"Best pie in the world." Castiel said and placed the pie in front of Dean. He poured some of the fries on the napkin and passed a burger to Dean.

"Thanks dude." Dean said with his mouth half full from the burger.

Cas smiled as he took a bite from his own.

After they'd both finished their meals, Dean opened the small pie box. It was still warm and it smelled like cherries. He lifted the rather large slice of pie out and set it on his napkin.

"Have some pie, Cas. You got it for me anyways." Dean said sawing the pie in half with a plastic knife.

"That is not necessary, Dean." Castiel answered politely.

"Dude. This is really freakin' huge, too. Have. Some." Dean replied pushing one half of the pie over to him on another napkin.

Castiel nodded as he picked up his own plastic cutlery.

He took a bite and his whole facial expression changed. "I know the box says otherwise, but this is not a slice of heaven. Heaven is in tact, but otherwise, this is a very unique taste."

"So you like it?" Dean asked.

"Very much so. I'm surprised I never had any while pretending to be human." Castiel replied.

"Speaking of, aren't the teachers going to notice you're gone?" Dean mentioned.

"Yes and no. They'll realize that I am gone, and everyone else will, but I erased all mention of me from their system including ID swipes, library books, and attendance records." Castiel stated casually.

Dean eyed him suspiciously. "You did all that?"

"Yeah. It was no problem really." Castiel said plainly.

"No problem? That must've taken you days!" Dean exclaimed.

"You seem to forget I'm an angel of the Lord. We too, work in mysterious ways."

"Tell me about it." Dean sarcastically said rolling his eyes.

"I just did." Castiel replied confused.

"What? …Oh."

Dean and Castiel sat silently for a few moments.

"So do I have to live here my whole life?" Dean asked.

"No, only until you are 18." Castiel began. "Whenever a fail-safe switch is created in a human, it only works until their 16th birthday."

"Well then why am I waiting until I'm 18? And why haven't demons gotten to me when I was little?" Dean interrupted.

"You're different. Like I said, Dean. You are the most important person in the whole of creation. You are the most unstable fail-safe switch ever and are active longer than any man has or will be. You are constantly active until 18, and from then on, every 6 months. I have been watching over and protecting you your whole life, you've just been unaware of me, for I have taken over many visages. After you turn 18, I will leave and either I, or another angel will stay with you for 24 hours. And it hasn't been until recently that the demons have found their way into Purgatory, and retrieved the beasts needed to hunt you down and activate you, and by that I mean kill you." Castiel continued.

Dean nodded, acting as if he understood what Cas had just said, but honestly, he didn't have a damn clue what any of that meant. "What do you mean unstable?"

"The other fail-safe switches throughout humanity had to be killed by choking on demon blood and then getting stabbed in the heart with an angel blade. You, on the other hand, if you die of sickness, or car accident, or murder, if you die on any of the active days, the world goes to hell. Literally."

"Okay. So don't die on my birthday. Got it." Dean joked, trying to lighten the situation despite the morbid seriousness of it.

"Is there anything else you want or need me to get you?" Castiel asked.

"Are you going to be with me 24/7 until I turn 18?" Dean replied.

"Yes. It's my assignment." Castiel answered.

"Well. We're going to need some way of passing the time." Dean mused. "So what do you enjoy doing, Cas?"

"Well, I don't know…All I've done for the last million years is serve the Lord and rescue souls from hell. I suppose that's fun." Castiel said unsurely.

"No, Cas. That is not fun, and definitely not doable from this warehouse. So do you like games, or porn, or playing your harp?"

"I suppose I could try some of your human games." Cas suggested.

"Okay…" Dean said with thought. "Do you know how to play chess?"

"Yes. I do in fact. When I had just received my grace and was learning how to fly, my big brother Gabriel taught me. It's a very cognitive game." Castiel answered.

"A what game?"

"You have to think during it."

"Oh. How about you get a chess set in here? And some AC/DC and Metallica tapes!" Dean suggested.

"One moment, Dean." Castiel said and then disappeared.

He reappeared after a few moments with a small boxed chess set and classic rock tapes in a Ziploc bag.

Dean eyed the tapes suspiciously. "Where did you get those?"

"Your room." Castiel blatantly responded.

Dean protectively glanced at the bag again.

Castiel conjured a small wooden table and two chairs by Dean. He made a tape playing stereo appear on the side of the table. He walked over and handed Dean the bag of tapes and instantly made the chessboard set itself up.

"Showoff." Dean said teasingly.

Castiel rolled his eyes.

"White goes first." He said, gesturing towards Dean's side of the board.

"Oh. Right." Dean replied and moved a pawn two spaces forward. "What's a good game without music?" Dean said as he put a Metallica tape into the stereo.

After Castiel had won 3 times, he and Dean started to forget what they were really doing and were doing more talking that playing.

Castiel shared stories from heaven as 'Master of Puppets' played loudly.

"And then Gabriel told him to shove it up his ass. So that's the story of how Michael created dildos!" Castiel finished through laughter.

"You're kidding!" Dean exclaimed.

"No. I'm quite serious." Castiel said to the red-faced Dean on the floor. "Are you okay, Dean?"

"I'm fine! It's just the alcohol getting to me!" Dean called from the ground.

"I didn't bring you an alcoholic beverage, Dean." Castiel stated.

"I had an emergency flask in my pocket." Dean explained, still chuckling. "I still can't believe Gabriel and Michael, some of heavens most renowned angels, would do that!"

"Angels aren't fat babies in in white dresses with halos, Dean. They're actually quite sinister at times." Castiel said.

"Can you help me up, dude?" Dean called from the ground.

Castiel stood up and offered Dean his hand. Dean grabbed it and jerked it back immediately causing Castiel to tumble to the ground next to Dean.

Cas gave Dean a scolding look. "Was that necessary, Dean?"

"Of course!" Dean replied.

"How high was the alcohol content in that beer?" Cas asked.

"Beer? That was whiskey!"

Cas turned towards Dean on the floor and sighed heavily before lifting himself up off the ground.

"Are you going to get up now?" He asked.

"Help me up." Dean whined putting his hand up.

"I'm not falling for that again, Dean." Castiel said sternly.

"No. Seriously. I can't feel my legs. Help me up." Dean said.

Castiel grabbed Dean's hand, but Dean pulled Castiel back down to the ground. Instead of landing next to Dean this time, Castiel landed on top of him, his hands barely holding him off Dean. Dean giggled like an idiot as Castiel shot him a look very similar to the bitchfaces Sam frequently sent Dean's way. Dean immediately quieted down. The silence in the room was so loud you could feel it. It was the first time Castiel had actually taken a moment to look at Dean's features. He had a sharp jaw and a slightly speckled face. His eyes were like the emeralds in the sunlight that he saw with Gabriel hundreds of years ago. He could feel Dean's breath warm against his face and could smell the alcohol in it.

After a moment he snapped out of it and rolled himself off Dean and onto the floor next to him. He stood up and brushed the dust off the back of his pants.

"I am never letting you around alcohol again." Cas muttered.

"I'm going to go comb out my wings while you sober up." Castiel told Dean.

He began walking and felt Dean reach out and grab his ankle. He tried to shake him off, but Dean had a strong hold.

"Dean. Would you j-" Cas began before being abruptly jerked back down to the ground yet again.

Trying to resist the urge to slap the drunk out of him, Castiel just gave Dean a death glare.

Dean leaned sideways over Castiel. "Diddd Ii Evvrrr Tull…" Dean started saying drunkenly. Castiel cocked his head in confusion, only to be answered with a heavy weight smashing into his chest. Dean had passed out. On Castiel. He sighed extremely heavily.

"Of all the angels in the garrison. Of all the angels in heaven." Castiel muttered.

Castiel gently rolled Dean off him and picked him up. He brought him over to the bed and gently put him down.

"Sleep tight you drunk fool." Castiel said and ruffled Dean's hair.