It was a hunt that went nasty in an instant. A simple vampire's nest, only about seven or eight of them. Dean wasn't completely sure why it went so sour, but in a matter of moments, he, Sam, and Cas were neck and neck with five of the remaining vamps, Sam trying to pry one away from his body while Cas was down, attempting to break free of a hold.

With a powerful swing Dean slashed his weapon from Purgatory into the monster's neck, watching with satisfaction as the body withered at his feet.

"Sammy?" he called out, watching his brother shove a shot gun its mouth, blowing apart it's head.

"Help Cas!" Sam yelled, twisting back up on his feet and charging at another vamp. Castiel was still down, misjudging the vampires strength and fighting against strong, bared teeth.

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean hissed as another vamp charged him, nails clawing his arm as he struggled to get his weapon up.

The sound of cracking bones and a hiss from Castiel was enough to get Dean's adrenaline going, and with a powerful swing he decapitated the vampire and watched as Sam took care of the vampire pinning down Castiel.

"Angel of the Lord my ass," Dean muttered, offering a hand to Castiel, his face changing from worried to confused when he rejected it. "What the hell happened?"

"I…may have attempted to smite him."

"Seriously?"

"It's a nasty habit."

"Dean," Sam looked up at his brother. "His leg's broken."

Castiel let out a grunt and Dean rolled his eyes. "Fantastic."

"We need to get him back."

"Can you stand?"

"Of course I can I'm not a child!" Castiel muttered, trying to shove both Sam and Dean out of way but instead leaning on them for support.

"You need a cane there House?"

"Dean…"

The ride back to Kansas was obnoxiously long. Castiel's leg bothered him more than expected and the entire ride was more or less the brothers arguing over taking Cas to the bunker or a hospital.

it was times like this he ignored them and would decided on catching sleep, which turned out to become his favorite aspect of humanity. Dreams were complicated and since he started having dreams of his own, he started to have a bigger appreciation for dreams and their meaning.

He was dreaming of home when they arrived, Dean hustling over to help Sam with Cas.

"She better be inside."

"Please don't tell me you left your keys inside again?"

Dean shrugged. "I'm still not uh, used to having keys that aren't shaped like credit cards."

It took a few moments before the doors opened to revile Meg peering on the other side. "You're back early."

"Your boyfriend snapped his stick," Dean muttered, helping Sam drag Castiel over to the couch.

"I'm not her boyfriend."

Sam sighed. "I'll get the first aid kit."

She waited until Dean stormed off before she moved towards Cas, gently touching his leg.

"Meg-"

"Shh. I learned a thing or two," she muttered, feeling over the break. "They should have taken you to the hospital."

"They didn't want to risk anything. Besides, the …'infermory' here has cast molds."

"Still."

He watched her look him over, feeling her gently touch him over. Surprisingly Sam had made the same touches, but her's were strangely softer and he could feel her dark power flutter over the break.

"How did you do this?"

"A vampire grabbed me. Twisted the leg."

"You ever broken anything before?"

"No. Well, Uriel broke my vessel's nose but It healed."

He loved how comfortable he felt under her touch, the odd sort of drugging feeling she gave him when her darkness touched his humanity. Meg let out a sigh, carefully lifting his leg on the table. "It needs elevation."

"You know a lot about injuries."

"For demons, we heal faster. But we still have to deal with our meatsuits. Once Sam and Dean pushed me out of a building and I felt that for about a month."

"How long until this heals?"

Meg shrugged. "Depends. You're gonna be stuck in this hell hole with me for the next few days."

Castiel blinked. "Is that a bad thing?"

"maybe not," Meg purred, pulling his face to look at her. "We haven't moved this couch around yet."