She took his hand, which was soft, and opened the cap, dripping the contents onto his hand. "Human." Dean repeated. She looked suspicious. "I hate to bring it up, but you said you would repay me."

The woman rolled her eyes. "This will cover my debt then?" Dean flashed her a large smile. She leaned across the counter and looked at Castiel. "What's your name?" his mouth went dry, eyes wide, and he tried to open his mouth to talk but his throat was swelling up. He was hot, and felt a thin layer of perspiration on his forehead. He floundered, just staring at her. He felt Dean elbow his roughly.

"Castiel." It was almost a shout, how loudly he had said it.

"Like the angel?" Castiel felt his eyes go wide, and Dean tense next to him. "You know, Kabbalah?"

"Yup!" Dean said loudly and suddenly. "His parents were very into Kabbalah." Dean gave a strained laugh while Castiel tilted his head.

"I don't have par-" he felt another nudge and closed his mouth. Dean should know better than anyone that he didn't have parents, he was a celestial being created from God.

"They're dead." Dean threw in, giving Castiel a strange look. Then Castiel understood, it must have been a ruse.

"I'm so sorry to hear that." She said to Castiel. Dean waved it off. "Well I'm Danielle. And you can work here, stay here at the dinner, I do have a little studio set up upstairs."

"I appreciate it so much." Dean said. "Cas, say thank you."

"Thank you." Castiel all but choked out. She turned her back to them, cutting two slices of pie and putting them on plates in front of the two boys.

"I'll go make sure it's still in living order. You two just wait." She threw a smile at them and disappeared up some stairs.

Castiel quickly turned to Dean. "Something is wrong." Dean gave him an alarmed look. "I have these weird pains in this body, perhaps there is a hex bag somewhere in here."

Dean began to look around frantically. "When did you start feeling this?"

"When your female friend Danielle came over." Castiel answered quickly. Suddenly Dean seemed to calm.

"Do you still feel like that?"

"No, it has subsided."

Dean let out a loud laugh. "Oh, Cas. You just got the hots from looking at a pretty girl."

Castiel narrowed his eyes, Dean probably did not understand what Castiel was explaining. "While she is exceedingly esthetically appealing, I don't think that is what is causing my body to react in this way."

Dean took a large bite of pie. Castiel ignored his place, his body was overworked at the idea of distress. "Yeah, that happens. Light headed, sweaty palms, butterflies in the stomach?"

Dean absolutely no Idea what he was talking about. "Dean, I do not have butterflies in my stomach. I don't think that is even possible."

Dean shook his head. "No, it's just a saying." What a silly, dumb saying. "Trust me on this, its normal."

"How do I make it stop?" Castiel asked, urgent.

"Get to know her, be comfortable around her. You are gonna' be around her for a while. She's pretty hot, you are just going through late puberty with hormones."

Castiel tried to remember what puberty was before Danielle appeared. "It's good to go." She said. "When you guys finish up just come grab me, I'll show you."

"I gotta' say, thanks again Danni." Dean said as Castiel surveyed the room.

"I guess I'm feeling charitable today." She shrugged. "As long as he isn't a creature, and he doesn't cause trouble, we will work out just fine." Castiel examined all of the drawing on the walls; spells and traps to keep demons out.

"You alright Cas?" Castiel looked at his friend, frowning. "I have to head out. I will call in tomorrow."

"Alright." Castiel said quietly. He watched Dean leave and turned back to the walls. "How do you know Dean?" he asked.

"He worked with my dad and brother." She said quietly. "He and Sam came because we had a vampire problem. There was a den nearby."

"You're a hunter?" Castiel didn't remember ever meeting a female hunter ever.

She shook her head. "No, no that life wasn't for me. I got out of there the day I turned 18. I kind of wished I didn't know about the monsters that crept in the dark."

"Some of them come out during the day." Castiel explained to her; if she thought vampires and the like only came out at night, he needed to correct her for her own safety. She gave him a strange look, and then grinned.

"It's an expression."

Oh. "My apologies, I'm very bad with those." Danielle tilted her head, grinning a little. "So your father and brother hunt then."

Suddenly her smile fell a little, but she seemed to be trying her best to keep it on. "They passed away a few years ago. Hazards of the job."

Castiel stared at her. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's fine." He registered the fake smile on her face. "Just don't worry about it. You ready to start training?"

"Training?"

"For the job. I was just going to have you follow Kelsey around for a couple of days." She explained.

"Oh, yes. I am ready." He followed behind her and she called over the blonde from early.

"This is Cas. He starts work today." The girl gaped at Danielle. "Mind if he follows you around?"

"What do you mean he starts work today? I didn't even know you were hiring!" Castiel found strange emotions in the girls face, she looked annoyed, and upset. "Danni, what the hell?"

"It is what it is." Danielle said softly. "Deal with it, please show him around." Danielle rested a hand on Castiel, throwing a smile at him before walking off. He stared after her, sighing.

"Yeah, yeah. Danni is hot, get over it because it won't happen. Let's get going."

It had been a week since Dean dropped Castiel. The former had only called in once. Castiel felt abandoned and alone.

Danielle didn't say a whole lot to him, but the waitress, Kelsey, became very chatty after being weary of him for a few days. She taught the strange ways of waiting on people and busing tables. She was also very crude and liked to talk about sexual interactions she had with her boyfriend. She would always tell Castiel he was hilarious, but he never meant for the things he would say as a joke.

There was also a male called James that worked there who was young, and was pretty serious and had a stand off demeanor to him. But he worked mornings, and Castiel usually would work in the evening with Kelsey. He was glad he didn't have to spend extended periods with James.

"Hey Cas." Kelsey called one night. "Would you help me with garbage? I want to smoke but I don't want to be alone."

Castiel turned to look at Danielle, who was counting money. "Is that alight Danielle?"

"Yes Castiel, you're off the clock you don't have to ask me to go outside." Castiel frowned, because he found out soon he had to ask permission a lot from Danielle, but apparently only when he was working. He didn't understand the dynamic quiet yet. He grabbed a garbage bag and followed Kelsey out into the alley. She heaved the bags over then pulled out her cigarettes, sticking one between her lips .

"Those are very bad for you." Castiel informed her. She rolled her eyes.

"I know Cas. You tell me every time I go out for a smoke."

Castiel furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm just concerned about your health, I don't want you to forget."

She chuckled. "Trust me, I think I'll remember that bit of the information." She took a drag. "I can't wait to get home and get laid."

"I think the proper vocabulary is lay down." Castiel offered.

She rolled her eyes once more. "Expression, Cas. Forget fucked." He winced slightly at the vulgarity and looked down at his shoes. "Seems like you need to get laid. I mean, have sex." She added for his sake.

"Oh no, I've never had intercourse." He said. The young girls jaw dropped as she stared at him. Castiel tilted his head, confused at her reactions. "What?"

"You're like thirty, and you've never been laid?" He was older than life on Earth, but decided against telling her that. "Why?"

Castiel shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable. "I just haven't." Castiel had been very busy for the past couple dozen centuries.

"You need to get laid, stat. Maybe Danielle will sleep with you." She laughed.

"No, she sleeps at her house." He explained. Kelsey sighed but didn't respond. "She is extremely appealing though." His voice got quieter. "I like to look at her."

"Yeah, Danni is beautiful." Castiel tried that word out in his head and decided he liked it. That was a great word for Danielle; He resolved to inform her this later. "Don't get your hopes up. I've known her for years, she's never talked about dating or ever dating in her life. I use to think she was into chicks…. Girls." She threw in at Castiels confused glance.

"She is very beautiful." Castiel smiled at his use of his new word.

Kelsey looked at him sympathetically. "I like you Cas, I think you're a pretty decent guy. Just don't get too hopeful okay? She never gives any guy the time of day."

Then Castiel was confused at the implications. He had nothing to get hopeful at, because Danielle was beautiful and he liked to look at her. Was that too much?

Kelsey snuffed her cigarette and they went back in. Kelsey said her goodbyes. Castiel stood uncomfortably in the middle of the diner while Danielle placed the cash into the register. She glanced at Castiel. "Want a drink?"

He gulped. "Yeah." He sat down at the counter and she pulled a bottle from under. She poured two glasses, pushing one toward him. It suddenly dawned on him. "Oh, you meant liquor."

Danielle smirked a little. "Yeah Castiel, I meant alcohol." She threw back her drink, then refilled her glass, Castiel followed suit and went into a fit of coughs. Danielle placed a hand on his back, laughing. "I will grab some water."

When she returned, he took the water gratefully. "Thank you." She filled his cup back up, and he sipped on it. It had been a long time since he had drank liquor, and he liked the carefree, warm feeling he got from it.

He sighed as the familiar feeling of tired washed over him. He looked at Danielle. "You must be very tired." He said. "I'm feeling tired, and I was only working half as long as you."

She waved it off. "You get used to it."

Castiel looked at some of the framed photos on the wall while Danielle threw another drink down. "Is that your family?" he asked, pointing out the pictures.

"Yeah, my dad and my brother." She smiled, but it looked sad. "David and Damien."

Castiel smiled at her. "When did they pass?" a looked crossed her face and he bowed his head. "I apologize, that was inappropriate."

"No, you're fine Castiel. My father died on a case in California, and my brother died two years after that up in Alaska. I don't know how, I was never told about the case they were working on. Dean called me when Damien died, I guess they had been working together. And my mother died when I was very young."

"You have no family?" Castiel asked.

She glanced to her hands. "No, I have nobody. I miss them so much you know? It's so lonely without them, but I guess I was lonely when they were alive. I grew up traveling with them, learned the ways of the hunter then left right away. I wasn't stupid, I knew what the hunter life was, and I couldn't stand by them and watch them die." She paused for a long moment. "But in hindsight, maybe if I had stayed I could have protected them. Things would have turned out differently."

Castiel shook his head. "You said so yourself you know the hunter life. One way or another, it would not have been a happy ending. Your life could have just as well ended up tragic."

"And this is better?" she asked quietly, looking back and forth between his eyes. "Alone, my family murdered? It's a heavy weight to burden." Castiel frowned, remembering how the most prominent feeling he had ever felt was loneliness century after century.

"They look identical to you." He said suddenly. She gave him a confused look. "Your father and your brother."

She blinked. "I was so selfish."

"I firmly believe human kind is entitled to be selfish when it comes to life direction." Danielle stared at him for a long time, and shook her head.

"I'm gonna' close up." She said, walking around the counter. She placed a hand on Castiel. "Get some rest, alright? I need you up early tomorrow. And thank you." She leaned over and her lips touched to his temple. He froze completely, staring at her wide eyed. She threw him a smile, rubbing his shoulder, and walking off.

"Hello?" Danielle greeted, answering her phone.

"Hey there, Danielle."

"Dean."

"How is Cas doing?"

"He's… good, adjusting. He is really strange Dean."

"Yeah, he's foreign. Really foreign."

"I think he has a caffeine issue. I gave him coffee one day and he was bouncing off the walls and talking real fast. Now he has a couple of cups a day, I need to have an intervention. Strange Dean. He's like a child learning every day."

"He's slow is all."

"It's not even that. Its more- You know what? Forget. I don't want to know."

"That's my girl. Don't ask, don't tell."

"He's very sweet though."

"Yeah, go easy on him, he's got a bit of a crush on you. He doesn't know about you being the ice queen."

"Shut up, you can't call every girl who won't sleep with you the ice queen."

"Oh trust me doll, you're the first one to turn this down."

"I doubt that… You should call in more to check on him, to talk to him. He sometimes stares at the phone like a child waiting for a call. I thought it was funny at first, but now I just feel bad."

"I've been pretty busy…"

"Right, just call him soon okay? He has these sad eyes that get me every time."

"He's fine. I got to go, I'll call back this week."

"Goodbye Dean."

"Danielle!" Castiel stared at the ground, ashamed and embarrassed. He watched the blonde run in from the kitchen. Her eyes flickered from James, then to Castiel, then to the mess on the floor. "He doesn't even know how to make a pot of coffee!" James nearly shouted, glaring as Castiel. Castiel narrowed his eyes at the boy; While he was under Danielle's watch, he did not have to take anything from the boy.

Danielle rolled her eyes. "Then teach him. My God, I'm going to lose my mind if you have to call me for every little hiccup. When you are working with him, you teach him. You take care of him. Now clean this up and stop being a tattle tale."

"Danni, he is so useless-"

"Excuse me?" Castiel glared, getting very close to James' face. "I have been to hell and back, I have done more for this planet then you could even fathom in your simple mind. You want to call me useless when all you are is a sack of blood and organs-"

"Enough!" Danielle snapped. "James go take a walk and calm down. I'll clean this up. Go!" James glared at Castiel before walking off. A vulgarity slipped between Danielle's lips as she grabbed the mop.

"I am so sorry." Castiel apologized. "I didn't mean to make this mess."

"It's not a big deal Castiel." She said, stress tightening her facial features.

"Why does James have such distaste for me?" she gave him an odd look, but shook it from her head.

"I honestly don't know. He is just some pissy college kid." She looked him up and down. "Do you just have two outfits?"

He looked down at himself. "One is Deans."

"I'll take you out to get some clothes after your shift, alright?"

"That would be very kind of you."

"And you need to send those clothes to the Laundromat."

"The what?"

Danielle laughed. "It's where you wash clothes."

Danielle had given him very clear instructions to wait outside while she walked into the bank. But he saw a building nearby with a large Laundromat sign and he knew she would be very pleased to find out he located to find the establishment and wash his clothes by himself. He walked in and it was very empty, he looked at the machines and stared at the directions, which were little pictures. He assumed he would use the dryer after the washer. Castiel kicked his shoes off and dropped his pants. He threw them into the device, then slipped off his shirt. He stood in boxers as he sealed the items in, clicking the start button. He was confused when nothing happened. He stared for a few moments, then realized the machine traded coins for a wash.

"Oh." He said to himself, reaching back in to pull the few silver coins he had in his pockets. He fit them in, pushing the lever. He was pleased when the start button lit up.

The device made strange swishing noises and rocked slightly. "Castiel what the hell are you doing?"

He turned to see Danielle. He smiled brightly. "Look, I'm using the wash. Like you said." He said, proud.

"Oh, Cas. You don't even have detergent in there." She commented as she opened the machine, looking inside. "And you are in your boxers." She added, looking him up and down.

"Did I not do this right?" he asked, frowning. He was shamed.

Her eyes went soft and she smiled. "No, you're just… You are supposed to wear clothes in public. And I forgot to tell you about detergent. I'm sorry. Cas, you just sit, and wait, and I will run across the street to grab you shirts and pants."

Castiel sat and waited patiently for her to return. She handed him khakis and a cool red pullover. "You look very handsome." She smiled.

Castiel felt a surge of blood rushing to his cheeks. "You are very kind Danielle."

"Don't worry about it. Why don't you go back to the diner, I will go get you some more things and finish your laundry, all right?"

"Alright." He said, disappointed. He liked being out in town with her. But he walked the block home and went into the diner. It was slow and Kelsey was there.

"Hey Forrest." She greeted.

He tilted his head. "Kelsey, you know that's not my name. Why do you keep calling me that?"

She waved her hand. "You want to come outside with me? You know I hate going alone." Castiel agreed and followed her out. "Look at this weather Cas! Don't you love fall? It's going to be Halloween before we know it."

"Ah yes, the festival of the dead. In case you were wondering, it is originated as a Pagan holiday. The festival of Samhain and such. The spirits were invited to feast with the people one night a year, but when the evil started to cause some distress, the people revolted against them; using clever little tricks like dressing up to fool them. It was a much simpler time."

Kelsey looked unamused. "It's just a holiday, Cas." He looked to his feet, crestfallen. She pulled out a glass pipe, with swirls of sparkling pink and gold, twisting about. She put it to her lips, holding her lighter to it.

"Kelsey, what is that? What are you doing?" he asked curiously. Perhaps it was some sort of spell?

"It's pot and I'm smoking it." He only stared at her. "What, are you not cool with pot?"

"What's pot?"

She gaped at him. "What's pot?" he nodded. "It's only Gods gift to Earth for all the shit we have to put up with." He snorted; God gave life and Jesus as a gift, pot was not on that list. "It's… It's like alcohol! But better, because you don't feel so shitty after and you just feel happy."

"I like how alcohol makes me feel." He informed her.

"Then you'll love this." She said eagerly. "Here, try." She put the glass to his lips. "I'll light it, all you have to do is inhale, okay? Keep inhaling after I stop lighting." She put her pocket flame to the pipe and lit the scented, earthy looking substance that sat in a hollowed area in the pipe. Castiel did as instructed after she stopped, but soon after he pulled away, his eyes watering and his throat burning. He went into a fit of coughs, unable to say anything.

Kelsey was laughing. "You can't get off until you cough!"

"What?" he choked out.

"It's an expression." She smiled. She patted him on the back, his coughing fit lasted two full Earth minutes. "Alright, let's get you some water."

Suddenly, he was inside with no recollection of walking in. Suddenly he glanced around, a glass of water in his hand. "Oh shit, be cool. Danielle is coming in." Castiels eyes widened, he was so confused. Danielle walked in, lugging some bags in.

"He Cas. I'll go back for your laundry, but I wanted to drop off some of the pants and shirts I got you. Mostly warm things, with… Fall… coming… Are you alight Cas?" she stared at him expectantly, but he felt like two hours had passed since she walked in.

"Yes." He said loudly, a few people looking at him. He swallowed thickly, staring at Danielle.

And Danielle looked mad, she grabbed Castiel by his sweater and pulled him close, inhaling. She pushed him back. "Are you high?" she yelled in a whisper. "Did you smoke weed?"

"No-" Kelsey started.

"No, it was pot. What's weed?" he heard himself ask.

Danielle's terrifying gaze was on Castiel. "You got him high? Are you serious?"

"She said it was like alcohol but this isn't the same at all."

"Shut up Cas!" Kelsey chided.

"Don't tell him to shut up. Damn it, get back to work Kelsey. Castiel, I'm taking you upstairs." The walk seemed to take forever. She threw the bags onto the floor and looked at him. He could only stare, for what felt like an eternity.

He frowned. "Danielle I don't like this." Her eyes softened and she grabbed his hand, leading him to the bed. She sat up and ushered him to lay down, his head in her lap. He knew he should have been embarrassed, but he enjoyed the contact. He liked it, very much. "Danielle, I am so fond of you."

She stroked his hair, sighing. "I'm fond of you Castiel."

He swallowed, panic setting in. If something were to happen, like an attack, he would be unable to protect himself. And there was a twitching and tingling he couldn't get out of his hands. His thoughts deviated away from Danielle and he went into thoughts that he had forgotten about, replaying moments of his life. He suddenly smirked, coming back to Earth. "Uriel was the funniest of all of us."

"What?"

"It did hurt my feelings… When Dean said he had a better sense of humor. But it was true; Ask anybody. It's a shame… A shame what happened."

"Try to sleep Castiel. Aren't you sleepy?"

He looked up at her. "Isn't life just one terrible moment after another? But then I look at you and remember that there are many things created to look so appealing. And I'm glad for that. I'm very pleased to see it."

And Danielle frowned which he couldn't understand because the things he was saying were meant to be very nice. "Please, just close your eyes."

He did as she asked.

"Why do we decorate for Halloween?" Castiel asked. He was on top of a latter, hanging some ghoul ornaments outside.

"It's fun." Danielle shrugged. "I love fall, and Halloween."

"I find that strange seeing as you detest the hunter life." Castiel said under his breath, but she heard it.

"I know, strange right?" she plucked some candy corn in her mouth. He climbed down the latter and she held her hand out, he followed suit and she dropped some of the candy into his hand. He didn't like the sweets as much as she did, but took them nonetheless.

"Danielle, can I have some coffee?" he asked.

"No, we talked about this; one cup a day. You get weird when you go past that."

"I'm tired, I require the caffeine to keep me motivated." He nearly pleaded.

"No. Try sleeping more." Castiel sighed, taking defeat while he popped more candy into his mouth. He liked to chew on the waxy texture more than to taste it. "Oh, how sweet do you look." He turned to see a mother and her little girl, dressed in a pointy hat and a black tutu, sporting a broom.

"I'm a Witch!" the small girl grinned.

Castiel gave her a look. "I seriously doubt that."

Her eyes narrowed. "I am."

"No you're not."

"Yeah I am. See my broom?"

Castiel shook his head. "What does the broom have to do anything?"

"Witch's fly on brooms." The little girl argued, seemingly getting impatient.

Castiel scoffed. "Please. One Witch using a broom as transportation and suddenly they have that stigma. As well as the hat. Witch's look more like regular people than anything else."

"Nuh uh."

Castiel was taken aback; how could she doubt something that was a clear fact? Before he could inform the little girl she was being stubborn, Danielle spoke up. "He's new to Halloween." She laughed. The small child's mother gave Castiel an odd look before leading her girl off. Castiel watched after them.

"What a stubborn child."

"Castiel." Danielle said seriously. "You are going to see many people dressed like that. Please don't argue with them."

"But Witch's don't look like that. And today is not even Halloween. Why is she dressed up?"

She put her hand to his back. "Come on Cas."

AN: thanks for reading. Thoughts? If you guys like it, and review some I'll continue and the next chapter will take place mostly during Halloween.