Hello, again! I hope you thought the last chapter was funny! I told you I'd have chapter 4 out this week, so... here it is! This weekend's my birthday, so I might be a little busy and chapter 5 will take longer to come out. I also am having a little bit of a writer's-block on where I should be going with this, so if you want to see more, I'd really appreciate it if you could suggest somethings you'd like to see! :D There's going to be some fluffy chapters soon with Cass adjusting with his wings and the challenges that those bring. So, if you have something in mind, I'd love to hear it! :) Even if you have something Destiel related, I could make it be seen either way, friendship or love!

Athena: Thank you so much for your review! I couldn't reply, so I though I'd just respond here! (If that's okay) Thank you for the compliment, my chapters are edited by my good friend, Strix Prudens, so you can thank her too! :) I will publish as many chapters as I can and I'd love to hear more from you! Reviews/comments fuel me, right now I'm posting so fast because I have the chapters, but in a while, when I get stuck, I'm really hoping for more reviews to help me along! Again, thank you so much for the review!

Sorry again for it being so short, or maybe you like it shorter, I have no idea! Some people have short attention spans, that's why the Vine was created. If that's a problem, please tell me, I know I get hung up on that detail a lot. 'Is this too long?' 'Should I make it shorter?' 'Or should I make it longer?'

Well, I'm making this longer still, so, enjoy! And, again, please do comment! I get majorly fueled by them!

They had been riding in the family's car for quite some time just watching the trees slowly thin out. Sam looked lost in his own little world, Castiel still hadn't gotten comfortable so he just gave up, and Dean kept making fun of their friend in the trunk the entire way to Lawrence.

The Winchesters were actually kind of excited to get back to Lawrence. After all, it was their hometown, even though they hadn't been raised there. So, when they had started to see houses and shops, their hearts started to race with excitement.

The car suddenly pulled up to the side of the road in front of the sidewalk. Henry turned around in his seat to look at the three friends. "Well, boys! Here we are!"

"Thank you so much! For everything!" Sam smiled as Jane told their children to get out of their seats and make room for the brothers to get out.

As the two quiet children got up and shuffled with their seats to pull them forward, Dean looked back at Cass to smile and jokingly say, "Well, Cass, I guess we still have time to go rob somewhere!" Once it was clear to the hunter that his friend didn't get it, he looked ahead of him to see Henry scowling at him in suspicion. "Oh! No, no, no! It's a joke! I wouldn't- we wouldn't!" The man's expression didn't change. "Would somebody really rob something with him around?" Dean defended as he pointed with his thumb back at Cass.

"Hey! Are you mocking me, Dean?" The angled snapped at his friend's comment.

"No, I-" Dean started.

"Dean!" Sam shouted as he tried to get his brothers attention. He then motioned to get out of the car since the girl in front of him had put her seat down in order for him to get out.

The two men climbed out of the vehicle and went around to trunk. Sam opened it up and, from the wall beside Castiel that had previously been holding him up disappearing, the angel tumbled out of the car and fell to the road below him. The younger hunter reached a hand out to help the angel to his feet and then looked through the trunk to smile and say, "Again, thank you so much for your help! We would've never gotten back to town by ourselves if it wasn't for you."

"Oh, it's no trouble!" Jane assured him, but Henry's face seemed to disagree.

"Yes, thank you!" Dean called through the car before his brother closed the trunk, and the three of them walked onto the street.

Sam caught sight of Castiel's uncomfortable face. "How ya feelin'?"

The angel glanced over at the giant man. "Stiff. I really need to stretch my wings out after being cramped in that car for so long."

Sam and Dean exchanged glances and began looking for a place to hide. It was annoying how Henry had dropped them off at such a crowded shopping area. Or maybe that was the point.

They kept walking until they found a convenience store with a couple of trees off to the side of it. "Hey!" Sam called. "I don't think anybody'll be able to see us behind those trees. Besides, that convenience store looks like no one's going near it for a while."

"Yeah," Dean agreed. The three of them went over to the trees and hid behind them. The older hunter then looked over at his friend and said, "Go ahead, Cass. Now that no one can see us, you can stretch out your wings all you want."

Castiel gave them a grateful look and he suddenly started to move his wings in every way imaginable. The Winchesters then got swept up in how extremely weird the whole thing was, and how extremely beautiful the wings were, actually. Sam noticed how that when light hit them, they shone a hue of deep blue.

Then, Castiel's strange accented voice interrupted their thoughts. "So, what now?"

Sam then looked up at the setting sun and suggested, "Well, seeing as how it's getting late, why don't we get a motel room? At least, for tonight. And then in the morning we'll find some way to get back to Lebanon?"

Castiel and Dean nodded, agreeing with the plan. Then, the older hunter looked over at his angel friend. His eyes glanced down to the ripped toga the angel was holding around him at his abdomen.

"Okay, I like that idea," Dean agreed as he looked back at his brother. "But, we need to get Cass new clothes. He's walking around in a bed sheet right now."

Sam nodded as he looked Castiel up and down as the angel seemed to be uncomfortable by their judging stares. "Yeah, I agree." He exchanged glances with his brother. "What do you wanna do about it?"

"How 'bout you go get him some pants or something at that Walmart across the street," Dean instructed as he gestured towards the store with his head. "And Cass and I'll go get a motel room at that place we passed on the way here."

Sam did a quick nod, glanced at them both as a goodbye, and disappeared behind the bushes. Dean then looked over at Castiel and clapped him on the shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay, bud," Dean reassured his friend.

Castiel's eyes softened sadly. He looked away and hung his head, whispering, "Yeah… I know…" He turned back to him and finished softly, "Thank you."

Before they knew it, they found themselves standing in front of the motel. The two friends stepped into the lobby and Dean walked up to the counter. "I'd like to get a room," he told the man behind the counter.

The man looked up at him from his magazine then stood lazily. "Yeah, what kind…?"

"Uh, a family suite for one night, please," Dean answered as he fished through his wallet. He brought up two hundred-dollar bills and handed it over to the man without looking up. However, the man behind the counter didn't take it. The hunter shook it a little, still not making eye-contact with the man. Finally, when he got too impatient, Dean looked up at him and saw that he was staring in confusion and slight suspicion at something behind him. At first, the hunter had no idea what the man behind the counter was staring at, but then, he remembered who he had brought with him.

Dean turned around to see Castiel, who, to the man behind the counter, looked like a twenty year old that probably parties and drinks too much, judging by his long, messy and tangled hair, fiddling with a glass angel statuette with one hand and holding his weird toga close to himself with the other. Boy, did that have to look odd to the man behind the counter, especially with the unexplainable wings strapped to his back. The real angel squinted at the details on the fake one, probably judging it. And the more Castiel moved it in his hand, the more Dean could just see it slipping onto the floor. No wonder the man behind the counter was staring at him.

"Hey!" Dean shouted to his friend in a hushed voice. Castiel jumped and looked up at him. "What are you doin', man!?"

Castiel looked from the angel statuette to Dean with a worried and slightly embarrassed face. "Umm…!"

"Put it down!" the hunter snapped again in his hushed voice. Castiel then gave a quick nod before shyly putting it on the table again and then stepping back.

The man then looked at Dean with a raised eyebrow and took the money as he asked, "He with you?"

Dean gave an exasperated face as he looked at the brochures on the counter. "Yeah…"

As the man did something on the computer, he eyed Castiel again. "What's up with the wings?"

Dean looked over at the man, not knowing what to say. "He… uh… He takes Halloween really seriously."

The man looked up at the hunter with narrowed eyebrows. "Even when it's not even Halloween?"

The hunter just stared at him for a while before nodding. "Yeah… Yeah, he thought Halloween was just so amazing, that he didn't ever want to not wear a costume." He looked down with a theatrical sad-face on as he continued, "It's been like this ever since he was three…!"

The man's narrowed eyes became even smaller, if that was even possible. "Uh… huh."

Suddenly, there was a loud crash behind them. Dean whipped around to Castiel's shocked face and his hand that wasn't holding his toga stretched out, as if trying to grab something that was falling. And shattered glass below him. The only visible pieces of what the glass was, was a wing and a small sphere with a halo on it.

Castiel looked over at Dean, probably begging for help, but the hunter only stared back at his friend with a bitch-face. Dean reached into his wallet slowly and, without even looking at the man in front of him, handed him another hundred-dollar bill.

Sam walked over to the motel room that Dean had said they'd be in. When he was close enough, he caught sight of his brother leaning against an open door from one of the rooms. The younger hunter walked up to his brother and greeted him with a raised hand. "Hey."

"Hey," Dean held up a beer in his hand in greeting also.

Sam looked at the beer bottle in his brother's hand. "I see you've already bought beer."

"Yeah," Dean chuckled and gave a smile as he took another swig.

Sam frowned in confusion as he asked, "Where's Cass?"

"Ah!" Dean stopped leaning against the doorway as he stood straight. "Inside. Once we got into the room, he was so tired that he just flopped down and crashed."

The younger hunter's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "He… fell asleep?"

"Yeah, I thought it was strange too." The older brother nodded. He looked into the room, obviously staring back at his friend, as he continued, "But then I realized he's been acting differently, too."

Sam nodded, thinking he knew what his brother meant, but, just in case, he asked, "What d'ya mean?"

"Well, when I was getting this room, for example," Dean explained. "He was fiddling with this glass angel statuette. I told him to put it down, but next thing I know, it slipped out of his hands and broke. He disobeyed." Sam frowned in surprise. "For all of the stupid things that he's ever done, he's never ignored an order. And, didn't you notice he acted differently when we were with that family? He was getting embarrassed and mad at us. Cass doesn't do that," The older hunter shook his head. "No, it's too-"

"Human," Sam finished. Dean pointed the neck of his beer bottle at his brother. "Huh… So, are you saying he might be becoming human?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know, man. But one thing's for certain." He took another swig of his beer. "Cass isn't just different on the outside."

Sam glanced at the floor as he took that information in. Then, he remembered about the plastic bag in his hand. "Do you think I can wake him up so I can give him these clothes?"

Dean shrugged as he replied, "Who cares? I just don't want him wearing a bed sheet anymore."

The brothers then walked into their motel room, Dean closing the door behind them. Sam found Castiel passed out on his stomach, still wrapped up in his toga, on the farthest bed. The angel was holding a pillow in his arms as he rested the side of his head on it. One of his wings was folded up just enough for it to be on the bed, but the other one was stretched out off of it with the feathers trailing across the floor. He looked so peaceful, Sam almost didn't want to wake him up, yet. But his brother just had to ruin it.

Dean walked over to Castiel and kicked at the wing that was draping onto the floor. "Hey!" the hunter called. "Wake up!"

Castiel woke up with a half-snore, his wings folded up slightly, looked over his shoulder with an annoyed glance at Dean, and then rested his head back on the pillow as he demanded groggily, "I'm not sleeping – I'm resting!" He hugged his pillow more, repositioned his head on it, relaxed his wings again, and then mumbled, "There's a difference…."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Dean replied as he sat himself down on the couch. "Because angels don't sleep. You already told, like, ten times already-"

"It was three…" Castiel corrected groggily, as if he was having a hard time trying to prove his point about not sleeping.

"You're definitely sleeping, man," Dean stated as he ignored his friend's correction.

Sam went up to where Castiel was 'resting' and put the plastic bag that he had been holding on the edge of the bed. "Hey, Cass," the younger hunter greeted, which Castiel returned by lifting up the wing that was still on the bed and stretching out more, almost like he was waving slightly at him. "I got you some pants, so, if you want them, they're in this bag."

Castiel lifted his head and eyed Sam with sleepy eyes. He just stared at the young hunter for a while before he started to get up, wings flapping slightly until they rested on his back. "Oh, yes… I'll, uh, put them on now."

The angel grabbed the bag, nodded in thanks to Sam, and disappeared into the bathroom. Dean then sighed and muttered, "Finally!"

Sam grabbed a beer from the fridge and stretched out on the other bed. He opened up the bottle and drank it in silence.

A few minutes later, Castiel hesitantly stepped out of the bathroom with brand new jeans on. Looking closer, Sam realized he had even fixed his messy hair…slightly. It almost seemed as though it was just like that. That or he didn't know how to fix his hair. After all, there had never been a time before in Castiel's life where he either was tangible enough to need to fix his hair, or be concerned about his appearance, too.

Dean nodded and gave his friend a thumbs-up as he raised his bottom lip in satisfaction and narrowed his eyes. Sam took the hint and nodded as well.

"Now all you need is a shirt," Dean muttered. "Don't know how we'll do that with those huge wings!"

Sam nodded. "I suppose we can work on that later. That's the least of our problems right now. Getting home is our main priority, not whether or not he's got a shirt, I suppose."

Castiel frowned slightly at his two friends and nodded before glancing back at the couch he had previously taken dibs on. The angel began rushing towards it before Dean called to him, "Ah, ah!" Castiel sighed, barely, and looked back at the hunter. "We need to make a plan for tomorrow before you pass out."

"I wasn't-" the angel began.

"Alright!" Dean put up his hands. "Whatever you were doing, we need to talk about tomorrow first."

Castiel nodded before sitting on the edge of the bed, his wings lifting up before draping across the mattress, which, when Sam imagined having wings like that, seemed pretty uncomfortable.

Sam leaned forward on his bed as he suggested, "Well, I noticed there was a phone booth outside that convenience store we were at. We could call somebody and ask for a ride back to the bunker."

Dean sat forward and spread out his hands. "Alright. And who would that be?"

The younger man shrugged and answered, "I don't know, Kevin? Garth?"

The older hunter sighed and leaned back on the couch. He took another swig of his beer, then nodded as he muttered, "Alright. Sounds like a plan." Dean looked back at Castiel and gestured at the bed with another nod, "We're all set, then, man. Go ahead, get some shut eye."

This time, Castiel didn't even bother to defend himself as he flipped around and stretched across the bed. His wings flapped into comfortable positions on either side of him and, before the brothers knew it, they could hear the angel's soft snoring.

Sam laughed and shook his head at the passed out angel. The two of them then finished their beers and slowly found themselves drifting off to sleep as well, Sam on the bed with Dean on the couch. They didn't have the heart to move the angel in order to clear a bed for the older hunter. That just wasn't fair. The guy had just gone through some a massive change, both mentally and physically, and needed some rest. Besides, they doubted he would even be able to lay on the couch.

So, as the night carried on, the three friends slept away. Not knowing, or even wanting to think about, what could be waiting for them next.