Castiel glanced around, seeing as how now he wasn't in his room, but the autistic man's Heaven. He was still flying his kite, looking so happy with himself. Castiel smiled to himself and sat down on the grass, beginning to pick at it. He'd seen Dean do it occasionally when they sat down outside the bunker.

He heard a whoosh behind him and turned around, a lump growing in his throat. Two angels stood side by side, angel blades resting in their hands. "Castiel," the angel on the left said in a sickly sweet voice. "You were hard to find, but now your hiding place is known to us." she grinned maliciously. "You're with the Winchesters."

"No," Castiel whispered. "How? I have warding!"

"Nothing can hide forever," the angel on the right said. "Warding will only steer us away for so long. Besides, we know how you feel about the Winchesters, so we decided to visit you in a dream. And, sure enough, look where we found you."

Castiel shook his head wildly. "No, no-" He ran his hands through his hair. "This is just a nightmare. You aren't real."

The two angels smirked knowingly at each other. "Are you sure you want to risk that chance, Castiel?"

Tears welled up in the ex-angel's eyes. "I won't let you hurt my family," he hissed.

The angel on the left folded her arms in front of her. "Knowing the Winchesters, they won't give up easily. We might not have a choice but-" she huffed a laugh. "-we won't have a problem with that, will we, Ezekiel?"

"No, I don't think we will."


Castiel shot up in his bed, breathing heavily. He put his head in his hands. "No, no, no," he wept. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

Castiel wiped his eyes and slipped out of his room to get some fresh air. He knew his body was tired, but he didn't want to go back to sleep, where he knew his brothers and sisters would torment him in his dreams. He didn't know if this was just a nightmare or a warning, but either way, his nerves were on edge.

He walked outside of the bunker to sit on the Impala's hood and look up at the stars. Castiel found this to be one of his favorite things about being human. As an angel, he could only see stars for what they were: giant clouds of gas in an endless universe, but now that he was human, he saw their beauty. The shining dots in the sky that several people wish upon; they brought life to the blackness of the night sky.

Castiel sat down on the hood of the car that held so much meaning to the boys he loved most and stared up at the night sky. His eyes darted around, taking in every piece of the tiny gleaming lights. Castiel's eyes danced, the lights from the stars shimmering in his blue orbs.

An unexpected weight on the car slid next to him. Castiel glanced over and saw Dean looking back at him.

"You do know that humans need sleep, right?" Dean smirked and Castiel nodded. "Then why are you out here at three in the morning."

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I was just curious to see what you were doing," Dean looked up at the sky and Castiel followed his gaze. "Can I ask what woke you up?"

Castiel's breath hitched. "I had a dream," he whispered. "About my brothers."

"What happened?" Dean scooted closer so their arms were touching.

Castiel swallowed and looked down at his crossed legs. "I think my brothers know where I am," he whispered, a tear sliding down the tip of his nose and landing on his jeans. "I think I have to go."

"No," Dean said immediately, putting a hand possessively on Castiel's shoulder. "I'm not going to let that happen. If I have to put you in the fucking dungeon to keep you from leaving, so be it, but I'm not letting you go out on your own. Especially with those dicks with wings out for your blood."

"Dean, I can't be the reason you or Sam dies," Castiel suddenly sobbed. "You two are my only family. I can't lose you!"

Dean stared at him for a second before wrapping his arms around Castiel's shaking frame. "You're scared," he commented. Castiel nodded shallowly against his shoulder. "It's okay to be scared, Cas."

Castiel sobs were reduced to choked hiccups. "I'm sorry, I just-" He sniffed again and buried his face in Dean's flannel. "-I can't. I won't let me be he reason you two die. I won't let them hurt you."

Dean swallowed before coming up with something to say. "Cas, you're me and Sam's family. We won't let them hurt your either." Dean swallowed again and hugged Castiel tighter. "You're our brother, Cas. I want you to know that. And you know I'd do anything to save my brother."

Castiel nodded slightly. "You've made that quite obvious," he huffed a little laughter.

The two of them sat out there, just sitting in each other's presence, until they noticed the sun beginning to rise.

Castiel grinned widely and sat up, looking at the rising sun with all of his attention. "This is so beautiful," he whispered, not taking his eyes off of the array of oranges and reds shooting from the horizon.

Dean gave him a funny look. "What, you've never seen a sunrise before?"

"When I was an angel, I only saw stars and the sun for what they were: Gigantic balls of gas in a vacuum of space. But as a human, my senses are so dull, but yet, I experience everything so much more..." He paused, searching for the right word. "extraordinarily than when I was an angel. Everything is so vibrant. The colors of the sky just makes me want to stare at it for days. And when the stars come out-" He sighed deeply. "-it's the most beautiful thing." He looked at Dean and his grin only widened.

Dean stared at him with soft eyes. Castiel's eyes flicked down to his lips for only a second before maintaining eye contact again.

"Hey guys!" Sam's voice called. "Where are you?"

Castiel couldn't help but let an annoyed sigh escape his lips. Dean turned around to see Sam stalking up the hill with a newspaper in his right hand.

"What the hell are you two doing up here so early?" Sam smirked at how close Castiel and Dean were sitting, so Cas scooted back a little.

"Just watching the sunrise," Dean said and stood up. "What're you doing out here?"

He lifted the newspaper. "Found us a case."