Poor boys, they just keep getting chucked here there and everywhere. Oh well, they're angels now, they're gonna have to suck it up. OH! OH! LOOK WHO IS HERE! LOOOOKKK!

CHAPTER .4.

The boys opened their eyes and looked around, not recognising their surroundings. They were on a beach, it seemed, and the ocean was blue as the sky and sparkled in the sun like diamonds. The white sand looked untouched, as did the trees surrounding them. It was quiet apart from the tide washing back and forth on the shore.

'Oh no, the cavalry is here. Can Castiel not answer the phone?' Asked a smooth voice. Dean and Sam spun around.

'You called us here Balthazar?'

'Oh yes Sam, I called you here because I wanted to share the view,' he gestured to the ocean, 'No, you twit, I actually called Castiel. How did I end up summoning you two?' He frowned, taking a step closer.

'Hold on...' He put a hand to their shoulders. Dean and Sam could feel a connection passing through, almost like Balthazar was trying to recognise them, just not physically. Balthazar's smug face changed to anger.

'What did you do with Castiel? Huh? What have you done with him?' He said, seething.

'We didn't do anything. A witch cursed Cas and he got sick... spread his germs to us and we woke up like this. Kind of.'

His face turned to one of surprise at Dean's answer, 'What do you mean, 'kind of'?'

'Kind of as in... We weren't human. I don't think.'

'But we got our humanity back... while still being angels,' finished Sam.

Balthazar looked even more shocked.

'Holy shit. You two... the most un-holy apes in the galaxy... scored yourself a pair of wings? I'll be damned. The world really has gone mad,' he walked towards the ocean, rubbing his chin.

'So you got Cas's grace... and he got your humanity?'

'Not exactly, because we got our humanity back,' corrected Sam.

'But he's human?'

'Yep.'

'Holy shit,' he repeated, 'I got to meet this witch. Maybe she can turn me into a centaur... Or a dragon.'

'Shut it, Balthazar. Anyway, she's dead.'

'Dead? Then how is this freak show still running?'

'Well genius,' said Dean, 'that is what we were trying to find out before you summoned us here.'

'I see,' he sat down on the sand, cross-legged. Dean and Sam sat in front of him, watching him think.

'Why did you think we did something to Cas?' Asked Dean after a while.

'Because when I summoned him, it was his grace that answers the call, not him physically.'

'So... when we switched places with Cas... We got his angel mojo?'

'So it seems. You heard me calling?'

'Yeah I thought I recognised your voice. We thought it might have been from up there,' Sam pointed to the sky, 'so we tried avoiding it.'

'Remind us to never do that again. Hurt like hell.'

'Well that would be because I didn't ask you nicely... I actually summoned you, using a spell. You can't fight that without hurting yourselves.' Balthazar played with his toes before looking up, 'did you go to heaven?'

Dean and Sam shifted uncomfortably.

Should we tell him? Dean asked Sam. Sam mentally shrugged, Can't see the harm.

'Not exactly. We were on the way there. We could see it,' started Sam.

'But?' Prompted Balthazar.

'We had a moment of doubt.'

'Ah. You turned your back, didn't you,' a smile crept onto his face.

Sam nodded, 'We heard Cas calling us, only we didn't know it was Cas, but we followed it anyway. We had no memories... until we went to Bobby's.'

The boys explained the rest of the story to Balthazar, who seemed to be thinking hard. Sam realized that he and Dean had been sitting in the exact same position without moving, and it was comfortable. It seemed natural, not to move. He flexed his hands, remembering that was part of his humanity. Dean cottoned on to Sam's trail of thought and scratched his ear, moving his frozen position. Balthazar didn't seem to notice.

'So why did you call Cas here anyway?'

'Well, you wouldn't know. You haven't been tuned into Angel radio. It's uproar up there and I've heard Castiel's name mentioned a few times, but no one seems to be able to find him. I summoned him hoping that I would get him here, alive and... well not kicking, considering that stick permanently lodged in him, but at least broody and dwarfed by that damn coat.'

'But instead you got us.'

'Right. It's because they're looking for him physically you see... They haven't cottoned on to looking for his grace. Which leads me to the next problem. They want Castiel's ass on a silver platter.'

'Oh no,' said Sam, realizing, 'and if they look for him...'

'... They'll find us,' muttered Dean.

'Exactly. Imagine the shock when the Bible Brigade turns up and they find you instead of Castiel. I don't know who will be in more trouble...'

'But we didn't do this, that damn whore on the broomstick did,' growled Dean, fuming.

'When has reason ever been a part of an angel's personality? They won't listen to excuses. What's done is done.'

'What can we do?' Asked Sam.

'I would suggest retracing your steps and finding out how that witch has a hold on you. Then I suggest roasting what ever it is to smithereens. Until then, you should tattoo yourselves with anti-angel markings and hope that they don't pin you by your wings to a dartboard.'

'We've got the markings already.'

'You'll need these,' said Balthazar, rolling up his sleeves and clenching his fist. On his forearm and wrist, red cuts appeared, all Enochian symbols that repelled angels. They disappeared again, his arm returned to normal.

'Ok, what else?' Asked Dean, getting up. Sam stood with him.

'Well, I've got to see Cas incognito as a human,' smiled Balthazar before disappearing. Sam opened his mouth, about to ask where they should go first, before Balthazar reappeared, laughing.

'Oh you have got to see this. But make yourselves invisible, he might stop if he knows we're there.'

Sam and Dean frowned, but attempted to be invisible, however the hell they're meant to do that.

'Good, let's go.'

They were back in Bobby's kitchen.

'How did we get invisible? I don't even know how to do that,' whispered Dean.

'Instinct, mate,' said Balthazar, speaking in a normal tone, 'no need to whisper, we're M.I.A to them at the moment.'

'Well while we're invisible, can't we just pop in to... Oh I don't know, a women's locker room?'

Sam and Balthazar rolled their eyes. Dean cocked his head.

'Is that my music playing?'

'Yeah,' sniggered Balthazar, 'guess who.'

The three angels walked through the house and outside onto the porch. Dean and Sam laughed outloud, glad that Cas couldn't hear them.

Castiel was sitting there, his suit jacket off and white sleeves rolled up, listening to Dean's music which was playing in the car that Bobby was working on, oblivious to Castiel sitting on the porch, pretending to play the drums.

'I didn't realize he had a sense of rhythm,' chuckled Balthazar.

'I didn't realize he had a good taste in music,' said Dean, slightly impressed. Sam pulled out his phone, taking a picture.

'Send that to me,' said Dean. Suddenly Castiel stopped tapping the invisible drum. He spun around, looking through the angels, frowning. He got up and advanced towards them. Sam and Dean moved backwards but Balthazar stood there, a smile on his face, while Cas walked right up to him and looked right through him.

'Balthazar,' he said with a tone of finality. Balthazar turned slightly to look at the brothers, his face shocked. He disappeared and reappeared behind Castiel, full visible.

'How did you know I was there?' He asked.

'I had a feeling I was being watched, and I could smell you.'

'Well that's not creepy or anything.'

'It was scotch, coconut and the ocean. Three of your favourite things.'

'You know me too well,' Balthazar smiled, looking at Castiel up and down.

'So... human ey?'

Castiel sighed and shrugged.

'You saw the Winchesters?'

'Well funny you should mention that... See I summoned your grace, and I got them instead.'

Cas frowned, 'My grace? They have mine?'

'Bit possessive? Yes, they have yours.'

'Why did you summon me in the first place?' Castiel seemed to be in the wrong mood for small talk.

'I've been hearing things,' he pointed up to the sky, 'every now and again, I tune in, and I just so happened to tune in on the day that all I can hear is your name... Castiel this, Castiel that. You're in it deep this time.'

Castiel seemed to perk up. Sam and Dean walked closer, listening.

'What have they been saying?'

'They want your head on a pike,' Balthazar paced on the porch, Bobby still wasn't paying any attention, 'Castiel the fallen angel... sounds like something you could get on a t-shirt.'

'That is old news to me.'

'Well how about this. They can't find you. Because your grace isn't your own. So the current news? Your boys are in trouble, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. You're just a human now. They are the angels... with their humanity. How do you think this will play out?'

Castiel frowned, looking at Bobby, before looking back to Balthazar.

'What do you want me to do?'

'Well for starters, stop thinking you're Aaron Spears.'

'Who?'

'Secondly, get your ass into gear. You need to solve your witch problem and strap your wings back on.'

'You're right. Of course,' Castiel nodded, 'Sam, Dean, you can stop being rude and make yourselves visible.'

Sam and Dean reappeared in front of him.

'How did you know?'

'I was an angel less than twenty four hours ago, if you remember.'

'Sorry,' muttered Sam, Dean nodded in agreement.

'You're forgiven.'

Balthazar looked between the three.

'Do you, Sam, take Castiel-'

'Shut up before I smite your ass,' muttered Dean and Balthazar chuckled, before vanishing.