Dean's car wouldn't start, no matter how many times Dean tweaked with it. So they had no choice but to walk back into town. Dean was worried, stress, and tired. He still couldn't answer his question to why he saved Castiel. As for Castiel, he stayed a step behind Dean and not speaking.

"Have you heard of personal space?" Dean snapped, just wanting to find a bed and maybe some food.

"Sorry," Castiel said, but didn't mean it.

As soon as the they got into town, they check into the cheapest hotel they could find. Their feet were throbbing and mud stuck on their shoes.

Dean dove for the bed as Castiel looks around.

Castiel started to speak, but was quickly distracted by a picture near the bathroom, "What is the purpose of this picture?" It was of a man and women looking tenderly at each while holding hands, lips practically together.

Dean grunted, not wanting to interact with him. It was bad enough that he was stuck with him.

Castiel sat on the other side of bed, accepting that Dean refused to answer his question. "What are you doing?" Dean sleepily said, "You're bed is over there."

Castiel just looks at Dean, "I'm not tired. I would rather just wait for you to recharge."

"Just give me fours hours of sleep," Dean yawned, his eye lids heavy from his emotional day.

If Dean wasn't so drained he would have demanded answers from Castiel, but all he really wanted was to forget everything. To forget that he might not be able to save his brother or even himself. He drift to sleep, not caring about his worries.

************

Dean woke up by a shout and bam. It sounded like one of the neighbors seem to have been arguing about an affair a little too loudly, and by the sounds of it they weren't going to stop anytime soon.

Dean stretch his sore muscles, feeling a bit better. His stomach was pleading for food. Then he remembered his situation and rubs his face, getting frustrated all over again.

The room had an eery quiet feeling to it. Dean shoot up, searching the closet and bathroom.

No sign of Castiel. Dean felt stupid, why did he not tie him up. How could he not taken precaution on him. His only hope of saving Sam was gone. Dean slumped against the wall, no longer feeling as starved.

"Dean?" A voice came from the front door.

"Castiel?" Dean responded, he ran to the door to find a disoriented angel. "Were the hell have you been!"

Castiel pushes Dean aside and sat in the nearest chair he could find, "I mistaken our room for the one next door." He cleared his throat. "I thought it would be best to go looking for the other angels, but I soon got tired and decided to return to the hotel. I guess I was more tired then I thought, because I entered the wrong room and got under the covers, thinking it was you." Dean made a face, wondering why Castiel thought he would be ok sharing a bed with him, but Castiel just ignored it and continued with his story. "Then the next thing I know, I was being yelled at by a women, who was claiming that her husband was having an affair with her. It was a simple misunderstanding really."

Now the yelling started to make sense. Dean chuckled and shook his head. He was still angry at Castiel, but also happy knowing that Castiel hasn't left him. Dean's stomach started to growl, a clear reminder that his body needs nourishment.

"We'll what's done is done," Dean happily said, pulling Castiel up and getting out of the room as quickly as possible. "Now, how about we get some grub."

Before Castiel could protest, Dean had lead them to small run down family joint. Both men were greeted by a women with a little bit too much make up, and exposing to much for her age. They were both seated right away and taken care of. It seemed like Dean had slept more then four hours as he looked out the window, it was a new day for sure.

"Why did you offer to help me back in the forest?" Dean asked Castiel looking dead straight in the eyes.

"You needed it, that's why." Castiel responded quickly.

Dean cleared his throat, ready to
ask Castiel another question, but was interrupted by the waiter who gave them their drinks.

"Are you ready to order yet?" the hostess asked.

"Yeah," Dean answered. "I'll get the burger special." The hostess then turns to Castiel. After minutes of silence Dean orders Castiel the same thing he does. With that, the hostess winks at both of them and leaves.

Dean turns his attention back to Castiel, "How many of you winged creatures are there?"

"Very few, and fewer by the day." Castiel plainly said.

Dean lend back on his chair, soaking up this new information. So angels -limited of them- existed, great. Weren't angels suppose to all powerful and protect the good? Dean recalled how his mother use to tell him that angels were watching over him. Dean hung onto his mother's word, always feeling safe, but over time he understood that was nothing but a lie, because if there was such a thing as angels, then why didn't they save their good hearted mother. Why didn't they save his father, even though he wasn't exactly pure hearted, he was saving lives and he would have continued so. That counted for something right? Where have these beloved angels been when people were dying from the things that go bump at night, that cause Sam and Dean to risk their lives to save them.

Dean came back from his thoughts as soon as their food had arrived. His hands turned into first without his knowledge. "So what were you doing at the cemetery?" Dean asked, unclenching his firsts and taking a bite of his food.

"I was running." Castiel responded, hardly touching his food.

"Why?" Dean swallowed and put his burger down.

Castiel ignored Dean's question. Dean took the silence a bit irritating, but he let it slide. Dean would have questioned the angel more, but the place was starting to get busier, which meant more ears could be listening to their conversation. If demons knew that angels existed, and was killing their kin, who knows what they'll do to Castiel for vengeance. They paid their bill, and headed back to the hotel.

"Cas," Dean kicked a pebble, looking at the sun setting in about to ask another question, but decides against it, "Let's go back to the hotel."

It took minutes to reach the hotel. Dean reach for his phone dialing Bobby to fill him in the new situation. After some name calling from him, Dean hung up and signed. He probably had to steal a tow truck to haul his impala back into town. He should also probably be investigating tonight about the other angels

"Do you have any ideas where to find your feather friends?" Dean questioned, looking at Cas who seemed to be distracted by the painting again.

"You never answer my question about the picture Dean." Castiel responding, ignoring Dean's question for the second time that day.

"If I answer it, will you answer mine?" Dean threw his hands up, not seeing why the big deal was about the picture. Cas nods, and traces his fingers to man's lips. "I don't know, probably to capture some romantic crap to sell it for a profit."

"They're about to kissing." Castiel explained, as if Dean was had asked the question. "You ask me earlier why I was running," Castiel turned to Dean, "well I was running away from heaven."

Castiel looks at Dean, his eyes hiding a secret. "In heaven, we aren't allowed to think for ourselves." Castiel voice lowers down and his eyes fall to the ground, "I couldn't do it anymore."

Dean stepped forward to Castiel, trying to figure out his riddles and forgetting all about his question. So heaven didn't sound all nice and luxury as it was cracked up to be.

"I ran, because if I didn't they would have done something worst then kill me." Castiel whispered, "I went to the cemetery, because I was suppose to meet someone there who could have helped." Castiel inhaled deeply, "But he never showed, I waited for him night after night."

In the smallest and tiniest voice, Dean had ever heard, Cas saying something about falling. How he had fallen that day. None of this made sense to Dean of course. When Dean spoke, Castiel looked startled, as if he forgot Dean was there.

"How about you get some sleep." Dean suggested, "No sharing a bed, I don't know how you guys slept in heaven, but it's a bit different here on Earth."

Castiel nods, afraid that he said too much of his story to Dean. As soon as both hunter and angel were under blankets, Dean decides to ask a question, "If you're an angel and all, then does that mean you have the wings and the halo?"

"I had wings," Castiel closed his eyes, as if it saying that was painful. "But no halo."

"Had?" Dean rolled over to his side to look at him. Castiel back was facing Dean. His shoulders were broad, and looked strong from the way Castiel's back had stiffen by Dean's question.

"Yes, had," Castiel respond rather quickly.

"What color were they?" Dean asked, and regretted it as soon as his question came out. It was obvious that Castiel was very uncomfortable about what happened to his wings, but Dean wanted to know more about his feathered friend. In all honesty, Dean wanted to get closer to Castiel. He felt a strong bond towards him for some odd reason.

"Black, like a night without stars." Castiel turned to face Dean with a grin. "They were also strong, enough to pull a full grown man off the ground."

Dean smiled, because he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because the stiffness in Castiel's body had faded a little or because of his grin. Either way, Dean decided that both were the reason. If he and Castiel were doing to hunt down some human look alike with wings, they might as well get to know about each other better.

Dean and Castiel fired questions about each other all throughout the night. Some were questions were innocent, like what is your favorite color and food. Most of those questions were invalid for Castiel, since angels didn't have to eat. Then there were the questions that got serious answers, ones that got Dean to confess how he and Sam had dealt with their parents death over the years.

A yawn escaped Dean while Cas was explaining the truth about how the moon was created. Dean was surprise at first to know that Cas was alive for most of Earth's creation. It must have been exciting to see humans evolve, but Dean also thought how boring it was also. It took tons of millions of years for humans to be were they are now, and for what? To be at the bottom of the food chain for the monsters that lurk in nightmares?

Dean enjoyed the fact that Castiel felt comfortable enough to open up a little, but Dean wanted to know more of him. Dean pulled the covers over his head, trying to stop the nagging question in his head. Why would Castiel start thinking for himself after millions of years? Something must have caught his attention for him to run away from everything he ever knew.

"Are you ok Dean?" Castiel tilted his head, looking adorable.

"I'm just tired, that's all," Dean grunted, feeling drowsy.

"Oh." Castiel sounding almost disappointed that they had to stop talking.

Dean let out a heavy breath before sleepiness took over.