Author's Note: First fic of all time so don't hate me if it sucks and all that stuff but please review it so I can change the errors or whatever. Enjoy, cuties!

Dean sat at the buker's table with a glass, a bottle of whiskey and Sammy's laptop. He had tried to stop drinking, he really had but with all the shit that had gone down (no pun intended) lately, he couldn't help wanting to be wasted. It had been a week since the dicks with wings, make that dicks without wings-he wasn't completely clear on that matter-fell and there was still no sign of Cas. Of course, Sam was still recovering from those stupid trials. It was taking a while, he still couldn't catch a bottle of beer. Although, he knew the first time, with the whole, "This is why we can't have nice things," was partly his fault, he would never admit that to himself or otherwise. Unfortunately, after all that went down, it's been pretty boring. There aren't that many demons out anymore, other than rogues. Hell, he'll be lucky if he gets a freakin' Wendigo these days.

He's busy searching for demonic omens and, when he gets bored enough, browsing Busty Asian Beauties when Cas pops in on the table and then vanishes before Dean can blurt out so much as a, "Cas?"

"What the hell was that!? SAMMY, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"

Sam groggily jogs out of his room, "What the hell, Dean? I was trying to sleep."

"Dude, some freaky shit just happened."

Sam wakes up fully, ready to grab the nearest gun, if need be. "What happened, Dean," he asked with wide eyes.

"Cas just popped in on the freakin' table!"

"Did he look okay?"

"Yeah, I guess...he randomly pops in on the table and you're worried about how hot he looks!?"

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, slightly starting and saying, "Wait...I thought they had their powers taken when they fell?"

"Yeah, so did I. What the hell is going on?"

"Maybe we got it wrong," Sam said skeptically.

"Maybe...but I'm pretty sure if they had powers they would have flown down instead of falling."

Sam scoffed, "You ever think they could have gotten their powers back, Dean?"

"Let's look into it. I'll go get another glass-"

Dean was cut off when Cas popped back in, this time right behind Dean's chair.

"Dean," Sam said, with wide, worried eyes, to warn him but Dean already knew Cas was there. He could feel that small piece of himself acting up to Castiel's presence. He wondered why he hadn't heard the usual flutter of his wings but he stopped thinking that once he saw Cas' face. He was battered and bruised and he had a big gash on his neck that wasn't completely healed and looked like it could need stitches.

Like I said, REVIEW PLEASE! Love you guys. (*whispers* sorry it's so short, I'll try to upload the next chapter today)