A/N: Hey guys. My muse finally kicked back in and helped me with another chapter. Hope you enjoy, and don't forget, reviews are always welcome.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing; it's all Kripke's.

Castiel found himself being jerked awake y the feeling of the car coming to a stop. Now that this body was more than a vessel, he found it hard to make his eyes open. His mind was feeling sluggish and he wasn't sure what was really going on around him.

Sitting up from here he had been leaning against the window, Cas took in his surroundings. He was in the Impala, Dean was just taking the keys out of the ignition. Looking out the window he noticed the bunker the two Winchester brothers had been staying in for the last couple months. He was glad that the boys had managed to find themselves somewhere permanent to live. He knew they had been moving around, living in motel room after motel room their whole lives, but he knew that it would do them good to know there was always a place somewhere for them to lay their heads down.

Besides, Castiel found he actually rather liked the bunker.

It wasn't until Dean slammed the door that Castiel realized he was supposed to be getting out of the car. He hurriedly fumbled for the door handle and threw the door open, feeling clumsy as he bumped his head off the top of the car. He wasn't sure when he was feeling so uncoordinated. It wasn't as if being in a human state was unknown to him. He had been stuck without being able to tap into his angelic power before, why was this any different?

More than anything in that moment Castiel found himself frustrated. There was just so much going on and there was so little he could do. He felt useless; he was struggling with basic things that had never been a problem for him before. Perhaps it was the loss of his Grace?

"Cas come on!" he hadn't even realized he had been standing there, until Dean called after him. Dean was leaning out the door to the bunker, the look on his face mimicking the frustration Castiel felt within himself. "I'm sorry. I was thinking," he apologized as he moved his body forward and towards Dean, attempting to speed up his walk so he would get there sooner. He didn't want Dean to have to wait for him and not be with Sam. He knew Dean was worried and Sam was his brother. There wasn't anything Dean would put above Sam and he couldn't even begin to imagine how Dean must have felt knowing he had to burden himself with getting Cas. And there was another emotion, shame.

He thought during his time with the Winchesters he had felt every emotion known to man, that he had managed to feel them like a human had since he was in his vessel he had been wrong. Now that he lacked his Grace, now that Jimmy's body felt no longer like a vessel, but more like his own body, he felt everything so much more. Everything felt like it was life or death. He wasn't sure how humans managed to get through their day.

As soon as he stepped through the door Dean allowed it to slam behind him and was already running down the stairs. Castiel had expected Dean to go straight to Sam, but instead he stayed there at the top of the staircase and watched as Dean first went to Kevin who was bent over one of the Words of God, the Demon Tablet Castiel would assume. As much as getting the angels back into Heaven was a priority to him, to Kevin and Dean, the priority was making Sam better.

After a moment Castiel finally decided it was time to move and walked down the stairs, his aim was to sit there at the table with Kevin. Perhaps there was something he would be able to do in order to help. He needed to help, everything he had done in the last five years, whether it was the right choice or not, they had all been done with the idea of helping others.

When Castiel finally made it to the table, he was able to catch the last few words of their conversation. Apparently, Sam had managed to fall asleep. Castiel wasn't really sure what sort of condition the youngest Winchester was in, but from the way Dean had been looking, he could only assume it was bad. Being asleep was probably a blessing. "Can I help?" he asked, making his presence known. The two had been so engrossed in their discussion they probably hadn't even noticed his decent. Kevin looked awful, worse than the last time he had seen the boy, though that had been quite a while ago. It should have been expected, the young man was under constant pressure, attempting to learn The Word while also attempting to keep safe from Crowley.

"Why don't you and Kevin get something to eat huh? Then try and catch a few. I'm going to go sit with Sammy," Castiel wanted to argue. He had slept in the car and he didn't think he needed anymore, but he found himself yawning and by the time he was ready to speak up Dean was already turning the corner that would lead him to the sleeping quarters.

"What will we eat?" Castiel asked giving up. Dean had been good enough to come and pick him up, the least he could do was listen. Besides, by now Castiel should know that Dean usually knew what was best. If his friend thought it would be best for him to eat something and try and sleep a little, then that was what he was going to do. The biggest problem was that Castiel didn't know how to cook. He had never had the need to cook, though he thought he had managed to make a delicious sandwich when Sam and Dean had been unable to eat the normal food they did due to the Leviathans.

"There's some left over cheeseburgers in the fridge," Kevin suggested as he stood up and began to walk tot eh kitchen. Castiel followed mutely, no better option in mind. As he recalled he had rather enjoyed the burgers he had eaten from White Castle when they had been dealing with Famine anyways.

He stood by the fridge door as Kevin bent down a moment and then stood up straight holding two silver wrapped bundles in his hands. "Thank you," said Castiel as he took the offered burger unwrapping it. "Have you found anything to help Sam?" asked Castiel before taking a large bite of the burger. He face scrunched up as he realized that they didn't taste very good when they were cold. Kevin must have realized what had happened because before he knew it the burger was being removed from his hands and Kevin was throwing it into the microwave with his own. He hit a few buttons and then the microwave started up.

As they waited Kevin turned around to face Castiel. "Nothing yet. There's only info on the trials themselves. I don't think they thought about someone not wanting to slam the gates," Kevin said with a shrug. Castiel had to agree. It didn't really make sense for someone to work so hard on the trials and just when they had the chance to slam the gates of Hell forever, they would stop. Winchesters were always breaking the rules.

When the microwave beeped, signalling that the burgers were warmed enough Kevin took them out and tossed the one with a bite taken out of it to Castiel. The angel, ex-angel, fumbled a moment with it before he had a firm grip. "Thank you," he said again, taking a bite again and finding it more enjoyable this time. Kevin merely nodded and took his burger and walked out of the kitchen, probably to sleep as Dean had suggested. There were black marks under the boys eyes which Castiel knew was an indication that they boy hadn't been sleeping.

Castiel chose to stay in the kitchen, taking his time in eating the burger, savouring the taste.

Once the burger was finished, Castiel tossed the silver foiled paper into the garbage can which was situated next to the stove, turning the lights out behind him. He remembered Dean explaining to him once that it was a good habit to turn lights off when you left somewhere.

He made his way to the hallway that he knew contained sleeping quarters, the first door was closed, which lead Castiel to assume that room was where Kevin was staying. The next door was only slightly opened, and there was a noise coming from it. Moving forward, arm outstretched, Castiel nudged the door open, wanting to see what the sound was. Apparently, this room was the one Sam was staying in. The younger Winchester had sweat on his brow, and his body would jerk every few seconds, Dean was sitting in a chair by the bed, hands clasped together, his forehead resting on them, almost looking like he was praying.

Once the door connected with the wall behind it, Dean's head popped up and he met Castiel's eyes. Castiel instantly felt like he was interrupting something, like he wasn't supposed to be there. "I'm sorry. I was heading to bed. Good night." His voice was almost a whisper, his eyes cast down as he turned to go, he knew the next room would be Dean's so he would go to the room after that. He stopped for a moment when he heard Dean clear his throat. "Yeah. Night Cas," the weary man replied.

Castile had nothing more he could say, though he wished he could stay and talk with his friend. Instead he pulled the door closed behind him and made his way to the next spare room, closing the door and sitting on the edge of the bed. He had seen Sam and Dean ready themselves for bed before, and he mimicked their routine. He sat on the edge of his bed and removed his shoes, placing them near the side, and turned over to lie down. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, his brain shutting down almost immediately, a true testament to how exhausted the newly human angel really was.