Sam settled on a chair in their 'living room' they didn't actually have a room that had a couch and TV but they liked it that way. Instead Sam sat with books, not knowing weather or not to read them or just ask Cas what had happened.
They knew all he knew up to now. He was taking the tablet to a special place, to destroy it. A place where it couldn't be felt or found again, and Naomi had found him, luckily after the tablet was disintegrated.
"She didn't believe me, for a while and then she became bitter… angry. At me for what I did. I apparently disowned all angels because I didn't kill you and… well that's basically like falling. To her anyway."
"She attacked me and we fought, she started yelling in Enocian but I couldn't understand her properly. I escaped and I thought I go anyway…. Obviously not"
after a short while Dean followed and sat in front of Sam, as he always did, with his legs crossed on the table while Castiel paced between the two.
"How can she just make you human?" Dean asked in between a mouth full of cas's other half of his sandwich.
Cas kept on pacing, waiting to see if Dean could answer for himself, or if Sam had any bright ideas. Apparently not.
"The enocian chatting…. I think, I think she took my grace"
"What… so you're like… Anna?" Sam asked, his voice getting higher with each word, like he was making it up as he went along.
"She fell…. I mean" Cas added at the boys knowing looks, "I mean she took out her grace herself, I didn't. And I didn't think it was possible… to take another's grace away"
"Can angel's take souls?"
"Of course but they're different… weaker." He added truthfully he then stood still for a moment before shifting his weight like a dance, "Dude will you sit down?" Dean shot, kicking a chair to Cas that was tucked in under the table.
"I… have a strange feeling in my… erm"
Cas started slowly going red, much to Dean amusement. Sam however was frowning and kicked his brother in the thigh from under the table.
"Cas… was? Does it hurt?"
"No it doesn't hurt… it feels like I…. I'm not sure," He babbled on to himself, frowning in confusion, looking to Dean for help.
"You feel sick? Pulling in your stomach?" Dean suggested, Sam nodded slightly in approval.
"No, not in my stomach… Dean help" he moaned, practically tying his legs together, crossing them tightly where he stood.
"You need to pee?" Sam asked, shrugging at Dean's 'what the hell' face.
"I…. I think so" Cas said, not so sure but he needed the sensation to be over.
Dean chuckled to himself, "Toilets down the hall to the left" Swinging his legs off the table as he pointed in the direction of the downstairs loo.
Cas blushed and started to waddle in the direction Dean had pointed.
When he was out of ear shot Dean let out a sigh.
"Is his what it's like having a toddler?"
"I wouldn't know, would I? And it's better than amnesia or death, right?"
"Right… I just, at least he's off Naomi's radar… he got into the angel proofing" he realised, eyeing up the spray painting on the far wall.
"So?"
"So how?"
"Maybe part of his grace left before he got here?"
"…Maybe" Dean let out a sigh again, before Sam could ask what Dean thought Cas came back with a smile on his face. "That's better" and sat on the chair Dean had kicked him, eyeing Sam's books curiously.