When Dean got the call from Cass he was shocked. When he found out his friend was in Idaho he was confused. But now that he's standing here, watching as the former angel cleans the slushie machine he's downright baffled. How in the hell did 'an angel of the lord' end up working in this dump? Flipping his cell phone over and over in his hand he watched the man he once admired bustle around the empty gas station. It took some time for it all to make sense, even longer to accept it as reality.

After finally entering the minimart, and busting Cass's chops over the career change, the two friends talked things over. He had to hand it to Cass, even with his wings clipped the guy had an eye for hunting. It sounded like something he should look into. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed Cass with him on this one.

"Come on, man." Dean begged, handing Cass a stack of cups. "It's your case, you found it."

"No, it's a case for a hunter. I'm not a hunter. I'm Steve, associate at the 'Gas n Sip'."

"This ain't you."

"It is now." Cass stood up with a sigh. "Dean…I can't….." The look on his friend's face stopped his words. Puppy faces had that effect on him. "Fine. I get off in a half hour. I'll just go to the scene with you, but that is all."

It was a pretty normal case, as cases go. Dean got his man with some help from Cass, and Cass still had time to babysit for Nora. After everything was said and done the pair sat in the Impala arguing once again.

"I said no Dean. And that's final."

"Final my ass."

"I'm grateful for your help with Tanya. And for coming up here for Rit Zein. But this….."

"There is no way I'm letting you go back there. You're sleeping on the ground for God's sake."

"My sleeping bag is rather comfy."

"Oh, great. It's settled then." Dean wrinkled his nose the way he did when he was frustrated.

"Sarcasm. Your usual defense mechanism."

"Very perceptive, Cass."

"And there it is again." The former angel sighed. "If it will put your mind at ease, then I will relent."

"Don't do me any favors." Dean stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Cass was stubborn, almost as much as the hunter was. Yet it still surprised and frustrated him every time. Stupid Cass, giving the poor man ulcers no doubt. "Ya coming?" he called back to the car, making his way to the hotel room he just rented.

A moment later Cass followed, the few belongings he owned in his hand. "This is unnecessary." He mumbled looking around the room. "I can manage on my own."

"Just drop the macho 'I'm human so I make my own rules' crap. You're staying here, end of story." The hunter flopped on the bed, closing his eyes. "I'll sleep better knowing you at least have a roof over your head."

The sentiment made Cass smile. It was nice to know that even though he had messed up so badly he still had Dean. "I can't pay for this."

"Got it covered. Use the card on the table. The blue one is for food and stuff."

"Dean..I…" Cass stopped himself. "Thank you."