The drama between Dean and Castiel escalates. Sam is trying to do some damage control and Kevin is seriously bored.

Dean gets a lead on the fallen angels but other issues blurs his view.


Castiel came back from Dean's room looking like shit. He didn't say a word and Sam watched him as he walked over to the chair where his new clothes were stacked. He tried to pick them all up at once but he had to give up and with some of them in his arms he walked away again. It didn't take long before he was back for the rest.

Sam wondered what was going on but decided to wait it out and see. Less than fifteen minutes later Cas appeared again and he walked straight to the library. With a stack of books he passed Sam and Kevin before he disappeared down the hall.

Sam and Kevin exchanged a puzzled look. "Is he going to Dean, you think?" Kevin lifted his brow and smiled tentatively. Sam shook his head. "Honestly? I don't know,but I think, not." Sam had noticed that Castiel seemed even sadder now and he blamed Dean.

Sam loved his brother. There was never any doubt about that but he knew that Dean could be a little short tempered and abrupt. He'd probably not explained himself in an orderly fashion as Sam suggested. Diplomacy was not one of Dean's strongest suits.

Sam didn't know how well adapted Castiel was to his new life either. It had only been a little more than a day since his grace was taken away and there were probably a few things the former angel didn't understand yet.

It was pretty damn clear that he didn't understand the difference between love and love. The profound bond that Angel-Cas and Dean shared on a more spiritual level before had obviously been transformed into something else for Castiel now when he was a human.

Sam suspected that their guardian angel had fallen head over heels in love with his brother as soon as those emotions were available to him. Since Castiel was unfamiliar with human feelings Sam hoped that given time Cas would understand the difference. In the meantime someone had to do some damage control.

That someone was not going to be Dean. Sam threw a quick glance at Kevin and decided that a teenager was definitely not going to handle it very well either. Sam had really known it all along. There was no way around this. He himself had to mediate between the two of them before someone got seriously hurt.

Sam didn't feel up to it. He was still a little under the weather and could definitely need a couple of hours of sleep now but for the sake of his family he had to step up.

He closed the laptop and got up from his chair. "I'll try to fix this." He said it more to himself but Kevin mumbled something in response. "What?" Sam looked at him. Kevin shook his head. "It's like being back in school. Cas acts like a lovestruck teenager."


Castiel had to open a few doors before he found the room that was supposed to be his an Kevin's. After that he'd went to get his clothes. He'd put them on the bed not knowing what to do with them until he spotted the dresser by the door.

Cas folded the clothes nicely and put them into the top drawer. They could barely fit in there but he managed to squeeze most of them in anyway. The only thing left was the leather jacket. Cas looked at it before he hung it over the back of the one chair they had in there.

The room was pretty spartan. Except for the two beds and the dresser there was that one chair next to a desk between the bedss there was a small table. The walls were barren and the lamps above the beds was the only light sources.

Castiel went to the library to get some books. He'd decided to stay in this room for as long as it took to get rid of the feelings that bothered him. He knew that he was unfamiliar with these human emotions and trusted Dean when he said they would go away by themselves.

He hoped it would happen soon. For a brief moment he wished that Metatron had just killed him. Anything would be better than this. Cas slumped down on the bed and cried silently.

He startled when the door opened. Sam slipped inside and closed the door behind him. "My brother is an idiot. We can fix this." He walked over to the other bed and sat down. "Dean was probably just freaked out about finding you in his bed."

Cas wasn't sure what to say. Dean had asked him not to discuss it with anybody but he felt an urge to explain. "But he came back. He, he held me."

Sam's face scrunched up. "What? Came back? What are you talking about?" Castiel sniffled a little. "It scared him that I was there but he came back." Cas' eyes met his and Sam leaned forward resting his hands on his thighs. "Came back?" Sam repeated. "What?"

Castiel felt embarrassed. Dean didn't want him to talk about this but he couldn't help himself. "I lied down with him and when he woke up he left me." He paused briefly clearing his throat. "But then he came back."

The look on Sam's face was hard to decipher. The guy looked up into the ceiling and huffed. "He came back? He got into bed with you again?" Now Sam's eyes were fixed on his and Cas nodded tentatively. "Yeah? Why are you staring at me like that?"

It took a while before Sam replied. He leaned back a little and rubbed his eyes. "So you're saying that Dean came back to you and slept the rest of the night there with you?" Sam rolled his eyes when Cas nodded. "Yes. And he kissed me goodnight."

Sam almost fell over and Cas was about to get up to help but he was waved off. "I'm fine, I'm fine. You serious?" Sam let out a small chuckle but he didn't seem amused. "Dean kissed you? Like, huh?"

Cas lifted his hand and pointed to his forehead. "Here." Cas moved his hand down to his mouth. "And here." The expression on Sam's face shifted from curiosity to what seemed to be disbelief. Castiel wasn't quite sure. He didn't really care either. He was more concerned by the fact that he'd disregarded Dean's wish to keep it a secret.

"You wouldn't lie about this would you?" Sam's eyes met his. "Sorry, I believe you, it's just." He shook his head and closed his eyes briefly. "No wonder Dean is a little freaked out."

He got up from the bed and headed for the door. "I'll talk to him. We can fix this, right?" Cas shook his head vigorously. "No, no you can't. He asked me not to tell anybody. He'll get angry with me."

Sam had reached the door now and he turned towards Cas. "Trust me, it can't be worse than it is now but." He sighed heavily. "But if you prefer to talk to him yourself I'll stay out of it."

Cas gave it a quick thought. "I, I don't know. Can you wait? Give it a few hours."

Sam nodded. "Okay. A few hours. Okay." As he exited the room he gave Castiel a smile. "Hang in there, buddy. We'll fix it."

As soon as Sam had left Castiel fetched the jacket and went back to lie down on the bed. Dean had bought this for him. A jacket almost similar to the one Dean was using. He stroke the soft leather until he started to doze off.


Kevin was seriously bothered by the current events. They were all supposed to try to figure out what happened last night when the angels fell. Now he felt like he was in a middle of a romantic drama.

He couldn't care less about Dean and Cas' relationship. If they had a thing – okay it was slightly disturbing but – it shouldn't concern anyone else but the two of them. Kevin tried to concentrate on the tablet. The last day and a half he'd done nothing but watch TV and lounge on the couch and it started to get boring.

A sound made him look up and he watched Dean cross the floor heading for the kitchen. Moments later he was back. "Where's the others?" He sounded distraught as he let his eyes travel around the room.

"Oh, they are having a heart to heart somewhere in here." Kevin couldn't help himself. He gave Dean a crocked smile before he continued. "Sam was concerned and wanted to have a word with your boyfriend."

Dean scrunched his face and something that sounded like a growl escaped his throat. "Is this a conspiracy? You guys have it out for me?" Kevin noticed that Dean clenched his fists and worried for a second that he'd get a serious beating.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. It's just." He kept an eye on Dean's hands and as soon as they weren't fisted anymore he continued. "Can't you guys just resolve this. It's depressing here with all this drama." He looked around the bunker. "It's depressing enough in here in the first place without the two of you adding to it."

Dean slumped down on the couch next to Kevin and rubbed his forehead. "I know. I'll fix it. Castiel misunderstood a few things but I shouldn't blame him. He's new to this life." He threw Kevin a quick glance. "Can we not talk about it. Let's do something constructive instead."

He got up and picked the cellphone out of his pocket. "We should probably make some calls. Check up on some of the other hunters." He walked away while scrolling through his contacts. "Should go and get some more booze too. You guys. I thought I'd have it for myself but if you all are gonna drink I need to get some more."

Kevin tried to protest but Dean just scoffed. "Seriously. You think I'm stupid. You had your share too, I know."


Dean was happy that he was able to leave the bunker from time to time. He felt a little sorry for the others but he knew it was much safer for them to stay inside.

Castiel could be a target since he was partially responsible for the event and if the tablet contained any information on this Kevin wasn't safe either. Being the only one who could possibly decipher the text, Metatron could have an eye out for him.

Dean pulled over when he spotted a newsstand. "It was a message from God." The headline of a story in a local newspaper was impossible to miss. It looked like the editor had pulled out the largest fonts that could fit on the page.

Dean jumped out of the car and picked up a paper throwing the loose change he had in his pocket onto the counter. The clerk nodded and pushed a few coins back but Dean was already deep into the story and just shook his head.

A local man, Mr Johnston – obviously a poacher – had been in the forest at night very close to where what he thought was a meteor hit. He'd ran to the site but couldn't find evidence that anything actually landed.

The grass was flattened as if an animal had lied there and a weird glow had encircled the spot. It didn't take long until the forest was pitch black again but the guy swore he hadn't imagined it all.

I believe God tried to send me a message but missed me by a a few yards. Mr Johnston was quoted to have said. Dean chuckled. "Bad aim on that God," he thought walking towards the Impala.

The story continued on page four and Dean got into the car before he opened the paper and read on.

I was so close that when this thing hit the ground I expected to feel the shock-wave. The weirdest thing was that I almost didn't hear a sound. It was only just like a swoosh.

"A swoosh?" The journalist had asked and Mr Johnston had tried to explain what he meant. Dean was pretty sure that for most people on the planet this guy would sound like a nut-job. He skimmed through the rest of the article and was about to toss the paper into the back seat when another headline caught his eyes.

A young girl had vanished from a holding cell at the police station. An officer stated that he heard some commotion and when he peeked in he found the cell empty.

They'd had a problem with the security cameras that night so there were no footage of the disappearance. The captain suspected that one of the other officers had let her go. He promised a full investigation and mentioned that the girl had been picked up on a D&D charge and was put in a cell to sleep it off. "It's not like we put a hardened criminal out on the streets."

Dean interpreted this his own way. The angel had fallen and had found himself – or herself – a willing vessel in the joint. That probably meant that they were still angels. That they didn't lose their grace the way Castiel had done.

Or – Dean thought – it was all Metatron's doing. He'd provided them with vessels so they could live on the earth like humans and share their stories with him when they died. Castiel hadn't revealed too much about what happened when his grace was taken away but that part about Metatron wanting stories he'd mentioned briefly.

Some of these angels had probably been on earth before and then their human vessels would be available to them as soon as they landed. But for the others it was probably crucial to find one fast.

Dean wasn't quite sure about how it worked and wanted to ask Cas. He sighed heavily to himself as he pulled away from the curb to drive to the liquor-store. He couldn't ask Castiel about anything until he'd fixed the small but delicate problem between them.


"He left," Kevin uttered. He probably figured that Sam was looking for his brother. "Left? To go where?" Sam got a little worried but Kevin gave him a quick smile. "To get some booze. I'm sure he won't be long."

Sam sat down by the table and fired up the laptop. "How was he? I mean. Did he seem, uh, normal?" He threw Kevin a glance before he turned to the computer again. Kevin seemed to give it a thought. "Well, I don't know. He was a little on the edge I think, but he calmed down. Said something about fixing it with Cas. The angel had obviously misunderstood something."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah right. I should probably not say anything but if there was a misunderstanding it was all Dean's fault." He closed the laptop again and yawned. "I think I need a little rest before I continue the research." He chuckled a little. "It's tough shit being social worker."

Kevin looked at him as he got up from the chair again. "How's Castiel doing? Is he? Oh, fuck, sorry. Is he really in love with your brother?" Sam tried to avoid Kevin's stare. He wasn't sure if he should tell the boy about his own theory. "I think maybe, maybe Castiel is a little confused and Dean definitely didn't make it easier for him."

Kevin leaned back on the couch again. "If you say so. Personally I think it's mutual." He grabbed the angel tablet and let his finger run over it. "And Dean is the one who is confused."

Sam decided not to comment. He worried that Kevin could be on the right path but that would just be too freaked out. Dean – the womanizer – falling in love with a guy. Sam shook his head. He didn't want to talk about this. "I'm going to get some sleep. Keep an eye on things, will you."

Kevin nodded. "Sure. Just leave me. The company around here is way too crazy. I was better off alone on the houseboat."

Sam turned to him. "I'm sorry you feel like that, but look at it this way. It can only go up from here." He tried to give the guy a smile but he knew it didn't reach his eyes. Kevin scoffed. "That's what I thought when my mom died, but you know."

He got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. "You know, one of my teachers divorced his wife and got together with a guy. He was in his forties. It's possible."

Sam startled by the sudden change of topic but he composed himself quickly. "Seriously, I know my brother. This is different. It's not possible, it can't be." He could hear Kevin humming a little tune as he opened the fridge. "Everything is possible. You of all people should know that. You died for crying out loud." He came back with a beer in his hand. "You lost your soul and got it back. I'm not comparing but..." He slumped down on the couch again. "Everything is possible."


Dean came back and carried his purchases into the kitchen. He'd left the newspaper in the car. He didn't want Cas to get any ideas. If anyone was going to track down this maybe-angel Dean would have to do it alone.

He wondered where the others were and walked down the hall towards his room. He could hear the shower running but other than that it was disturbingly quiet.

He opened the door to Sam's room and saw his brother on the bed sleeping. Dean wanted to check on Castiel too but hesitated outside the door. He tried to listen for a sound. Castiel could possibly be in the shower or in the library.

Dean took a deep breath before he gave the door a quick knock. There were no response so he turned the knob slowly and opened the door. Castiel was on the bed with his arms wrapped around the leather jacket. It looked like he was sleeping so Dean withdrew and was about to close the door when he heard Cas' voice. "Dean? Is that you?" It was just a whisper coming from the bed and Dean wanted to pretend he didn't hear it.

"Just making sure everyone is okay. Go back to sleep." He whispered back. "I'll come and get you when food's on the table." He hoped that Cas couldn't hear the little tremble in his voice. "I'm not sleeping. And I'm not hungry." Castiel sounded so sad that Dean felt his heart sink. This was his fault.

Dean wanted to rush in there and embrace the guy. He wanted to rock him in his arms and tell him that everything was going to be alright. "I'm sorry to hear that, but maybe you change your mind later. I'll be back." He gave Cas a crooked smile but wasn't sure if Cas could even see it from his position.

"NO! Don't come back. I don't want you in here." Cas almost screamed it out. "You tricked me. You made me believe that, that..." His voice faded and Dean could see that he wiped his eyes. "I will stay here until, until I, hmm. Until I don't love you anymore. GO!"

Dean got out and closed the door. Then he sunk down on the floor. He could feel tears pressing on in his eyes and squeezed them shut until the feeling went away. He felt sick to his stomach and cursed at himself for being such a girl.

When he eventually got up he headed directly for the kitchen. There he grabbed the whiskey bottle he'd just bought. He went to his room and slammed the door shut.