Sam and Dean looked around at the small studio apartment where Castiel had left Alora a week ago. There were a few personal things scattered around but it was obvious she hadn't been there very long, a handful of boxes sat stacked against the wall and a sleeper couch with the bed pulled out had a neatly made up bed that took up most of the room. Was surprised Sam and Dean most were the photos on the walls. Pictures of Alora and Castiel, most of them were polaroid style selfies but a few were of Cas without his trenchcoat his sleeves rolled up holding a frying pan with the burned remains of a meal he'd tried to cook, another with Cas holding a scraggly stray cat sitting on a fire escape somewhere. Pictures of Alora sitting on the floor with a laptop in her lap and her hair a mess and pictures with her standing in a thrift shop holding an old vase.

'Newly weds.' Sam thought with a shock.

These were the kinds of photos newlyweds had in their first apartment together, he looked at Dean who looked just as stunned. "I gotta be honest, I thought you were shitting me about you and Cas." Dean blurted.

Alora frowned at him. "Why? Because he's an Angel? He was human when I met him, human and alone and so far out of his depth."

"Well… yeah actually." Sam said slowly.

"He's kinda the Heavenly Rainman." Dean said with a laugh. "It's kinda hard to picture him as some kind of Casanova."

Alora pursed her lips and pulled out her phone flicking through the apps until she found what she was looking for. She turned on a video and turned it towards them. "Cas… Hey Cas, sing it for me again. Please?"

Castiel looked into the camera and gave her a lopsided smile shaking his head. "My voice is not good Alora."

"I don't care. It's your favorite song." Alora's voice came out of the phone.

He rubbed his chin in embarrassment then started singing. "Once I rose above the noise and confusion/ Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion/I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high/ Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man/Though my mind could think I still was a mad man/ I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say/ Carry on my wayward son,/ For there'll be peace when you are done/ Lay your weary head to rest/ Don't you cry no more."

His voice was rough and the pitch was off but he sang it like it was a part of him. Alora turned off the video and put the phone away. "I asked him where he learned it and he said his friends taught it to him. That Sam and Dean taught him that song. He's not a Casanova, he's a good Man. A Man who loves to sing and tries so hard to cook even though he's so bad at it. He's a Man who loves stray cats and soft pretzels and Peanut Butter and Jelly and who wants so badly to be the kind of men you two want him to be even though that is, to be perfectly honest, impossible."

She had her hand clenched into fists against her stomach and she was on the verge of tears but she was so angry. "He's my Good Man and he's gone and I need your help to find him. So for once it's your turn to help him, like he's helped both of you."

They looked at each other then back at her. "We didn't say we wouldn't help, we were just surprised by this." Sam swept his arm around the apartment. "He's never mentioned you."

"Of course he hasn't. People he loves tend to end up dead." She snorted.

'Isn't that the truth?' Dean thought ruefully.

7 Months Ago:

Castiel closed the apartment door behind him and hung his work vest o a peg Alora had put up just for him. He smiled a little, she'd given him his own peg, his own shelf in the fridge and his own shower caddy for his toiletries. It was the most personal space he'd ever had and the most included he'd ever been anywhere, including in his time with Sam and Dean. He heard the sound of computer keys clicking away and as he walked past the kitchen he saw Alora sitting on the floor her laptop sitting on her crossed legs while she typed, a pair of headphones pushing her hair all over the place.

He knew she did transcriptions for work and it meant that she could work from home transcribing dictated notes from Doctors all over the country. She gave him an absent wave before returning to her typing and he went into the kitchen rolling up his sleeves and pulling a recipe from his pocket. He'd been wanting to try his hand at cooking and now seemed to be the perfect time to try. He smoothed the creased paper on the counter and read the instructions carefully then started finding the ingredients. Twenty minutes later he waved acrid smoke out of his face and coughed as the smoke detector screamed overhead and he surveyed the failed attempt in the frying pan. He was holding the frying pan in an ovenproof gloved hand when he heard Alora laughing.

Turning he saw her holding up her phone still laughing which made him smile a little and the flash went off. She'd taken a picture of him, he put the frying pan aside and sighed. "I am afraid I am not a good cook."

She walked over and grinned up at him then turned and held the phone up taking a picture of them together, he wasn't sure why she seemed to enjoy taking selfies of them but it made her happy which in turn made him happy, what made him even more happy was the arm she slid around his waist as she squeezed him lightly then let go. He was starting to get used to the casual physical affection and wondered what it meant when he actively sought her out specifically for affection. "Come on I got paid today, let's go get some Thai food."

He smiled, he liked Thai Food, almost as much as he liked Peanut Butter and Jelly. Alora put the frying pan in the sink and ran water in it before they left.