The boys needed to give Charlie a proper hunter's funeral before they did anything else. They took axes from the back of the Impala and cut down branches from the tree line to make the pyre. Cas found a white canvas sheet stuffed way back in the Impala's trunk and used the sheet to wrap Charlie's body in.

Nothing could be heard but the uneven thunk's of the axes. They lit the pyre on fire once they had finished and stood in a comfortably numb silence. Everyone was lost in their thoughts. For Dean it was reliving Charlie's greatest hits- their most memorable times they had together. Sam was remembering the countless times in the past where he'd had to go through the same ritual with friends and family: building the pyre, burning the body, and saying goodbye. And Cas, Cas was experiencing something new. He was witnessing humanity's heartbreak at its strongest. The air was dark with sorrow, but beneath it was pinpoints of light- memories of laughter and victories that Castiel realized was all that humans had to hold on to. That little bit of light and hope is all that the Winchesters acquire to get through each day and Cas looked at the boys with a newfound respect and understanding.

As the last flame flickered out and the three got back into the Impala, Dean got a text. Kevin: five minutes it read.

"Dammit!" Dean shouted and hit the steering wheel. He threw the Impala into gear and dialed up Kevin.

After a few rings, he answered, "Hello?"

"Kevin, where are you?" Dean demanded.

"Staying in Danny's Inn in Waldo, Kan-"

"Lock the doors and salt the entrances. There's a demon coming after you."

"Um okay. Who?"

"We don't know, but you've got less than five minutes. We'll be there as soon as we can," Dean explained and hung up.

Cas spoke up from the back seat, "I'm going to get him. It's the fastest way we can get there."

"You can't. You're too weak to bring the two of us with you," Sam said.

"That's why I have to going alone." A moment later there was a rustle of wings and the angel was gone.

"What the hell does he think he's doing?" Dean exclaimed as he sped towards the interstate.

"He is an angel, Dean. He's dealt with demons before."

"We don't know what this demon is capable of yet. Hell, we don't even know for sure it is a demon," Dean argued. He wasn't exactly keen to trusting Kevin's life in the hands of a weak angel.

"All the evidence we have points to a demon, Dean. Oh no," Sam said looking at his phone.

"What?" Dean's tone softened to hopelessness, "What is it?"

"Castiel: now."

This chapter is a bit shorter than the others. Hope you're enjoying because it's about to get a little more interesting *evil smirk* If you want something more light hearted check out my poem "The Giving Tree- Castiel" and feel free to leave reviews; I always love to hear feedback! ~Peyt