I don't think there's any need for a warning. Supernatural, and all characters pertaining to the SPN 'verse do not belong to me, I just enjoy making up stories about them...that's not weird at all...-.- erm yea. I'll be quiet not...

'Hello, Sa...'

Sam Winchester shot out of his chair, and had his handgun pointed at the intruder, before said intruder could finish saying his name. Sam stared at the intruder for a few seconds, before his brain finally registered that he was in no immediate danger, as the intruder, was in fact his brothers Angel.

'Jeez...Cas, you've gotta stop doing that, dude!' Sam managed to almost sound collected. Almost. 'So...uh...how are you doing, Cas?'

'I am fine. I received your "text message" on this...device...' Cas held up the small mobile phone Dean had given him, '...is the "eye-pod" in your possession?' Castiel tilted his head to the side, while he waited for Sam to answer his question.

'Oh yea, just a sec!' Sam said, while reaching into his duffel bag, and retrieving a small box. He threw the box at Cas, knowing he'd easily catch it. Castiel held the small box in his hands, he turned it over a few times, while wearing his trademark puzzled look.

'Uh...that's just the box it comes in, Cas...' Sam stated, helpfully. 'I can put some tunes on it for you, if you want?' Sam smiled warmly at the confused looking Angel. Just because Cas was Dean's Angel didn't mean that Sam had to always be so abrupt with him. The truth was, Sam liked Cas. Sure, he's a bit odd, and rather naive...but he's quite possibly his older brothers first, if not only, true friend.

'Thank you for obtaining this for me, Sam.' Cas said, with a small smile of gratitude. He pocked the small box, then walked over to the only window in the small motel room. Sam sat back down, and was essentially just waiting for the Angel to leave...and waited some more.

After 10 minutes of the Angel just staring out of the window, Sam couldn't stand the silence any longer. 'Erm...Cas...?' he said, not unkindly.

'Yes, Sam?' Cas didn't even turn away from the window, to address him. Whatever he was seeing, was obviously more interesting than a face-to-face conversation with Sam.

'Are you okay...? You seem kind of...I dunno...' Sam was going to say he seemed sort of 'weird', but the Angel always seemed sort of weird, at least to Sam. '...out of sorts.' Yes, that was a good way to finish the sentence, much less hostile than telling his brothers stalker, that he's a bit of a weirdo.

'I'm falling, Sam...' Cas' shoulders slumped, and Sam was made aware of just how small the body of Jimmy Novak really was.

'Cas, man...I know this must be hard fo-' Sam was abruptly cutoff by the Angel turning to him, 'No, Samuel...you do not understand...'

Cas turned back to the window for a brief moment, then disappeared.

Sam sighed, then walked over to where the Angel had been standing. He looked out the window, wondering just what had captivated Castiel so much. All he saw was his brother, face smeared with oil, working on his beloved Impala. Wait...Cas had been staring at Dean. Cas had been staring at Dean...'I'm falling...' echoed in Sam's mind. Cas was falling...not from Grace, but falling for...Dean...

'Oh...' was all Sam said, as his brother continued working on his car, oblivious to the events within the motel room.