"It's been three months," Brenden prayed "Three months since we arrived, one month since you disappeared. Are you coming to help me heal Casdianrill?" Brenden stopped praying, waiting for his angel to come back. "You're a dick."

The angel the prayer was addressed to wasn't there, so it went into the angel radio. Most angels dismissed it as a crazy person, but, for some reason, Cass thought that it was important. He didn't know who Casdianrill was, who the person praying was, or which angel he was praying to, but it felt like the person was praying to him.

It was the middle of the night when Castiel heard the prayer. He was in the Men of Letters bunker with Sam and Dean asleep on the second story. Angels don't sleep, but since yesterday Cass has been feeling slightly tired. Tired feelings are unknown to most angels, but he recognized it from his time being human, and dismissed it as him just being weaker than he use to be. When he was human, just closing his eyes for a while did help the tiredness pass, what harm would it cause if closed his eyes? It would be about five hours until Sam and Dean woke up anyways.

"I thought angels aren't suppose to sleep." Dean said jokingly. Dean, who just woke up, woke Castiel up with his voice.

As Cass opens his eyes, he became aware that he was even more tired than he was five hours ago. It didn't help that now both his head and throat hurt a little. He contemplated whether or not he should tell Dean that he feels weird. It probably isn't anything. "Angels can sleep if they really want to, we just don't" Cass said, then thought 'I can see why', concluding that his ailments were because of the sleep.

"Want some coffee?" Dean asked, pouring himself some. He noticing his friend looked tired.

Cass looked at Dean. "Um, yes I would like some." Coffee is what humans use to stop being tired, right? It seems to work on Dean, so it might work on Cass. Dean put a cup filled with the caffeinated beverage in front of the angle. "Thank you."

"No problem." Dean said. He couldn't help but think that something was different with Cass. He decided that when Sam wakes up, he'll consult his brother with his observations. Dean wasn't anywhere close to being an angel expert, in fact, for most of his life he thought that angels didn't exist, so for all he knows, this could be natural for them. Dean walked out of the kitchen and into the library computer to try and find some jobs while waiting for Sam to wake up.

Brenden trudged through Oregon's rain walking from Salem to Portland to catch his plain to Kansas. "I hope you know how much I hate you and your teleporting ass," he complained to an archangel that wasn't there. "We could have been there by now. He could have been cured by now. But nnooooooo, you just disappear and leave me alone like I'm unwanted, moldy sausage. You're the one who's really the moldy sausage." Brenden looked up to the sky, "You're a big clump of prostitotem lotion!" he snarled, as if it was an insult. He looked back at the water soaked floor. "Sorry, that was a bit extreme." Brenden said, regretting 'insulting' his missing friend. He continued his 16 hour and 22 minute walk through the cold rain.

Cass was staring blankly at the half empty coffee mug his hands were cupped around when Sam entered. Sam found it weird, and watched Cass as he poured himself some coffee. The angel continued to stare into the mug in his hands, barely blinking. "Morning Cass," Sam greeted, mostly to snap him out of the daze.

Castiel blinked a couple of times then looked at Sam kind of slowly. "Good morning, Sam" He replied, then gave a small smiled. The smile looked kind of forced.

Sam gave a fake smile back and nodded, noticeably slightly uncomfortable with the way Cass was acting, but Cass didn't notice. "I'm going to go see if Dean has found any jobs." He said and started to leave the kitchen.

"Okay," Cas said then looked back at his coffee.

"Hey, did you notice anything weird about Cass?" Sam asked his older brother as he sat across from him at the long table in the library.

"Yeah, he looked really tired this morning. I thought angels don't get tired," Dean said.

"They don't," Sam confirmed. "Do you think something is wrong with him?"

"Probably. He's never really done this before."

The Winchester brothers sat in silence for a moment.

"Do you think he'll be fine for a hunt?" Dean asked.

"A hunt?" Sam asked. His voices tone sounded like the answer to Deans question was 'no'.

"It's an easy werewolf one. Only an hour and a half drive from here."

"I guess that he would be okay" Sam said, looking at the table.

"Okay then." Dean said then stood up to go back to the kitchen. Sam went to grab some silver bullets and knifes from some shelves in the bunker.

In the kitchen, Castiel was staring at his coffee again, but his head was resting in his hands. His eyes started closing until he fell into a light sleep. "Hey Cass." Dean said as he approached the door. Castiel fell out of sleep as Dean called to him. As Dean entered the doorway, he saw that he just woke up Cass and decided that this was a bad idea. That didn't really stop him from going through with it. They couldn't just leave Cass by himself, but the werewolves could kill more people if they didn't go. "We think there's a werewolf in a nearby town. Do you feel up to it?"

Cass stared at Dean for a moment, as if he needed a longer time to process what Dean was saying. "Um, sure, yeah." He finally answered.

Dean fake smiled at his friend. This was definitely a terrible idea.

A/N: Thank you for the favorites and the follows. I delete some of my unpopular stories that I think are kind of stupid, and I was thinking of deleting this one. I don't think this one is stupid personally, I might have just wrote it for myself, I thought everyone else might think it's stupid. Luckily some people don't. It would help more if you review, but follows and favorites are really good too. Thank you again for them. :)