They arrived at Bobby's house close to 1 in the morning. Bobby was not a happy man. "Ya stupid idjit's couldn't of waited till mornin' to bother me with your crap?" he yelled, stomping down the stairs after hastily getting dressed into something more suitable. "Not really Bobby, I just couldn't wait to see your beautiful face!" joked Dean, with a huge grin. Bobby scowled at him.
"Anyway…Cas has a problem." Sam started, looking at Castiel to continue. Cas sat down on the sofa and looked disinterested. He stared to take off his coat but said nothing. "He's kinda…" the hunter continued uneasily, "Well, human."
Bobby sat in his chair and poured himself a drink -a strong one – he sure as hell needed it. "Well shit. What happened there? You fell?" He asked. Sam sat down next to the ex-angel and looked at him curiously. Dean stood silently in the corner.
"No." Castiel had taken off his trench coat and was smoothing it out over his lap.
"Well then what?" Dean asked softly, confused. If he hadn't fallen then how was he human? Magic beans? "Do you remember what happened? It would give us a lead on how to get your grace back."
Cas tensed. "I remember." He said stiffly. Everyone waited for him to continue but he remained silent.
Bobby sighed loudly. He was never a very patient person, Dean thought, watching the older hunter. "You gunna share with the group there or are we playing some sort of messed up cluedo? I haven't got forever, you know." Bobby prodded, wincing slightly at how harsh he sounded. The angel jumped to his feet, trench coat forgotten, and stalked over to where the older man was sat.
"This isn't a game, Robert Stephen Singer. I've lost everything. How dare you sit there and make jokes like this is nothing, you…you bastard!" He yelled, chest heaving with anger. Dean ran over and stepped between the two, one hand on Cas, pushing him back slightly, and the other in front of Bobby, who had started to get up. "Lets calm down, ok? Cas, just sit down and breathe, killing him will get us nowhere." he whispered. He walked Cas back to his seat and turned round quickly. "Bobby you fuck! Jesus Christ! A little empathy please?"
"Yeah sure, sorry. I realize how crappy this must be." He apologized and took a large gulp of his drink. If there's one thing he hated it was apologising. What was he, five?
"I don't need or want your help Singer. Just because I'm not an Angel anymore doesn't mean I'm a child. I can handle this on my own." Cas snapped. Dean sat down next to him, the side Sam wasn't on, and grabbed his hand.
"Cas, everyone needs help sometimes. Even Jesus needed help that one time, remember?"
Cas smiled slightly. Only slightly but it was there. "Have you ever read the Bible Dean?"
"Not really, it was a LONG book, but that's not the point. You need to tell us what happened so we're all on the same page. Then, we can start finding the son of a bitch that did this and kill it!" He said, clenching his fist. Cas looked at his shoes for a moment.
"I'm sorry for calling you a bastard Bobby."
Bobby choked on his drink with surprise before replying. "That's ok, Cas. I was being a bitch." He smiled at him, hoping they could move on. Soon.
Castiel looked up at him and made eye contact. "It's true though. You are a Bastard. I saw your parents and they weren't married when you were born." Dean laughed and Sam squirmed in his seat. Mental images…Brain bleach needed.
No one noticed, but Dean was still holding Cas' hand.
A/N: OK. Well, I think that was the worst chapter so far. Pretty much every one is OOC and well…its just generally terrible.
It was brought to my attention that my threat to make you review is a ritual in Uganda used "to try and exorcise homosexuality" OMG, I had no idea and feel I right prick. SORRY GUYS.
Well, this is awkward. Any ways, instead of listing everyone who reviewed I'll just mail you instead. If I miss you I'm sorryyyy! I still love you guys tons and tons and I'd rescue you from zombies if they existed.
Review or I will poke your eyes out with a spoon.
That's probably a ritual somewhere too.