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a/n: a big thanks to my awesome beta reader MissMe113 for her patience and her kindness! I still can't believe she's my beta reader *_*

Jimmy is gone

Dean and Sam couldn't believe their own eyes. Castiel was on the ground, lying on his side. They rushed beside him and started to call him."Cas! Cas, you okay? Hey, wake up!" Dean shook him by the arm, but Castiel didn't wake up.

"I don't think he is asleep. You know, angels don't sleep," Sam said, worried.

"Do you think they have sent him back somewhere and this is just Jimmy?"

Sam shook his head. "If so, he would already be dead. Jimmy wasn't okay last time..."

Suddenly, the angel jumped up. "No!" he cried, frightened.

The two brothers took him by the arms, preventing him from falling back. They noticed that he had a head wound.

"Cas, you're hurt. What happened?" asked Sam. Castiel looked at him, puzzled, but didn't respond.

"Have you been drinking? It may be the effect of alcohol on someone who is not used to drinking..." Dean said with a smirk.

Sam looked at his brother with disapproval.

"I'm not drunk, Dean. I have not yet reached this point," Castiel replied without looking at him.

"Yeah, we know you're a good boy. So what happened to you? You seem like you have been run over by a train."

Castiel breathed quickly and then looked around, bewildered. He opened and closed his fist, looking at his palms as he did.

"Dean ... I think that Castiel isn't well. I mean, I think Jimmy's body has some problems..." Sam said.

"Are you kidding? Castiel has rented this dress of flesh; if there is some problem, he fixes it in a blink of his wings," Dean claimed, convinced.

"I don't know what the hell is happening to our friend, but there is something wrong with him," Dean said, looking at the angel who, uninterested to their conversation, seemed like he was trying to hear something.

"Let me I remind you that Cas rebelled to Heaven...he could have lost his powers...he seems confused."

Dean grinned. "Cas is always confused..." he said, trying to provoke a reaction from Castiel, but he did not even seem hear him.

"Come on, Cas! Enough listening the voices and talk to us. Have there been other angels here? Demons? The tooth fairy? The Hulk? What the fuck, man! You need a doctor? When he acts like that... I hate him!" Dean blurted, almost angry.

Castiel looked at him. "I'm fine, Dean. There was nobody here except me," he assured him trying to get up.

The two brothers helped him to his feet; Castiel seemed confused, staggered a moment and closed his eyes.

"What is it, Cas? It seems like you're listening to something," Sam pointed out. Castiel nodded.

"I can't hear him."

"Who?" the Winchesters asked.

"Jimmy. He's gone."

"What do you mean he's gone?" Dean asked, puzzled.

"What I said, Dean. Jimmy is gone."

Dean and Sam looked at each other, unable to understand what he meant.

"I don't have to rent this body anymore. Now it's mine." Castiel said to them, almost dismayed.

"But...are you sure? I mean …how is it possible? Jimmy is dead?" Sam asked, looking at him.

Castiel slowly shook his head, still shocked by what happened.

I don't... I don't know. This should not happen but his soul is....gone. His conscience is no longer here with me. Now there's just me. My God ..." he explained anxious. If it were possible, Dean would have said that Cas was terrified.

"Is that why you were on the ground? Did you fall when Jimmy left?" asked Dean.

"No. I don't remember exactly what happened, just that ...suddenly I heard Jimmy calling me and then I think I fainted. I don't know."

"Have you... talked?" Sam demanded. Castiel looked into his eyes. Sam saw that something had changed in his eyes.

"Yes... I think. I remember something. Jimmy left me his body in inheritance, saying he was going to see …what is happening up there. It's absurd," Castiel said more to himself than to them, who, shocked and perplexed, stared at him, trying to understand.

"Don't you look at me like that, guys. I'm still Castiel. Just...I'm no longer a tenant, I'm the owner."

Dean frowned. "Cas ...are you getting funny, by chance?"

"I have no idea. If so, I'm not doing it on purpose," the angel said seriously, but both brothers saw a strange twinkle in his eyes.

"And your powers? How are they?" Dean demanded.

In response Castiel disappeared before their eyes, then he reappeared ten seconds later in their midst.

"Yes, there they are. So...it's just Jimmy that decamped, giving his ass to you," Dean said with a smile.

Castiel tried to suppress a smile.

"It's not funny, Dean. Anyway, it seems that Jimmy was tired of me and ...left."

"So... this little body is all yours, huh Cas?" Dean said, giving him a pat on the back.

"I repeat that it's not funny, Dean. It's as if Jimmy is dead and it was me who killed him."

"Oh come on, Cas...he chose to let you come in, remember? It's the rule," Dean said.

"Dean is right. Don't feel guilty ...do you know what he told us when the angels sent you at home? He felt like chained to a comet. I don't think Jimmy could bear it anymore," Sam assured him, trying to comfort Castiel.

"Maybe you're right, but I can't stop feeling guilty."

Dean looked at him, surprised. "Wow, an angel without emotions that feels guilty!"

Castiel stared at him; a flash of anger crossed his eyes.

"There are many things that you don't know about me, Dean," Cas warned him. Dean looked away.

"By now Jimmy is gone; I can not do anything," Castiel said, resigned.

"Are you okay, anyway?" Dean demanded, seriously this time.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just confused. I need to be alone," he responded, and without giving time to them to reply, he disappeared in a puff of wind.

The two brothers found themselves alone.

"See? Even when he does that... I hate him!" Dean snapped, pointing to the void previously occupied by Castiel.

"I don't think it's easy for him ... I suspect that Cas and Jimmy have had long talks. Now Jimmy is gone and Cas feels guilty. They were like twins, in a sense."

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Dean admitted.

"You know, Sammy...I think that Cas will become the drug addicted Casanova that I met in the future ..." Dean said smiling, then reminded something else and stopped to smile.

Instead, Sam paled. "I hope not. It would mean that I will become ...." he could not finish the sentence.

The two brothers looked at each other in silence. Maybe what had happened was not a good sign.