Castiel threw his phone onto the bed in the dingy hotel room he was staying in. Even angels had to find a place to rest now and again.

He rubbed his face as he sat at the edge of the bed. In a way, and horrible awful way, he was glad his wings had been clipped. This meant he could delay getting back to Kansas and dealing with the real problem he had left with.

"Another insane angel." He whispered to only himself. "Heaven is unstable as it is. The last thing I need is another psychopathic angel bent on murdering people. You would actually think that they would realise the situation we are in, but no."

At least it is one less thing to worry about when he was sorted. But the thing that confused Cas was that the Enochian engravings in the heart never glow that brightly, especially after death. He knew that when touched by the cupid, the hearts tend for a second to glow as like any type of written Enochian symbol, but extended for this long? That was unheard of.

"Well, I better get going." He said to himself, packing the small number of things he had with him. "It's not like I had much success with the pomegranate."

XXX

Unfortunately, it had been the same with Sam and Dean back in America with the murders of the couples.

The festival had only brought them drunken gossip about where Marie got her toy boy, and how ugly the Jacksons painted their house, (one does not paint one's house yellow, don't you know).

It seemed that no-one wanted to talk about the murder vics. The once well-regarded, upstanding citizens of Arrowsmith were now the tabooest conversation to bring to the table. Almost like bringing up the subject of sex in a religious household. Even when Sam and Dean flashed their fake id's, the people would just scuttle away like frightened rats.

At least Dean got his beer and apple pie.

They were sitting on a bench after a fruitless evening of questions. Dean finally flashed a smile of satisfaction after each bite out of the crispy crust of the pie.

"Ya know, Sam, when we actually die, like no return back to earth die, and depending if Heaven hasn't collapsed by then, I would live in a huge mansion with every room filled with this pie, and at the end of the day, it would be replenished again. And I would be feed by topless Playboy Models…"

Sam snorted. He quickly tried to hide it with a cough, but that didn't fool Dean.

"What about that is funny?"

Sam cleared his throat. "Nothing…nothing at all."

"Nah, Sam, that was something. What about my dream is funny?"

"Well, you and I have both been in Heaven, and you know that is not what is going to happen…"

"Hey, can't a man dream?"

"…And second," Sam ignored Dean's interruption, "I know Playboy Models are not the only thing you want to see topless."

Dean blanched. He dropped the last bit of his pie on his lap, crumbs everywhere. "What the hell does that mean?"

Sam raised his eyebrow. "You know exactly what, or rather, whom I am talking about."

"I have no idea what you are talking about. I love me Playboy Models." Dean got up and shook off all of the crumbs on his lap. He began to walk quickly towards the '76 Chevy Impala

"That is not what I am talking about. Dean!" Sam followed suit, matching the same speed as him. His long legs strode in front of his brother and stopped him before he could get further. He clutched Dean's shoulders to stop him from continuing.

"Sam." Dean whispered through clenched teeth. "Let me go!"

"No. Dean, I allow you to repress your feelings, because I know at some point, when you are emotionally ready, you will break down in a puddle of tears, usually a year or two at the most. Not for ten years!"

There was a continue throwing back and forth of denial and truth. They were so busy in their conversation that they didn't notice a young boy, about thirteen years, watching them carefully behind a curtain of blond curls. He had a red heart lollypop in his mouth.

He walked up to the arguing brothers, licking the sweet syrup from the heart, and just stared.

It took a few minutes before Dean noticed the kid standing three feet away from them.

"What is it kid?" Dean said sharply, "haven't you seen two men fighting before."

"Are you the police officers asking about the dead couples?" The child said, not noticing the bitterness in the older brother's voice.

Sam and Dean gave each other a look before turning back to the child. "Yeah, we are."

"Hi, my name is Eric Curio. My mom and dad said I should not be talking to strangers, especially if they are asking about them."

"Ok, Eric, why shouldn't you talk about them?"

Eric turned his head to look left and right before leaning in.

"You promise you won't tell?" He whispered.

Sam and his brother gave each other a look before both saying, "We promise."

The kid licked the pop before starting.

"Well, I heard mom and dad talking about Mrs and Mr Harrison when they thought I was asleep. Mom said that, apparently, Mrs Harrison was seeing Mr Harrison's brother, Aryan Harrison. Mom said she wouldn't be surprised if Mr Aryan Harrison got annoyed that Mrs Harrison was still with his brother and he killed him and her."

Another suck on his lollypop.

"And exactly, where is this Aryan Harrison?"

"Um…" the boy shuffled his feet.

Sam put his hand on Eric's shoulder. "You can tell us. We won't tell anyone."

Eric took a deep breath in. "Dad said that he is hiding out in the Lebanon until this whole thing is over..."

"Eric Curio!" A screech was heard behind the boy.

The three looked up to be faced by a man and a woman. The man had a thick sweep of black hair, tanned and looked like he was a body builder. The woman had a natural blonde hair with red highlights. Her face was memorisingly beautiful, but there was something in it that made the boys fear a bit.

Eric hopped up onto his feet. "Mom, Dad!"

"Eric, what were you doing here? What did I tell you?"

"Um, don't leave your sight and don't talk to strangers, Mom." He repeated off by heart. A sound of shame was in his voice, but no sound of regret was heard.

"That is what I thought. Come with me." She grabbed him by his arm and pulled him away. He barely had a time to turn around and give them a wave before disappearing into the thick crowd.

Only the father was left.

"You must excuse my wife. She has been a little high-strung since the murders have happened." He put out his hand. "Marcus Curio, and my wife is Venessa."

"Detectives Potter and Granger." Dean and Sam shook his hand respectively. His grip was strong, too strong.

"Like the Harry Potter characters?"

"Um, yeah, we get that a lot."

Marcus smiled. "Well Potter and Granger, nice to meet you, and I have to apologise for my wife again. I better go before she disappears again."

With that he disappeared into the crowd.

"That family makes us look normal." Dean said.