Well this update was extremely late. But it's here now! :3

The evening sunlight streamed faintly through the window, mixing in with the soft glow from the lamps. Castiel slowly opened his eyes, blobs of colours swarmed into his vision as the room slowly spun into focus. He was still on the couch, memories of last night slowly piecing itself together.

"Morning sleeping beauty." Dean hummed, looking down at his friend. Castiel slowly turned over onto his back, glancing at Dean. The hunter was seated next to him, holding an empty bottle of beer. Castiel moved to prop himself up, but winced immediately, the strong pain in his torso still stubbornly present. He glanced down at his wound, fresh blood stained the bandages. He sighed lightly, dropping his head back into the couch with annoyance. Bleeding was such an inconvenience.

"That's a pretty deep gash you got there Cas." Dean murmured, his eyes scanning over the bandages. "How're you holding up?"

"Better I suppose. But... it'll take some time before I'm fully healed." Cas mumbled, a wave of distress flooding into his soft blue eyes.

"Hey don't worry, take your time." Dean murmured, casting a reassuring glance at the angel.

Loud footsteps filled the room as Sam came rushing down.

"Hey get this-" Sam announced, walking into the room, looking down at his laptop.

"...last night, there was...-hey you're up!" Sam said, all interest in his laptop vanished as immediately put it aside, his eyes scanning over the angel.

"How're you feeling?" Sam asked, as he gently checked the bandages. Castiel grimaced in pain as Sam re-adjusted the bandages on his torso. His hands were big, but also were surprisingly gentle and nimble as they went from bandage to bandage.

"Better, thanks...My shoulder is recovering well." Castiel said his tone lighter, as he gingerly stretched out his injured shoulder. Dull pain shot through the bone, but the previous intense tearing pain was gone, instead replaced with a mild, but uncomfortable stiff ache.

"That's good." Sam gently chirped, a soft, small smile spreading across his features as the good news lifted some of the stress of his mind. Cas carefully pushed himself into a sitting position, his torso protesting strongly as sharp pains shot through his side. He avoided the Winchesters gaze as a muffled groan escaped his throat, the pain hungrily growing.

"Cas..?" Sam began. Cas dismissed his question with a slight shake of his head, as he clutched the couch arm tightly, allowing the intense pain to subside to the usual sore throbbing. He let out a sigh of relief. This whole recovery experience... not being instantly healed on the spot proved to be more difficult then he thought.

"So, uh earlier you were saying...?" Cas asked, as he curiously looked at the laptop.

Sam eyes lingered on Cas for a few seconds, worry etched on his features. After a few long moments passed, Sam seemed decided to store his concerns temporarily. Temporarily.

"Right so, apparently just last night, there's been a string of murders here, all victims drained of their blood-" Sam said, as he opened the laptop.

"So a couple of vamps? " Dean asked.

" Not quite a couple...Dean, Nine people died. In less than 24 hours. There's got to be a new nest around here... may..be..." Sam's voice started to fade, as Cas felt the room starting to lazily spin. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the cobwebs in his brain. He scrunched his eyebrows, annoyed that it was taking so long for his body to recover. It wasn't really that long in humans terms, after all it was only 17 hours since the warehouse... or was it more than that? No it couldn't be, the sun just gone down. Castiel shook his head attempting to clear it. He knew it would at the least, only be another 24 hours before he started to feel real improvements...but the thought did nothing to ease the constant gnawing pain in his side.

Suddenly Castiel was aware of a warm hand lightly shaking his good shoulder.

"Hey?" Dean asked, the edge of his voice telling Castiel this wasn't the first time he said that.

"Sorry ...what?" Castiel mumbled, looking up at Dean with half interest. He finally noticed the younger brother was no longer in the room. He frowned. When did Sam leave? Surely he was just spacing out for a few seconds...?

"Hey, stay with me here. You okay with that Cas?" Dean asked, gently gripping Cas's shoulder tighter to get his attention.

"Okay with...?"

"Sammy and I are going to crash the Vamps little house party."

Castiel frowned. He knew that the brothers were fully capable of protecting themselves and each other, but a nest of vampires wasn't exactly an easy thing to take down.

"Let me come with-"

"Like in hell you are. You're going to stay here and rest up. Alright?" Dean said sternly.

"Dean-"

"Cas. No."

"Dean, I'm not useless. " Castiel mumbled, a mix of annoyance and exasperation sparking in his eyes. Dean sat down with a light sigh looking Castiel in the eyes, softening the edges of his voice.

"Hey, nobody said you're useless. But you're in pretty bad shape right now, and there's no chance I'm going to let your feathered ass out of here until you're better alright? Now get some rest."Dean said firmly, giving Cas a soft pat on the shoulder.

"Dean, I hacked into police radio. Another two were just killed-" Sam said rushing down the stairs.

"- half an hour drive away at Burnside park."

"We better get a move on then." Dean said, packing up a few hunting supplies in a duffle bag.

"Hey, Cas if anything happens...call us alright?" Sam said gently, not bothering to mask the concern on his face. Castiel replied with a small nod, his eyes staring to feel heavy.

"Don't open the door unless it's us alright? We got the place lined with salt, and got demon sigils and traps everywhere." Castiel wasn't sure if Dean was saying that to comfort him or himself, but either way it provided some sense of security.

"I'll be fine. Now go." Castiel assured them. As soon as the door closed, Castiel collapsed back into the couch taking a deep breath.

The impala roared as the engine was sparked to life.

"You think Cas will be alright?" Sam pondered.

"He'll be alright... But we should get back ASAP."

"Right, of course."

"Burnside Park right?"

"Yea."

"Alright let's kill these son of a bitches."

As soon as the door closed, Castiel let his eye lids close, before wrenching them back open.

No.

He couldn't fall asleep.

Not now.

It was a stupid idea, considering he was now alone. Castiel tried to concentrate on something but every thought he had seemed to slip of his grasp. As the minutes crept by so did exhaustion, seeping into his mind until he unwillingly let his eyelids droop down.

A few hundred meters away in the midst of a tangle of undergrowth, a bush rustled. Two eyes shone dully in the night, their colour a mirror image of the starless sky. They sharply followed the impala, watching it become a small blob in the horizon before melting into the darkness.

"The Winchesters are gone."

Six more pairs of black eyes snapped open.

Gleaming, the two eyes shifted to the dimly lit house in the distant

"And soon the angel will be too."

I'm thinking the next chapter will either be the last or second last one! I definitely plan on writing more supernatural fics, especially since I just caught up to Season 10 :)

Reviews are ALWAYS appreciated! and makes my soul very happy.

Thanks!