It had been days since Castiel's incident. His brothers and sisters were still shunning him, refusing to interact with him. He'd seen Gabriel around a bit more, his paint mask stained almost green. He'd seen his latest murals, and as much as he wanted to hate them, they were kind of cool. Massive pictures of wildlife mingling with warped humans. He supposed it was a statement, or a metaphor for the family. Warped, trying to save what they thought was inferior.
He hadn't run into the boy again, but Ellen was once again on his mind. What did she have to do with that boy? Why did the boy save him? It intrigued him. He even flew over the house once or twice when his wing had healed.
He wasn't expecting it when it happened, but he was downtown one day, near the jewlery district, when he caught sight of someone running. It was- Was that...?
He ran after him, feet pounding. What was he doing? Shouldn't he be avoiding this kid? He couldn't stop though, and he caught up to him.
"Yo!" He called. The boy's head whipped sideways. "It's you!" He said, his eyes growing wide. "Fuck- Why are you following me?"
Castiel had no answer. He just sort of stared at the boy, mouth agape.
He didn't realize the boy was waiting for an answer until he yelled. "Hey, angel! Answer me!"
No. No, this was a very bad idea and Michael would be very upset. He needed to get home. He needed to forget this. They stopped running, slowing to a halt outside an Italian restaraunt.
"Castiel. My name is Castiel. Who are you, and why did you save me?"
"What, that?" The boy looked puzzled. "Always help the needy, that's the Winchester motto. And I'm pretty sure 'about to get hit head-on by a bus' counts as needy. At least it does in my book."
Castiel nodded subtly. "So... You saved me, just because I needed help?"
"Well... Yeah."
"Your family didn't order you to?"
"Well, you could say that. Uncle Bobby and Aunt Ellen have sort of raised us kids to help others. When Aunt Ellen told me who you were... WHAT you were, it just made me feel even weirder."
"Ellen." He whispered. His eyes grew wide. "What do you know about Ellen?"
The boy looked puzzled. "Uh... She's sort of my aunt. My dad and her husband worked together for a while. Her husband is my uncle Bobby. They have a daughter, Jo, who's kinda my sister. I don't really know what else to tell you. She makes a great zucchini bread...?"
"No, her knowledge of the angels!" He snapped. "What of them?"
"Oh. Well, uh, she's got this journal. I didn't know it existed until I caught my little brother reading it. It's huge. It's got stuff pouring out the bindings."
Cas felt his body go numb. A human had more information on the angels, MUCH more than they should have. This was very dangerous. Maybe even Father dangerous. But he didn't budge.
"What's your name?"
"Dean Winchester."
"Interesting. Well, then, Dean, I'll see you around, I suppose."
Dean nodded slowly, a singular nod that showed his apprehension as he kicked up his feet and ran away. Cas whipped out his mobile and dialed a number he had nearly forgotten.
"Anna? We need to talk."

He stood outside the doors to the school with his hands dug inside his pockets. He didn't want to check his watch again, he knew if he did he'd only grow more impatient. The windows were tinted with the dark blinds in each classroom, and he couldn't tell if the classes were nearing completion.
"Damnit, Anna..." He muttered, shuffling his feet and adjusting the volume on his music as it switched songs. Just as he was about to check the time, the door clicked open. A brazen, red-framed face peered out, lips parted poetically as a single rose wingtip fluttered past the threshold.
"Anna." He called. She snapped to look at him, eyes narrowing. "Castiel."
"Anna," He said again. "It's so good to see you again."
She smiled hesitantly and opened the door more, stepping into the nippy winter air. "I could say the same, Cas. What's going on?"
"I need information." He blurted. "On Dean Winchester. Inside information."
"That won't be hard." She smirked. "He's a delinquent. Used to be captain of the football team, but he's long since lost that position to grades and the ever-sloping pit of trouble that often comes with the loss of a parent."
"Which parent is dead?" He questioned.
"Both. His mother died in a house fire and his dad died in a drunk car accident."
"Other family?"
"Sam Winchester. His little brother, bookworm, brilliant, but his grades aren't all that great. Unrelated is Jo Harvelle-Singer, the daughter of Ellen Singer from a previous marriage." She smirked at Castiel's face. "You mentioned you took an interest in Ellen at one point, correct?"
Cas nodded slowly. "Can Dean Winchester see angel wings?"
"No, he can't." She assured him. "He's an easy one to read, and he has seen hide nor hair of my wings."
He exhaled. "So we won't need to eradicate him."
"You seem worried." She frowned. "Is there a reason?"
"No- well, he saved my life, but that's minor penance, I suppose." He shifted his feet impatiently. "Keep an eye on him, will you?"
Anna threw him a questioning look that blended into a nod as she slipped back into the school.