Title: Grant Them Rest

Author: CastielsBoy

Rating: NC-17 for later parts

Genre: Romance/Adventure

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Dean/Castiel

Warnings: Their will be guy on guy hot and heavy action in the second part of this. If your not into that turn away now.

Spoilers: Spoilers for season 8 especially episodes 8x07 and 8x08 then I go off into AU

Prompt: "So, what are you gonna do? Move to Vermont, open up a B&B" I'd like to read a ff where Cas moves to Vermont and has a BB and there one day arrives Dean with his little brother Sam,they book for a room because they are there for a case,but... From the wonderful SomeHuntersLoveAngels on tumblr.

Author Notes and Disclaimer: I don't own or profit off of Supernatural or any of the characters. I am having way to much fun with this story. This is the first half hopefully will have the second half posted in a couple days. Some angst but I promise it will get happy. The title is taken from a line in Pie Jesu. Also some of the idea in this part is inspired by a movie Misha Collins was in called Finding Home (which I also don't own or profit from) I highly recommend it and am pretty sure you can find the complete movie on youtube.

Castiel had only ever intended on staying a few days at the nursing home with Fred like he had told the Winchester brothers the last time he saw them. Instead he found himself lingering for what turned into months. Each night he wondered the nursing home watching over the residents giving them peace and comfort where he could and each night he would hear Deans prayers. These were much different than Purgatory the ones that had been as much a torment as a balm on his uneasy mind knowing Dean was searching him out, wanting to answer those demanding prayers, but staying away because of the danger if would place Dean in. These prayers came as quiet soothing whispers in his mind letting Cas know how the boys were and always ending with an invitation whenever he was ready to come back to the family. The night Fred passed from this plane to the next Castiel sat beside his bed listening once more to the music in Fred's though this time it was the bittersweet tune of Pie Jesu. Merciful Lord Jesus grant them rest, the line lingered in his mind as he appeared in the garden outside after Fred's last breath left his body. He stood there unsure of what to do next. Merciful rest that is all the angel wanted from the torment of what he had done he needed to go to Heaven. A sense of deja vu came over him with that thought.

"Hello Castiel" Naomi sat at her desk hands clasped on the table top. Castiel looked around a moment of shock at the sudden change from dark sky to brightly lit room. The memories rushed forward from where they were locked away in his mind and all the talks he had shared with this angel in the past few months returned. He regained his composure and sat in one of the too clean too white chairs in this strange sterile office. He pulled his coat a bit tighter around himself his armor against these strange meetings.

"Hello Naomi." His mistrust of her was evident though in the last few visits he had begun to speak more freely to her. "I..."

"The answer is still no Castiel." those words cut off the beginning of the same discussion that had each time she brought him here. He simply nodded not really having expected the answer to his request to to have changed. "What will you do now? Will you rejoin the Winchesters?"

Castiel rolled the questions around in his head trying to decipher something that would let him know what she wanted from him, what the angels were planning. His eyes dropped to his hands in his lap as he thought back to all of their conversations and found no more clues than he did in this one. No he decided he couldn't rejoin the Winchesters not until he knew what was happening here. So what would he do? A few moments later a thought struck him a memory of something Dean had said all those months ago. He looked up meeting her gaze a small smile playing at his lips.

"I'm going to go to Vermont and open a Bed and Breakfast." He expected her to demand he rejoin the Winchesters say something that would give him some hint of what was happening instead she only nodded and smiled.

"Very well Castiel until next time."

Cas stood once more in the garden a strange feeling he had missed something tugging at his mind, only to be pushed aside by the idea of taking what Dean had said to heart. He would go to Vermont and open a B & B. He didn't want anything to do with Heaven, and being with these people giving them comfort and peace had shown him he could continue to help people without having to be the eternal soldier. The Winchesters were doing well enough without him and if they truly came to need him he was only a prayer away. He shook his head with a grin and gave the nursing home one last glance before heading off on this new peaceful adventure.

Castiel appeared in the middle of a town called Essex he hadn't had a specific plan on where to go in Vermont or even how to go about getting a B & B but something had drawn him here. He began to walk following this instinct observing the town around him. It was not large and was surrounded by forest outside the heart of the city. He walked down a side street from the center of town soon coming upon a large two story home with a lawn and garden that was over run but still producing beautiful flowers. An elderly woman struggled along with a wheel-barrel out into the midst of the over grown foliage not seeing Castiel at first. When she tripped Castiel was at her side in a thought, an arm on her elbow to balance her. The woman turned startled to look up into the angel eyes wide by the sudden contact when she thought she had been alone.

"Oh my dear I didn't even see you nearby thank you I thought this tired body was about to have a very bad day. You're an angel son." She brushed white hair that had slipped the bandana she wore out of her green cataract-ed eyes with a gloved hand looking up at him. He removed his hand from her arm when he was sure she had her footing again looking at her his head tilted in his curious way how could this woman know he was an angel? Before he could ask though she carried on. " I haven't seen you around before did you just arrive in town? Whats your name son?"

"My name is... Cas and yes I have only just arrived."

"Business or pleasure?" he wasn't sure what to answer so he only looked at her. She took in his business suit which was a bit disheveled his tie backwards and the tired look about him. He looked like one who had seen far too much for his age There was something so sad in this young mans eyes that her heart reached out to him. "Or maybe your just looking for a place to rest. Are you any good with gardening?" Maybe it was that the boy reminded her of her own son she had lost years ago to an accident, but for whatever reason she felt the need to help him. He nodded remembering the time he had spend amongst the plants following the bees. "My name is Abigail and these old bones aren't what they used to be, I could use some help around here tending the property. If your not afraid of some hard work I have a room here in this old bed and breakfast that you can use. I had thought to bring it back to it's former glory but it isn't something I can do alone." This place had been her dream and when her husband had been alive a thriving business but since his loss and then the loss of her son she had let it go in her depression. A few months ago she had found out from the doctors that cancer had found it's way into her. With the threat of her end looming she had found in her a desire to once more see this old home alive again with the sound of people enjoying a break from busy life overwhelming. She saw hope and kindness in this poor stranger maybe they could help each other. Castiel saw all of these thoughts in her mind and heard the prayer she thought that this was the help she had been needing to see this last wish come true before the end found her.

"I would like that Abigail." he gave her a small grin and took up the wheel-barrel from where it had fallen to the side when she tripped.

Several more months passed Abigail had given him some money he needed to buy clothes more appropriate to his new life. It had been a strange change from the suit and over coat he had worn through so much but a necessary one. The suit was packed away but the over coat hung on the outside of his rooms closet door a reminder of who he had been. The evening he spent talking with Abigail slowly they opened up to each other. She spoke of her son and husband and he would tell her about Sam and Dean, especially Dean. Though he regretted having to keep much of his stories and the truth from her the talks were healing for them both. Castiel worked as a human learning the things he needed to know through books or from Abigail's patient instruction. She never seemed to be phased by his strangeness. Soon the B & B was back to what it had once been but Abigail's illness had grown worse. Cas stayed by her bedside caring for her and helping ease the pain. After a visit from a man one day Abigail called Cas to her room.

"Cas" Abigail's voice came from upstairs. Cas rushed up the stairs to her side. She patted the bed beside her and he sat picking up her hand and sending soothing energy into her. She motioned to some papers on the bedside table, he reached over to get them and hand them too her. "You know I don't have anyone left and you've become like a son to me." She smiled up at him and he returned it his chest growing tight at these words angels didn't have mothers he had not understood what they were missing before finding himself taken in by this woman. "I had an old friend of mine pull some strings and work up these papers for me along with an ID for you. Don't ask how we managed." she laughed weakly at his shocked face when she handed him the papers and he looked through them. In them he found an ID with his name along with her last name Barnes and a will that left all of this too him. "I know you haven't told me everything son but you've been the angel I prayed for since you showed up. Promise me you'll open this place back up for business when I'm gone. Please fill this place with warmth and laughter again." Cas' eyes burned a sensation he had felt a few times before and knew meant tears.

"Of course Abigail. I promise." He leaned down and gently hugged the fragile woman. Her green eyes bright with her own tears. He knew her time was coming but he also knew she was ready to be reunited with her husband and son. He did something he hadn't done in a very long time and sent his own silent prayer to Heaven that she would be with them once more.

"What will you call this place when you re-open in?" smiling she wiped away his tears and her own. He thought a few moments before smiling.

"Angels Nest." She laughed and nodded her approval. She was tired he could feel her weariness hugging her once more he gently touched his fingers to her forehead blocking out her pain and sending her into a peaceful sleep. Quietly he left the room and found his way to the workroom they had restored behind the house where he had been learning to craft wood. He sat at his work bench and began working on a sign for the soon to be re-opened business. The prayers from Dean came as they always did the hunt for the tablet carried on but they had a new lead. Things were well with the Winchesters and like always the open invitation was there for Cas to return when he was ready. Cas worked quietly liking the feel of using his hands instead of using his power to get what he needed or wanted.

"Hello Castiel."

"Hello Naomi" Cas took his usual seat before her desk. The disorientation was not as bad at it has once been after so many visits to this office. He still mistrusted this angel still didn't understand what this was about.

"So you are still set on following through with this rather than rejoining the Winchesters?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I do not trust your intentions and I will not be the tool you use against them." the words spilled out of his mouth unintentionally. He glared t her hating that she could force him to share the thoughts he did not wish too.

"I see. You wont be able to stay away from them forever Castiel. This is for the good everyone." She raised a hand smoothing back her dark hair where it slipped from its bun a sign of frustration he realized. "We are not trying to hurt them or you Castiel." She raised a hand before he could speak. "I don't expect you to believe me just remember I could force you to do whatever we wanted but I have let you find your own way." With that he found himself back sitting at his workbench a bit confused as too why he felt like he was forgetting something. He sighed and went back to his work.

Another week passed he had finished the sign and was hanging it out front. He turned to admire how far the house had come. It shown in the sun a fresh coat of white paint the trim in a dark red. The boards that had been rotting out replaced. The garden to the side of the house was thriving under his care cleaned of all the overgrowth and weeds. Some new swing chairs had been place out on the porch overlooking the lawn he had just mowed that morning. He was happy, although a bittersweet happiness he missed his friends and wished he could share this moment with them. He was pulled from that frame of thought by the feel of Heavens pull nearby. Not for him but for Abigail he knew. He flew to her side appearing seated at her bedside. She had been sleeping more often then not the last few days the only thing keeping her from terrible pain and a hospital was the angel at her side. He knew she wanted to remain in her home till the end and he had done all in his power to make that happen. She looked up at him her eyes clear, bright, and happy.

"It's time Abigail." She nodded looking at him with sudden awe as the veil between this plane and the next thinned.

"Cas you really are an angel." He nodded brushing back her hair from her face before leaning down in a very human gesture and kissing her forehead. "I knew you were special son."

"Rest now everything will be OK." She smiled as her eyes slipped close. Angels didn't mourn or so he told himself as tears slipped freely from his eyes for this kind woman who had taken in a lost angel and given him a home.

The re-opening of the B & B was more of a success than he thought it would be and he thought how happy Abigail would have been to hear the new guest marveling over what a pleasant place Angels Nest is. He'd had a steady stream of guest for the last two month each leaving with promises to return and to recommend the place to their friends and family. People especially in need of healing, comfort and rest were drawn here. Cas gave it where he could the company of the other guest the warmth of the home and the beauty of the land around them gave what he couldn't.

He was busy in the kitchen preparing the evening meal caught up in the memory of his first attempt at cooking and listening to the laughter of the people enjoying the company of each other in the den when an all too familiar presence coming from nearby pulled him from his thoughts. It couldn't be. He took a second to make sure nothing was going to burn of go to ruin before rushing to the front window. Pulling aside the curtain and looking out he could hardly believe what he saw. There out front of his new home was the Impala. He rushed out the door stopping at the top of the stairs as Dean and Sam pulled themselves out of the car stretching after what he could only guess was a long drive. Dean's gruff voice was easy to pick up with his hearing.

"Are you sure this is the only place to stay? Inst there some motel nearby?"

"Dean for the last time the nearest motel with a room is 20 miles out of our way this is the last place with any rooms according to the lady at the diner." Cas could practically hear Sam rolling his eyes at his brother. Dean turned to look at the place they'd be staying at for the next few days about to crack a joke about the name but his words failed him when he saw Castiel standing at the top of the porch steps.

"Cas?" his voice held disbelief it looked like Cas but the clothes were all wrong. The man standing before them was dressed in loose fitting jeans stained with grass at the knees. A t-shirt hung off his lean shoulders. The disheveled dark near black hair was a bit longer than he remembered it being last time they had seen the angel. "Cas is that really you?"

"Hello Dean." was all the reply needed for Dean to know he was definitely looking at his missing friend. Sam turned and a smile erupted from him.

"Cas man we were worried about you! What are you doing here?"

Cas shrugged a bit sheepishly and gestured at the building behind him slowly walking down the stairs. "This is my place." Sam took a double take at him and the B & B

"Seriously?" Cas just nodded. Sam looked at Dean who just shrugged and walked around the car to stand next to his giant of a brother. The angel had made his way to stand before them both. "Wow I didn't think you'd take Deans comment to heart." Cas was looking at Dean though their eyes locked in one of those long stares they tended to share. Suddenly Dean closed the space between them pulling Cas into a tight hug. After a moments hesitation Cas lifted his arms to return it. Sam smiled giving the two a moment before coughing politely to pull them back to reality. Dean had changed a lot since coming back from Purgatory at first Sam had thought it wasn't a good change but after getting over some the initial problems he had decided it was definitely great change for his brother. He was more patient more prone to be open about his feelings and hear out others.

"I'm just glad your OK man. It's been so long since we've seen you." Dean stepped back laughing "But seriously a B & B Cas?" Cas gave him a small smile.

"I was just preparing dinner for everyone come in." Cas motioned them to go ahead and followed them into the house knowing once all the other guest had gone to bed the three of them would have a long night of catching up. He knew they were still following a lead on the tablet from the prayers Dean sent him every night and it worried him it had brought them to this town he had grown to love. Cas introduced them to the guest in the den before disappearing back into the kitchen. For now he would enjoy that they were here and worry about what it meant later.

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