Guys if you haven't already checked I added some more to the end of the last chapter, it won't make sense if you haven't read it. I'm sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, it was one of those stories where I kept changing my mind and erasing everything I had written. It's nice and long to compensate. So, again, sorry about that I'll have the next few chapters up a lot faster. Thankyou to FireChildSlytherin and Lucy for reviewing my last chapter.

Castiel didn't know how long he had been staring at the sky. At some point the sun had risen, as far as he could tell it was about mid afternoon. Castiel knew he should get up, should go and do something to help fix all this, but he didn't know what he could do.

Castiel needed to find Dean. To apologise, for failing him. For allowing himself to be so easily used. For not listening to the hunter when it mattered most. Castiel needed to find Dean, and he was beginning to understand how difficult that task may be.
He was not a hunter, Castiel didn't know any ways to track a person down that didn't involve rituals and spells. Through everything, Castiel had always been able to rely on some kind of help from heaven, if not aid from other angels then his powers, even when they weren't at their full potential he still had them. Now he had nothing, he was weak and hungry, two sensations he had hoped never to feel again.

Castiel had never been one to blame, well, that's not entirely true, he blamed himself for the pain he caused on earth when he believed he would make a better god. He blamed himself for the pain the leviathan's caused when he released them to earth. He blamed himself for the pain he caused in heaven when he killed all of Raphael's followers. And after seeing the Metatron's spell at work, his brothers, sisters, all of them, falling from grace, knowing that it was his fault. Castiel blamed himself for that too.

I mean, sure Castiel blamed Metatron as well, he was the instigator, but the graceless angel carried most of the guilt, after all, it was his fault. He had been the one who had allowed himself to be manipulated by the scribe. It had been Castiel, not Metatron, who cut the heart out of that Nephlim. It was Castiel, who was now, 100% human. Due to h fact that he was now, indeed, 100% human, Castiel was finding the task of locating Dean Winchester extremely difficult. Dean was good at covering his tracks, even as an angel Cas had had trouble finding him if he didn't want to be found, the fallen angel could only hope that Dean Winchester wanted to be found.

That was why Castiel was now boarding a bus. Busses were familiar, he could almost pretend that he was catching one because his powers were drained, or he was trying to hide from Naomi, rather than face the reality of the fact that he would never feel that power again, never travel to heaven without first dying. Not only were busses familiar, but this bus was heading towards where Castiel hoped Dean would be, if Dean had succeeded in talking Sam down, then Sam would be sick, worse than he had been when the trials were incomplete. So, Castiel hoped, Dean would have taken him back to the bunker, previously owned by the Men of Letters, and that was where Castiel was trying to go, he could only hope that Dean would let him in. He knew that the Winchesters would not want him bringing a bus full of civilians to their recently acquired home, so he had asked the driver to drop him off at the shop he had been at when Metatron first contacted him. The bus didn't make the trip.

About 30 minutes into the drive, two of the passengers, a buff man in his mid forties and a girl who looked about 17, got up from their seats at the front of the bus and walked to the middle, where Castiel was sitting. The girl approached him, leering, "You're an angel, aren't you? One of the fallen?" Castiel pushed himself against he window of the bus, real fear evident in his eyes "I knew it!" she said jumping with excitement, "I told you, didn't I, I said he was. Think about it! An angel we can actually hurt!" The girls eyes flicked black on the word hurt. "Wait, your not, oh my god you are! You're Castiel! They had attracted the attention of the other travellers by this point. The boy who had been sitting opposite Castiel stood,

"Leave the poor guy alone! What did he ever do to you?!" The boy, he couldn't have been older than twelve, glared angrily at the demons.

"What did he do to us?" The female sneered "I'll show you what he did to us."

"No." Cas said, steadily "This, this doesn't involve the child."

"You don't remember me, do you?" Castiel stared at her blankly "Oh, you don't, let me jog your memory. I was about six foot, blonde, screamed a lot. Ringing any bells?

"No." Castiel looked at the boy desperately, begging him to understand. The boy nodded and whispered to the girl in the row in front of him.

"I was on the rack when you came down!" She was animated now focussing her full attention on him. The male hasn't stopped staring at him since he walked over. Neither had noticed what the boy was doing. "I thought you were there to save me! An angel, saving me from hell, but no, you didn't help me, oh no. You saved my tormentor, the guy who had been cutting me open day after day, you saved Dean Winchester."

The boy had reached the door now, he had all eight of the other passengers with him, they were all standing by the driver, waiting for him to press the button for the doors, but the driver hadn't pressed it, he was waiting for a Castiel to give him a signal. Cas turned his attention back to the demons "you should have saved me!" The demon shouted punching Castiel full in the face, sending the angel spiralling to the ground.