A/N: I had a little bit of trouble starting this chapter but it turned out pretty good I guess. There are a few parts I'm really excited to write and these intermittent parts are really tedious because of that. Hopefully you enjoy it anyways! Thanks as always to those of you who reviewed the past chapters, they really make my day.

Castiel woke up to the sun shining into his eyes. Looks like the rain's finally stopped, he thought. Maybe I'll be able to get a plane out of here this afternoon. He stayed in bed, trying to plan out his day and frankly, too warm to want to get up. Eventually, his stomach started making noises and he realized he had probably slept through breakfast. He forced himself into the chilly air outside of his blanket and slipped into his jeans from yesterday and a plain black shirt from his bag. He knew his face was probably in dire need of a shave and his hair was probably all over the place but considering his day yesterday, he decided not to deal with it. He started down the hall, quickly stopping at the bathroom, and then made his way back to the bar downstairs. He heard voices when he was about halfway down the stairs and the noise of pots and pans being moved around. The smell of bacon and something sweet filled the air. He walked over to the bar and took his seat from the night before just as Dean walked out with two plates of food.

"Oh good, you're up. Sam was starting to worry you wouldn't wake up," the man said with a smile as he walked to give the food to an old couple by the front door. The sun was even brighter down here. Castiel glanced down at his watch and realized it was almost ten. Sam walked out with a plate a second later and set it down in front of him.

"Don't worry, I didn't let Dean spit in it," Sam told him as he made his way back to the kitchen. Castiel started eating just as Dean shouted back, with mock hurt in his voice, "I can't believe you'd think so little of me Sam."

Castiel just kept eating his breakfast, pancakes, which would explain the sugary scent in the air, and, as he predicted, bacon. They mostly left him alone after that, only interrupting him when Sam asked if he wanted coffee. Castiel jumped on the offer, knowing he was no good without coffee in the morning. As he ate, he watched Dean work. The older Winchester seemed to be on server duty today. Castiel watched as he interacted with the customers, noticing his upbeat attitude and his ability to make all of the customers smile. Even though Castiel was spoken for, he couldn't stop himself from looking.

He was startled out of his thoughts when Dean sat down next to him and asked, "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

"I'll probably try to buy another airline ticket. If I can't, I don't know what else to do," he told Dean.

"Well, there's a phone on that wall over there if you need one."

"Thank you," Castiel said as he pulled out his cell phone. The battery was almost dead so he decided just to use the phone here. He called the airport first. Much to his dismay, there were no flights to Seattle for the next few days as the bad weather had stopped there. He decided to call Balthazar next, just so someone he knew knew where he was.

Balthazar picked up after two rings, "Hello?"

"Hello Balthazar."

"Castiel! Where are you, I don't recognize the number."

"Kansas, actually."

"What on earth are you doing there?"

"Well, I was coming to see you but weather landed the plane in Lawrence and now there are no flights out any time soon. It was supposed to be a surprise."

"Well, I can't wait to see you. This is excellent. I was getting so sick of all these surgeons. They're so dull sometimes."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Alright. Love you."

"Love you too."

Castiel hung up the phone and went back to his seat. His breakfast dishes had been taken away during his call to Balthazar. Now he was just having trouble think of a way to get all the way to Seattle. Sam came out a few minutes later and sat next to him.

"You look like you have a dilemma," the taller man said to him.

"I need to get to Seattle within the week and there are no planes leaving from here in time."

"You could have someone drive you," Sam suggested.

"Who'd want to drive all the way from Kansas to Washington?" Castiel asked skeptically.

"Dean would. He's always wanted to see the Grand Canyon anyways."

"Dean would what?" Dean asked as he walked up to them, rubbing his hands on a towel.

"Drive Castiel to Seattle. You've always wanted to go on a road trip across the country. I figure this is pretty close."

"I'd be willing to pay for gas and the time you miss being away from work," Castiel offered up.

Dean looked him up and down. "You're not a serial killer, are you?" he asked, squinting his eyes at Castiel.

"What? Of course not," Castiel said, confused.

"Hey, just checking man. Gotta know what I'm getting myself into before I commit. But yeah, why not. I'll take you. Go get your stuff together. We'll go whenever you're ready. Sam can take care of this place for a few days. Well, he probably won't burn it to the ground at least."

"Hey!" Sam cried with indignation. "Last time there was a fire here was because of you. You gave flaming shots to Ash. When have we ever known that to be a good idea?"

"In my defense, I was a bit intoxicated. The people like when you drink with them and when have I ever been one to disappoint the people?"

"Dean, sometimes you are a hazard to society," Sam said before running into the kitchen, narrowly dodging the towel Dean threw at his head.

Now relaxed, Castiel watched the brothers, knowing that his problems thus far had been solved.