Neither could speak, only stare straight ahead with unmoving eyes, through the windshield of the Impala at the Mark Twain National Forest in Missouri. Castiel tried to move for the thousandth time, but the… thing that took Dean had him and Sam locked in place. He sighed inwardly. If not even an angel could beat this thing, what could?

This thoughts shifted to Dean. Where was he? It's been hours. What was the thing going to do to him? What had it done to him? Was Dean already dead?

To his surprise, he involuntarily grunted. He found he could also move his eyes. Was the thing letting go of him? Was it just a trick? Was it playing with them like cats do with mice?

He didn't have time to think anything else, because the passenger door opened, revealing a perfectly healthy Dean Winchester, looking like he saw something worse than a ghost, which he probably had.

"Cas! Sam! I killed it! We're sa—" He was cut off as a knife went into his neck from behind. After a few seconds, he disappeared in a black cloud.

Castiel and Sam were immediately released from their bind. The thing that stabbed "Dean" was, in fact, the real Dean, with a triumphant smirk on his face as he dropped the clean knife.

Castiel stepped out of the car, finding that his legs were too weak to hold him after hours of sitting in the same position. He tried to grab onto the car as he fell, but that didn't work out. He collapsed in front of Dean's feet.

Dean chuckled. "I know that I saved your ass, but you don't have to worship me. You can if you want to, though." He crouched down and ruffled Castiel's hair.

The angel of Thursday grabbed Dean's shirt and hoisted himself onto his feet. Sam went around the car, slight pain written on his face. "What was that thing?"

Dean shook his head. "I don't actually know."

"What happened while we were frozen?" asked Castiel.

"You don't want to know." Dean sighed, and did a very out-of-character thing. He pulled both Castiel and Sam into a group hug, trying not to cry. He leaned on Castiel's shoulder, and the angel awkwardly patted the hunter on the back a few times.

"You must have really been scared by that thing," Sam remarked.

"Shut up, Sam, or I will kill you and keep your head as a trophy," Dean said into Castiel's shoulder.

Castiel and Sam shared a look, then looked at Dean again. Something really horrid must have happened…

Sam escaped the group embrace. "I guess… I'll start the car." He grabbed the keys out of his pocket, and headed to the driver's side of the Impala.

Castiel didn't know what to do to comfort Dean. The usually composed human was breaking down right in the angel's arms, and he didn't have experience in that area.

"Cas…"

"Yes, Dean?"

"Tell me everything is going to be okay." He looked at Castiel with watery eyes.

"Everything is going to be okay," Castiel repeated obediently.

"You liar."

"All I did was do as you told me, Dean."

Dean pressed his lips to Castiel's firmly. He got no response, but that was just as well. He never got a response, no matter how many times he tried to get one. He pulled away and gave the angel a wet smile. "I suppose everything is okay, for now. No one died, this time. But there's always next time."

Sam scoffed, looking at the two of them from inside the Impala. "Dean, when did you turn into a chick flick?"