Usual disclaimers apply
I don't own Buffy or Faith- they belong to Whedon.

I sure as hell don't own the Winchesters or Castiel, if I did- do ya really think I'd be on my computer instead of doing something insanely rich-persony?

Castiel was feeling distinctly uncomfortable as he sat on Dean's bed. The phone call from Faith was a clear signal that she and her sister slayer were expecting them, and in particular him, to honor their agreement. He silently waited for the brothers to enter the room from the outside, he knew they were just coming in from getting dinner and were thus more likely to be amenable to his suggestion that they accompany him to meet the girls. Now Castiel was an angel, as badass as they came, but he was still feeling very disturbed by the whole situation and Dean, as sad as that was to admit, was the closest thing he'd ever had to a friend. Sure he had his brothers, but the Winchesters weren't related to him and they still remained close whenever they needed each other.

Dean's laughter got louder and the door twisted as Sam fell into the room gesticulating loudly. The taller brother was snorting as he continued with his story and Castiel knew that they hadn't registered him in the room yet, otherwise all the signs of merriment would have faded away from Sam- he still felt guilty about Ruby and the warnings he hadn't heeded from the angels. 'As he should', a small fairly un-angel like voice in his head muttered.

"AND the manager was trying to prove that he didn't know that he had a succubus chained up in his bathroom, but holy shit- that guy couldn't lie to save his balls from being cut off…" Dean's rough voice floated in and then the man himself walked in.

Sam laughed and then stiffened as he realized someone else was in the room, his hand automatically shifted towards his weapon.

Dean's hand came up to his shoulder, gently pushing his hand away from the gun.

"Dude, it's just Cas, chill."

Sam sighed as he pawed his brother in irritated affection.

"Hands off," and then he turned to Castiel, "you really should wear a bell or something. Or at least call before you arrive, like polite people do."

Castiel decided against reminding him of the fact that neither he or his brother were what would be termed as polite people, or that he was in fact not a person.

"I've had a call from our mutual acquaintance, it seems that we are summoned."

Dean smirked and winked at him.

"Your little friend is calling you now? How'd she get your number?"

Sam interrupted with his more pressing concern of "You have a cell phone?" He looked incredulously at Castiel and the angel shifted in weary resignation. Ever since he had gotten the damn contraption he felt distinctly unangel-like, but he had to have some way of keeping tabs on his more troublesome charges.

"Yeah dude, he has a cell phone, he even got one of this cool numbers with all the nines in it."
Dean grinned at his brother and turned to Castiel.

"How *did* you manage to wrangle a phone by the way? I've been meaning to ask you."

"I talked to the nice young man at the telephone company, he was fairly helpful."

The angel wasn't sure why the brothers were giving him these strange looks. It wasn't like he didn't interact with other humans besides them was it?

Dean coughed and moved towards the table that held Sam's laptop on it, sitting down he crossed his legs and raised an eyebrow at Castiel and the still standing Sam who looked like he didn't know where to sit.

Dean gesticulated to the chair beside him and Sam slowly made his way over.

"SO what's going on with our slayer friends?"

Castiel looked at his vessel's hands, it seemed like he had picked up a few nervous habits while hanging around with the humans. He turned them over and gazed at the birthmark beside his pinky.

Dean cleared his throat again.
"Cas you there?"

"The dark haired one has met Lucifer, she has news to tell us. And apparently, we are supposed to 'stick close'. Her words, not mine."

Dean laughed a full belly laugh, he even slapped his hand against his thigh in merriment.

"Cas man, the dark haired one's name is Faith. I suspect you know that, but if you wanna stay in denial, be my guest."

Castiel glared at the human and idly wondered if threats of imposed impotence would make him seem more threatening.

Sam, ever the peacemaker decided to step in.
"They're probably right, we recruited them for their help. We can't really stay across town while they go out looking for trouble."

He turned to Castiel.
"Which hotel are they staying at?"

"The Windsor Arms I believe."

Sam whistled appreciatively as Dean let out a "Whoa, swanky…"

The elder Winchester clapped his hands in anticipation and jumped off the chair.
"Alright gentlemen, let's get this how on the road. We've got us an angel to humiliate, and two freakishly strong superhero chicks to question about the devil!"

He turned to his little brother and winked.
"Surprisingly phrases like that don't even register on my weird meter anymore."

Sam rolled his eyes and Castiel adopted his recently more often used 'puppy-going-to-the-execution' expression. The two men and one angel gathered their belonging and headed out to the black Impala waiting for them in the parking lot.