They didn't hear from Cas for few weeks. Dean tried not to worry, he really did, but anytime he heard a bird fly from a tree or saw the tail end of a trench coat around a corner, a certain Angel kept popping into his mind. After a heated rant from Sam about the importance of communication because Dean could have been in Florida for all he knew, they killed off the Wendigo and headed for California, where they had heard tell of a vampire nest that was getting a little out of hand. They had just made it through Utah when Dean's cell phone rang out, filling his pocket with the smooth sounds of Metallica.

"Hello." Dean gruffly said into the receiver once he extricated it from the confines of his jeans. Then sound that met his ears was like hearing a choir of angels singing. Well, one Angel. And he wasn't exactly singing.

"Dean, I have a favor I must ask of you." Cas' voice was rough, almost as if he was sick for the last couple of days and still hadn't gotten over it. "Anything, Cas, where the Hell have you been? Dena mumbled into the phone, trying to ignore the look Sam was giving him. "Get over here."

There was a pause on the other end and Dean was about to check if Cas had hung up when he heard a faint whisper from the Angel. " I... I can't. I can't do it, Dean. You have to pick me up." If it was possible, Cas sounded even more vulnerable than he did that morning in the motel room. There was a beeping sound coming through in the background, rhythmic, like that of a heart monitor.

Dean pulled off to the side of the road, for fear of running into someone. "Where are you?" He was trying to keep his voice even, but even he could hear that he wasn't all that calm. " I don't..." Cas trailed off and there was the sound of a conversation on the other side of the line, muffled by a hand on the mouthpiece before Cas came back. "The woman says I am at St. Helen's Hospital in New Jersey. They will not 'release' me until one of my relatives comes. I do not understand... Why can't I go?"

"Hey... It'll be alright, okay?" Dean tried to be soothing and calm but inside he was freaking out. "I'll come get you. Just give me a couple days. Can't teleport like yo- just give me a bit." Dean glanced over at Sam and mouthed "New Jersey" before turning the car around and heading east. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"There is no need to hurry. John has just found his twin brother and Jessica is struggling with the choice between the two. And no one even knows that Nancy was the one who killed her husband, everyone thinks it was the gardener, who she is having relations with." There was a long pause before Cas spoke again, distant like he wasn't paying attention. "It is quite fascinating."

Dean laughed, and it was the first time he had been happy in the past couple weeks. "See you soon, Cas." Dean said before he hung up.

Sam was looking at Dean with a mixture of confusion and amusement, making his face contort in a way that, given any other circumstance, would force Dean to pull back over. "Stop looking at me like that, Sammy."

"Like what?" Sam replied, giving him the most innocent look he could manage, which was rather good, with all the practice he had had in his lifetime. He pulled out the map before adding, "I'm just waiting for you to tell me where your boyfriend is." Dean stared at the road ahead of them, trying to ignore the blush that was threatening to creep onto his face. "Shut up... he's not my boyfriend." There was another pause. "He's at St. Helen's."

Sam's face split into a grin, before Dean looked over and glared.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Dean could hear the "Assbutt" that should have been there, and sighed.