AN: This chapter is just something I wrote. It seems like it should be included. I don't know… It's not especially important to the overall plot, but here it is nonetheless. This is before the wedding. I actually wrote this chapter after I wrote the chapter that comes after this, but this seemed to fit better here.

When Sam woke up, the first thing he noticed was that Cas wasn't in direct contact with him. He reached his arm forward, towards Cas's side of the bed, too lazy to open his eyes yet. He kept expecting to feel the angel beside him, but all he felt were cold sheets. The strangeness of it was enough to make Sam open his eyes. He looked around the motel room, but Cas was nowhere to be found. "Cas?" he called out. Silence greeted him. Maybe he's at Dean's, Sam thought to himself. Cas, he sent to his angel, where are you? Cas? Castiel, answer me! He didn't get an answer. He tried feeling for the angel, but he felt nothing for the first time since the mating. It was a strangely cold feeling.

Deciding he wasn't completely okay with not knowing where Cas was, Sam quickly checked for a note before he put on a shirt and some pants and walked over to Dean's room. It was 9:30 in the morning, so surely Dean would be awake. He knocked on the door and it was soon opened to reveal a freshly-showered Dean who still had wet hair. "Have you seen Cas?" Sam asked him

"No," Dean said, giving him a weird look. "I'm not the one who shares a room with him."

"Well, when I woke up he was gone."

"Maybe he went to the store or something."

"Dean, Cas doesn't go to the store. Not one that's more than 50 miles from here without telling me or leaving a note."

"What do you mean more than 50 miles from here?" Dean asked.

"I can't sense him, Dean," Sam said, feeling panic coming on.

"Whoa, hey, calm down," Dean said, sensing the rising panic in Sam.

"You want me to calm down? Dean, he's missing," Sam said.

"What makes you so sure?" Dean asked. He wasn't sure he was ready for something to happen to Cas. The guy was his best friend. Not to mention what it would do to Sammy.

"Because he didn't leave me a note telling me he left, and when we went to bed last night he said he would be there when I woke up, and because I can't feel him!" Sam was nearing his breaking point. Cas had to be okay. Except, he might not be, and that wasn't alright. Sam had to find him and make sure he was alright.

"Alright," Dean said. "Look, why don't you come inside," he said once he realized Sam hadn't even made it through the door. "Let's sit down and we'll figure this out, okay Sammy?"

"Yeah, okay," Sam said, forcing himself to calm down, just a little.

"Why don't I try calling him on the phone?" Dean suggested. Sam nodded. He hadn't thought of that. It wasn't as if he and Cas had had any reason to communicate through a cell phone in the past months. Dean dialed Cas's number and it rang several times before going to voicemail. Dean called again. He didn't give it up until he'd called him 5 times. "Okay, he's not answering," Dean said. "I guess I can always do it the old fashioned way." With that, Dean looked skyward and called out, "Cas, get your feathery ass down here! You got your fiancé here worried. Come let him know you're alive!" There was no answer and Sam was getting more and more worried. It was all over his face, too. "Why don't we take a look around your room and check for signs of any creatures?" Dean asked.

Sam immediately stood and walked out the door of Dean's motel room, not even waiting to make sure the other man was behind him. When Dean got into the other room, he found Sam finishing with checking the salt lines. Dean made a quick trip around the room to look for sulfur. Sam even pulled out the EMF meter. Nothing was out of place. "This isn't right," Sam said.

"You're right, it's not," Dean said. He decided at this point that if it turned out Cas was really okay, he wouldn't be for long. He had better be in trouble as worried as Sam was now.

That was when Sam felt it. Cas?

Sam, yes, it's me. I'm almost back. You seem upset… And then Cas was standing behind the two Winchesters. "What is wrong?" he asked.

"What's wrong?" Sam repeated. "You disappeared without a trace and you ask what's wrong? We were worried about you. I was worried about you. I thought something bad had happened to you."

"I'm fine, there is no need to worry," Cas said, although it didn't seem to be helping. There was no question that Sam was angry.

"Where were you?" Sam asked.

"I was called to a meeting. It took longer than I expected," Cas explained.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Well, I felt a summoning last night, so I answered it. It led me to a town in West Virginia. Hannah was there. She had some things she needed to discuss with me regarding Heaven. There was a minor problem, but we were able to resolve it," Cas said, hoping his explanation would dispel Sam's anger. It seemed to do the opposite.

"You left me in the middle of the night to go talk to Hannah about a problem that was small enough to solve in less than a day – which means, I'm sure, she could have solved it on her own or with the help of other angels – and you didn't even think to leave some way for me to know you were okay just in case I woke up while you were gone? And what about when I called you? When Dean called you? You can go to some angel when she calls, but when we call for you, thinking your life is in danger, you just ignore it? Cas, that's not okay. I was worried about you, and it turns out you were just out with some other angel. Is that what you want? Would you rather be with an angel? Because that might be just what you get. Don't follow me. I need some time alone. That goes for both of you." Without another word, Sam left the room. He forced himself to block out any signals from Cas, which was easier than it should have been. Maybe that's what Castiel did when he was out with Hannah, Sam thought angrily.

Cas, meanwhile, was not blocking out what he was getting from Sam, and he immediately felt awful. Sure, he was still feeling the anger, but there was also the hurt. It was a hurt that went very deep, and Cas knew that somehow he had caused that, even if it was accidental. He looked at Dean to see him glaring his way, reminding Cas of what Dean had so clearly laid out for him before he began his relationship with Sam. Then Dean's expression seemed to calm down a little. "Look, Cas, I'm not saying Sam's right, but he's not wrong either. Apparently, he's got a jealous streak in him or something. I don't know. I do think he overreacted just a little, but he always was a drama queen, and if you ever leave in the middle of the night again and you don't know how long you're going to be gone, you should either wake Sam up and tell him or at least leave a note behind. He really cares for you, and you were basically missing this morning, and when an angel goes missing, it normally means a world of trouble. So don't ever disappear like that again."

"I understand," Cas said. "What did you mean when you said he had a jealous streak?"

"Well," Dean said, "what seemed to bother him a lot was the fact that you were with Hannah. She's an angel, and she's a she. Now, in the human world, if a man leaves his significant other in the middle of the night for an unknown amount of time without telling his significant other, it points to the man cheating on his significant other. I think that's where Sam's mind went. The point is, you need to give him some time. He'll come back soon enough, and then the two of you can talk it out. Until then, there's a Die Hard movie marathon on TV and you're watching it with me."

When Sam got back, he brought food for both him and Dean. He ignored Cas. He was still blocking out all signals from his mate. Cas still wasn't though, and he was still getting readings of hurt and anger, although the anger was calming down to be replaced with what seemed to be a small dosage of insecurity, which made Cas pretty sure of what Dean had said. Sam did say one thing to Cas before he walked out the door to eat in his own room – alone – and that was, "Castiel, you should know you're not spending the night in my room tonight. Find somewhere else to be. I might be able to face you in the morning, but until then I don't want to see you."

Cas did find somewhere else to be. He stayed in Dean's room. He insisted that he wanted to be close if something happened to Sam. Dean rolled his eyes, but didn't complain and went to sleep.

The next morning, Sam woke up feeling hopelessly lonely. All anger had vanished and all he wanted was to feel loved by his angel, but he felt the opposite at the moment. Maybe Cas had a better explanation of things. Or maybe if Sam just confessed how he was feeling to Cas, he would be able to better understand the situation. It wasn't like Cas always completely understood humans. Sam decided he had nothing to lose, so he opened up the channel between him and Cas once again, so that it was restored to the two-way street it once was. He was flooded with concern. And then he heard the words. …hear this, but if you are listening to me, I'm sorry. I don't know exactly what's wrong, but I know I hurt you, and that is something that I have never wanted to do. If you are listening I want you to know that I still love you as much as I always have and if you wish to speak I am next door in Dean's room—

I'm listening, Sam said. You can come into our room now. I think we should talk. Face to face. That was all it took for Cas to enter the room. Sam knew he was being fickle, but despite his feelings the night before, at the sight of Cas with his messy hair and that look that was in those blue eyes, all Sam wanted was to hug the other man. So he did. Cas was surprised, but he wrapped his arms around Sam. "Does this means we have made amends?" he asked.

"Almost," Sam said. "Before we declare amends made, though, I think I should apologize." Sam knew Cas was about to stop him, so he held up a hand. "I overreacted. I guess I was just so worried about you, when you turned out ok, I was mad at you for putting me through all that for nothing, and I guess I'm a little lacking in confidence when it comes to some things, and for a minute I was scared that maybe you had done more than talking with Hannah, that maybe you had decided you wanted an angel instead of a human. It was stupid, and I'm sorry. I still love you as much as I always have, too."

"I should apologize as well," Cas said. "Next time I will make sure to leave a note."

AN: And here's my note, except I'm not going anywhere. I just thought this worked, so I moved it from my head to the computer. Let me know what you thought. I personally think it could have gone better. It's not my best work, but here it is anyway. See you in the next chapter!

P.S. In response to a review I received on this story, I'm sorry to disappoint but there won't actually be any sex. It is alluded to, but I'm not particularly skilled in writing sex scenes, so I decided to leave out any actual sex.

P.P.S. Wish me luck on the physics test I should be studying for.