"Sammy! Wakey wakey princess." Sam was still asleep on the hotel bed, draped in an orange paisley comforter.

"Mmn...Dean...it's 5:30 in the damn morning. Exactly how long have YOU been sleeping?"

" 'Bout 4 hours."

Sam poked his head out of the ugly orange bed. He looked at Dean, his brow furrowed.

" C'mon...I'll buy you one of those low fat, girly salads you love so much on the way."

"Ughhh...fine. As long as you buy me a coffee too. Yes, Dean. A girly coffee with cream and everything." He smirked.

"Where is our next stop, anyway?" Sam began to crawl out from under the bed clothes, and pulled on a pair of jeans that was laying on the ground next to his bed.

"Nevada. Some people reported cold spots and noises at night. Also, some sort of noises in the walls."

"So a spirit or ghost." Sam said as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Yup." Dean nodded as he swung a duffel bag over his shoulder.

"Think we need Cas's help?" Dean stopped.

They had just met Cas a few weeks ago. His full name was Castiel, but they liked calling him Cas better. He was an angel of the lord. Which Dean thought was total bullshit. I mean, he believed in angels, but angels of the lord...that just sounded like something a nun would say.

"Nah, since it's just a spirit, we should be fine." He walked out to the car. But once he opened the door, and Cas was standing there.

"Hello, Dean."

"Jesus! Cas...we've covered this. Personal space. I need it. Otherwise, I'm gonna knee you in the balls, so you don't come this close ever again."

"What are balls?" Dean could hear Sam giggling behind him.

"Oh boy...this is going to be awkward. Um...Balls are your...sack."

"Sack? Sack of what?"

"You know, your pouch."

"Huh?"

"Your cherry tomatoes."

"What on god's green earth does that me-"

"Your testicles, Cas! Your testicles."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense." See, it wasn't explaining what balls were to Cas, it was how he was staring directly into Dean's eyes. His eyes were piercing and blue. They felt icy and kinda cold. Hollow, almost.

Suddenly, Cas squeezed his eyes shut and clutched his head.

"Cas? Cas, what's wrong?" Cas fell over.

"Cas!" Dean caught him and dragged him over to his made bed.

"God, Cas. Exactly how many hamburgers did you eat in heaven?"

Dean laid him on the bed and went into the kitchen.

"Sammy, is his forehead hot? What in the hell is wrong with him..." He grabbed a plastic sandwich bag and put a couple fist fulls of ice inside.

"Yeah, his heads on fire. Wonder what's wrong with him. Do you think he could get diseases that we have on Earth?"

"Sam, you're the nerd, not me. I should be asking YOU that!" He rushed back to the bed.

"Here, put this on his head." He gave him the plastic bag, and Sam placed the bag on Cas's flaming head.

"Mmmm..." Cas muttered.

"Cas. Cas?"

"Dean? What happened?"

"You passed out and your head is on fire. Can you recall what happened before you passed out?"

"Um, well, you were explaining to me what balls are-"

"Before the the testicle seminar Cas, before."

"Oh, um I kept having awful headaches and I could hear the angels talking."

"What did they say? Why was it so powerful?"

"It's not just the angels in heaven. Lucifer was talking too. About the both of you and he is not happy. He's what you call on Earth the 'big daddy' of hell."

"Wait, exactly WHY is he talking about us?!" Sam nearly screamed.

"Ah, Sam quiet down!" Cas held his head and squeezed his eyes shut again.

"Sorry. But Cas, why is a evil angel talking about us?"

"Well, you know in the bible how God also calls his angels his children as well as humans? Well, Lucifer also considered demons as his children. And you have killed so many of them. He's upset that you have killed his family."

"Well maybe we wouldn't have killed so many of them if they weren't such douche bags."

"Dean, insulting them won't take care of them. Is there any other reason, Cas?" Sam folded his arms and furrowed his brow once more.

"Not that I know of."

"Alright, well I guess we could wait to go to Nevada to check out that haunting."

"Yeah, Cas you shouldn't be flying around when you kept getting messages from the big bad of hell." Dean agreed.

"Do want anything to eat? Anything at all?" Dean asked.

"No. It's alright."

"Well, I'm gonna get some food. Yes, Dean I won't forget the pie and beer."

"Lemme guess; foofy, girly salad and coffee?"

"You bet your ass."

After Sam left on a snack run, Dean sat on Cas's bed and looked at him. He looked like he was about to collapse. He looked so tired.

"Hey Cas, you look tired as hell. Get some sleep, okay? We'll try not to wake you. Although, I may watch Busty Asian Beauties later, so I can't make any promises." Dean chuckled.

"What does busty mean?" Cas looked at him curiously.

"I'll explain later." This was gonna be a very interesting conversation.

"Okay Dean. Night." Cas gave Dean a little smile. He then closed his eyes, placed his head on his pillow and quickly fell asleep. Dean could feel his stomach flutter a little thinking of Cas smiling at him. And he was surprised that it wan't the worst feeling in the world.

"Quit starring, Dean." Cas smirked.

"I-I wasn't staring!"

"Riiiiiight..."