"Hey, Cas? Do you think you could – " Sam started as the angel walked back into the room, stopping in the middle of his sentence when Castiel silently came over to him and kissed his forehead. "What was that for?"
"Because I love you, Sam Winchester," Castiel replied.
Sam blinked at the words before smiling up at the angel and waving him down. Once Castiel was kneeling in front of him, he leaned forward and kissed the angel's forehead in return.
"You're a funny angel, Cas." He teased with a warm smile.
Castiel looked up at Sam at the kiss. "Why is it that the child who is not my ward seems to prefer me more than my ward does?" he asked, talking to no one in the room.
"Don't take it too personally. Dean's like that with everyone." Sam hummed.
Dean didn't talk much to anyone for the rest of the night. He was quiet at dinner and went up to shower and go to his room right afterward. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to Castiel or even see him more than he had to. The angel was always asking the stupidest questions and saying the dumbest things. After the kiss from earlier that day, he didn't want to see Castiel's face, especially not when he was squinting at him with his brows furrowed and head cocked to the side like a confused puppy.
After a while of boredom, Dean laid down on his bed and curled up. It didn't take him long to fall asleep and start dreaming.
He was panting and sweating as he ran up a hill, Castiel's hand in his own as the angel sprinted along behind him. He had no clue what they were running from, but he just knew he couldn't look back. They just had to keep running.
"Dean!" He heard Castiel call out as the other's hand slipped from his grip. Dean finally turned around at the call to see his angel, draped in white cloth and barefoot, being grabbed and pulled away by what looked like about fifty to a hundred people in black robes and hoods. They were grabbing Castiel's big white wings and whatever other limbs they could grasp. Their nails scratched open his skin and the hands on his wings tore out huge feathers as Castiel fought to get away.
"Cas! Castiel!" Dean cried back, trying to run back to help pull his angel away. However, he barely seemed to be moving, even though he was sprinting.
In the living room, Castiel was standing behind the couch, watching the human family watch the TV. He heard the faint noise from Dean's room and looked up towards the ceiling. After a moment longer, he decided to go check on his human.
As he appeared in the bedroom, he found the teenager sweating and pitching about in his bed, mumbling his name over and over.
"Dean." He said, moving over to the bed. It wasn't the first time Dean had had a nightmare, and he was sure it wouldn't be his last.
Castiel sat down on Dean's bed and reached over to set a hand on his forehead. In a second, Dean had calmed down and was sleeping soundly. He smiled at that and moved to gently change his human into his pajamas and tuck him into his bed.
Castiel liked to think that he'd gotten good at dealing with his human's nightmares by that time. He'd developed a routine that always seemed to help Dean sleep. After making sure he wasn't having the nightmare anymore, he'd tuck him in again. Then, he kissed Dean's forehead softly and started to stroke his hair while softly singing to him. For the rest of the night, he'd stay in Dean's room to watch over him, just in case the dreams came back. They rarely ever did.
Dean woke up in the morning as the sunlight streamed into his room. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and glanced over when he noticed Castiel out of the corner of his eye. The rising sun was positioned perfectly just outside the window and behind the angel's head. Dean reached over to grab the camera his parents had given him a few Christmases ago and quietly snapped a picture of what he was sure would be the closest thing to Castiel's halo that he would ever see while alive.
Castiel blinked and turned to Dean when he heard the shutter go off. He watched as the other snapped one more picture of him in a confused silence.
"Morning, Cas." Dean hummed, setting his camera aside.
"Good morning, Dean. Did you sleep well?" Castiel replied, getting up and going over to his human.
"Yeah, I slept pretty well," Dean replied. "Were you in my room all night?"
"You'd become fitful. I wanted to make sure you would be alright after you'd calmed down." Castiel replied.
"Dude, creepy." Dean scoffed, moving to get out of his bed and pull a bathrobe on over his pajamas.
"I just wanted to make sure you would be alright," Castiel said with a small frown, wandering over to stand behind Dean.
"You worry about me too much. I'm not a baby anymore, Cas."
"Is that why you kissed me sexually yesterday?"
Dean sputtered while he took out his retainers at the question. "I what?"
"You told me you were just kissing me because you loved me. Your parents said that when you kiss like the French and start touching the other person, it's sexual." Castiel replied with a small frown.
Dean blinked at the statement. "That's called making out, Cas, people do it."
"It still was sexual in nature, and you didn't tell me. Dean, I'm an angel. I'm supposed to be and remain a beacon of purity and – " Castiel stated before Dean had grabbed him by the shirt and pressed their lips together.
"Cas, you gotta work on talking less, you know that?" Dean murmured against the other's lips.
"But, Dean, I – "
Dean stopped him by leaning in again and biting his bottom lip lightly.
"Come on, let's go get breakfast." Dean hummed, pulling away from his shocked angel and leaving the room.
Castiel took a moment to come back to reality. He lifted his hands to feel at his burning cheeks and glanced up at the ceiling of the room, silently asking Michael what he should do about the way he and his vessel seemed to be reacting to his human. Within seconds, all he could hear was the sound of the archangel's voice in his head.
"Yes… As far as I know, both of our bodies are male, so no, there's no chance of creating a Nephilim." Castiel said softly. "Unless I understand humans less than I thought, that is… Yes, I understand. I won't lose sight of my orders. Dean will be protected."
"Who're you talking to?" Sam asked from the hallway, already dressed for school and staring in awe at the angel in his brother's bedroom.
Castiel finished speaking with Michael and turned when he heard the tail end of Sam's sentence. "Sam, good morning."
"Hi, Cas. Who were you talking to?" Sam asked, watching the angel stand up and walk over to him.
"Michael. I just needed to check in with him." Castiel replied, moving to walk down the stairs with Sam.
"Cool." Sam hummed, perfectly content with the reply. "What do you think you and Dean'll do all day?"
"I can't be sure. He seemed perfectly happy to watch TV yesterday. Perhaps it'll be another day like yesterday."
Sam nodded, keeping close to Castiel. "Hey, Cas? If there are angels like you out there, does that mean there're demons out there, too?"
"Yes, there are demons and even Lucifer. While there are Heaven and God, there's Hell and the Devil. But, you shouldn't worry at all, Sam. I will protect Dean as well as the rest of you." Castiel replied, letting Sam take hold of his hand gently.
Sam smiled up at him at that and kept close to the angel as they walked down to the kitchen together.
"Good morning, Castiel," Mary said with a warm smile. "Sammy, are you ready for school?"
"Yeah, Mom." Sam nodded, taking his lunch bag from her. "Thanks for packing my lunch, Mom. You wouldn't believe the stuff they put in cafeteria food. You'd puke if I told you."
Mary smiled at that and ruffled his hair. "I'll take your word for it."
Mary, John, and Sam said their goodbyes to Dean and Castiel before they all left the house to go to school and work.
Dean finished eating his breakfast easily and took care of his dishes. "Now that they're gone, we're free to do whatever we want." He said to Castiel with a big grin.
"Well, I'm sure it needs to be within reason," Castiel replied.
"It's not like we're gonna go out and set fires for fun, Cas. Just a bit of exploring in that ravine area behind the house." Dean replied with a roll of his eyes.
"The ravine? Are you sure it's safe?" Castiel asked, looking out the window of the kitchen to the backyard and the small wooded area a bit behind it.
"Of course it is. It's just a bunch of trees." Dean hummed. "I'm gonna get dressed, and then we'll head out."
Castiel said nothing, and just let his human leave the room. Dean was stubborn, and there would be no talking him out of his little adventure. All he could do was be sure he was ready for anything. It could very well be, though, that Dean was right. The ravine could be perfectly harmless, and in the end, the fresh air would do Dean well.
Dean came back down in a T-shirt, a flannel shirt over it, a pair of jeans, and hiking boots. "We'll take the house keys and lock up after us." He said, plucking the spare house keys down from the rack on the wall.
"Please don't go seeking out any trouble, Dean," Castiel said, following his human out of the house.
"I'm not an idiot, Cas. I'm totally careful." Dean huffed, locking the front door before leading the way back to the ravine behind the house.
As soon as they entered the ravine, they realized that it was much larger than they'd originally thought. For a moment, Dean worried that they might get lost, but then he remembered that, if need be, Cas could just fly them home.
"Hey, check it out! There's a little creek back here." Dean said with a small smile as he walked on in front of the angel.
"So it would seem." Castiel agreed, watching as Dean located a couple large rocks a bit further up the creek that could be used to cross. "Dean, be careful."
"Relax, Cas," Dean replied as he climbed onto the first rock, wavered a bit, then caught his balance again. "The moss kinda makes them slippery."
Castiel watched worriedly as the teenager slowly crossed the large rocks.
"Come on, Cas! Your turn!" Dean said with a grin. "Don't think about just zapping over here, either. Cross the rocks if you're not a pussy!"
"If I'm not a what?" Castiel asked, his head cocked to the right.
"It means coward, Cas. Cross the rocks or you're a coward." Dean explained.
Castiel sighed and examined the large rocks. They were just a couple of rocks, and he was an angel of the Lord. He'd be hurt by something far worse sooner than he'd ever be hurt by a pair of slippery rocks in a small creek.
Without saying anything more, he stepped onto the first and then moved to step onto the second. His foot on the second wasn't as secure as he'd assumed, though, and it slipped down as soon as he put his weight on it and lifted his foot from the first rock. In an instant, he was sitting in the shallow creek and Dean was laughing at him from dry land.
"How's the water, Cas?" Dean asked between fits of laughter.
"I'm wet," Castiel said as he stood up and waded out of the creek to the other side.
"Great deduction, Sherlock. That's why they pay you the big bucks." Dean chuckled, watching the angel try to shake off his dripping wet trench coat sleeves.
"My socks and shoes are wet, too." Castiel observed as he stepped experimentally in his now oddly sloshy shoes and socks.
"We can dry them out when we get home. Come on, I found a trail of rocks. We should see where it goes." Dean replied, grabbing Castiel by the hand and dragging him along to follow the trail of rocks.
They wove through the ravine together, following the winding path for what seemed like nearly an hour. Eventually, the path led to a small clearing, where a larger arrangement of rocks was lying on the ground. Just behind the formation was what looked like a small wooden shack that was leaning a bit to one side and looked like it had been abandoned for a good hundred years.
"Whoa, what the hell? What is it?" Dean asked, moving to start examining the formation.
"Dean, we should leave." Castiel said with a frown.
"Why? This is awesome! You only see stuff like this in movies." Dean said with a grin to Castiel. "Hey, Cas, does a star inside of a circle mean anything?"
"It's a pentagram, Dean. It's satanic, that's why we need to leave." Castiel huffed.
"They're just rocks, Cas. You could make a swastika out of rocks, but it would still just be a couple of punk kids playing around." Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's check out the shed."
Castiel said nothing and just followed behind Dean carefully into the dusty little shed. The thing had no windows at all, so the only light streaming in came from the doorway, where the door was hanging from the hinges.
Dean explored the little shed, walking carefully into the more shadowy areas of it. He eventually had to put his hands out in front of him to make sure he didn't run into anything.
As he walked, his hand hit something wet and soft, like soaked fabric. Curiously, he moved his hand around and felt what felt like wet hair.
"What the hell?!" He gasped, stumbling backward and falling over his feet. He looked at his hands as he picked himself off the ground, only to find the fingertips on one of his hands covered in blood. He fumbled for the small flashlight he'd brought with in his pocket and quickly turned it on and pointed it towards the dark area.
In the corner of the shed stood a little girl with long, sandy blonde hair and a yellow sundress. The dress and her hair were stained heavily with blood like someone had stabbed her in the heart. The girl stared back at him, unblinking, her eyes completely black. She smiled wryly at them and started to step closer.
Every instinct in Dean's body told him to run, jump over the creek, and never look back. The only problem was, he couldn't seem to get his legs to move at all.
"Dean, close your eyes and cover your ears," Castiel ordered, pushing the teenager back to stand behind him, so he was separating Dean from the girl.
Dean didn't have time to think. He grabbed the back of Castiel's trench coat and buried his face into the taller boy's back. He pushed his fingers into his ears, but it didn't seem to help much. In an instant, the shed was filled with a bright, blinding light and a high-pitched whining sound. It sounded like his ears were ringing, but it came from outside. Then, in an instant, everything went dark and quiet again. Dean opened his ears and pulled his fingers out of his ears. He peered around Castiel to where the little girl was crumpled, lifeless on the ground.
"Did you kill her? What the hell was that?" Dean asked with a frown.
"She was dead when we got here. Come, let's go home." Castiel said, holding Dean's shoulders and walking with the teenager out of the shed.
"She wasn't dead! She was walking right toward me!" Dean protested, walking with the angel.
"The body was dead when we got here. The only thing keeping her alive was the demon possessing her." Castiel explained. "When we get home, we'll contact the authorities. Her blood was still wet, so she was killed recently. There are people who love her who'll need to know."
"The demon?" Dean asked with a frown, not stopping Castiel from pressing a hand to his forehead. In an instant, the air around them blew like a tornado and suddenly stopped a second later as they reappeared back in the kitchen of the house.
"Yes, the demon. Let's pray that that one didn't have any close allies that will be upset with its death. Otherwise, they could easily try to hunt me down for killing it, and by extension, you." Castiel said as he started stripping.
"What do we do if demons do try to get revenge?" Dean asked worriedly as he watched the angel pull off his shoes, socks, and then his pants.
"If more demons come, and you're put in the line of fire, then I will kill every last one of them. My underpants are wet, too." Castiel replied as he stood in the undershirt he'd worn under his sweater and his boxer-briefs, moving to pull them down as well.
"Whoa! Change your underwear in your room. Whipping it out in a family kitchen just seems wrong." Dean said reaching forward and grabbing Castiel's wrists to pull his hands away from his underwear.
"Whipping what out?" Castiel asked confusedly, letting Dean turn him around and push him out of the room and towards the stairs.
"Never mind. Just change in your room! Jesus." Dean replied.
"Alright," Castiel said, giving in and heading up the stairs.
Dean sighed and watched the angel walk up the stairs. His eyes couldn't not drift down from his back. The white undershirt had ridden up a couple inches to expose the waistband of his underwear and the small of his back. He wished time would stop so he could stare at the two small dimples just over his hips and the way the wet fabric of his underwear clung to his ass and thighs as he walked. The only thing that would make the view better was if his underwear was made of a thin, white fabric instead.
Dean ran his fingers through his hair once Cas had disappeared from sight, trying to get a grasp on everything that had happened. Demons existed, though he probably shouldn't be too surprised about that one since they had an angel living in the house. Demons existing only made sense. However, said angel had just killed a demon, which could mean that more would come to avenge their buddy. He'd seen a dead body and the site of what was probably a Satanic ritual, and then almost died himself. He heard Castiel kill a demon. Only a few moments ago, he'd been fantasizing about Castiel's ass. It was almost too much adventure for one day.
Castiel came back down the stairs in a new, dry sweater and a dry pair of jeans. Presumably, he was wearing dry underwear, too.
"Alright, let's call the cops about the body. God, they better not make us lead them to it." Dean sighed, getting up from the couch he'd collapsed onto.
"Do you want a glass of water?" Castiel asked curiously.
"How 'bout a glass of Everclear?" Dean replied, moving to the landline phone in the kitchen.
"Well, water tends to be rather clear," Castiel said after a momentary pause.
"Everclear is a type of alcohol, Cas," Dean said with a small smile.
"Oh. You're getting water." Castiel replied.
"I figured as much." Dean hummed, dialing 911 on the phone while his guardian angel doted on him.
The phone call was more tedious than anything, as he sat down and twirled the cord around his finger while answering all the operator's questions about where he was and the body they'd found. Apparently, the police had been dispatched and would arrive at the house soon, but he still couldn't hang up the phone.
"Cas, can you let them in?" Dean asked when the police arrived and knocked at the door.
Castiel nodded and went to the front door. The men outside were rather large, especially for humans, and came in a pack of three.
"Good morning, kid. May we come in?" One of the officers asked.
Castiel blinked at the greeting, momentarily forgetting that he was inhabiting the body of a teenager. He wordlessly stepped aside to let the group inside the house and shut the door behind them as soon as they were inside.
"Alright, was it just you who found the body?" The lead officer asked him.
"No, I was with Dean when we found it," Castiel replied, leading them back to the kitchen where Dean was sitting with his water.
"Alright, and where did you find the body?"
"It was out in a weird little shack in the ravine," Dean said.
"I can you lead you back to it. Dean should stay here; he seems rather shaken." Castiel spoke up.
"I'm fine, Cas. Stop treating me like a damn child." Dean huffed.
"Alright, well, why don't you two show us where you found the body, we'll call in some paramedics to take care of it, and then we'll all go down to the station. We have some questions to ask you, boys." One of the officers said.
"Alright, we'll get our shoes back on," Castiel said, moving to help Dean to his feet.
"Cas, let go of me," Dean said, swatting at the angel's hands. "Just get some dry shoes on, for Christ's sake."
Castiel nodded and let go of Dean obediently before going to the front of the house to pull on a spare pair of tennis shoes that were still dry. Once they were all ready, they lead the police officers out of the house and locked the door behind them again. Then, they started the trek back into the ravine.
"Be careful of the rocks, they're very slippery," Castiel commented when they got to the creek, stepping very cautiously to get across.
Dean rolled his eyes as he followed after Castiel across the creek, leading the team of police officers and watching as they crossed the creek one by one, like a stupid-looking group of baby ducks. From there, they found and followed the trail of rocks all the way back to the large pentagram and rickety old wooden shed.
"The body is in there," Castiel said, pointing to the shed.
One of the police officers were taking pictures of the site for evidence, and the group all walked into the old shack together. In a few moments, they re-emerged, one of them talking into his radio to call for a team of paramedics.
"Alright, it'll take a few minutes for them to get here. When they do, we'll all head back to the station to ask you two some questions. When we're all done, we'll get you two a ride home. Are your parents at work?" One of the officers asked.
"Yeah, they are," Dean said, keeping close to Castiel as they stood with the officers. When the paramedics arrived for the body and the area was taped off, they left to go back to the police cars parked in front of the house.
Dean sat in the back of one car with Castiel, trying not to look too nervous about riding in a police car and going to a police station. "Cas, if they split us up to ask us questions separately, for the love of God, think before you speak."
"What do you mean?" Castiel asked with a small frown.
"I mean, don't say any weird shit. For once in your life, don't act like an absolute child, okay?" Dean sighed.
"Alright. I'll do my best." Castiel replied.
"We will be separating you two. We just want to make sure the stories are coherent and cover all our bases. You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to hide." One of the officers said from the front of the car.
"That's fair." Dean hummed.
"Don't worry, I've never lied before," Castiel said honestly. Dean shot him a dirty look.
"I'm sure, kid, I'm sure." One of the officers sighed.
They all walked inside together as they reached the police station, and then back to separate questioning rooms.
Castiel walked with one of the officers into a private room and sat down at the small table while the officer set a tape recorder down on the table and pushed a cassette into it, then hit a button on the device.
"Alright. Let's start easy. What's your name?" The officer asked, sitting down on the other side of the table.
"Castiel," Castiel replied.
"Alright. What's your last name, Castiel?"
"I don't have a last name."
"What do you mean you don't have a last name?"
"Exactly that. My name is Castiel, just Castiel."
"Listen, kid, I'm sure you're in shock, but you should really be taking this seriously. Someone's died, you know. Now, what's your full name?"
Castiel blinked at the question. He didn't want to lie to the man. He cocked his head at the officer and looked at him confusedly. Then, he figured it might not be lying if he told the officer the name of his vessel. That would probably be allowed.
"Jimmy Novak. I'm Jimmy Novak." Castiel said.
"Is that your final answer?" The officer asked with a sigh.
"Yes."
The officer took a small note on his notepad.
"Alright, Jimmy. Let's start from the beginning. Why aren't you and your buddy in school today?"
"I don't attend school. Dean wasn't in school because he was suspended. He punched another student a couple days ago, so he's been suspended. He'll go back on Monday."
"Alright, let me make sure I'm following you. Dean was alone at home and he invited you over. You two got bored and decided to go for a walk through the ravine behind his house?"
"Yes. Dean wanted to go for a walk through the ravine. We hiked around for a while. I fell into the creek the first time we crossed it and got all wet. Then we found the trail of rocks, and Dean wanted to see where it led. So, we followed the rocks and found the pentagram. At that point, I wanted to leave and go back to the house. It felt very wrong and unholy. Dean wanted to stay and explore the place a bit more, so we did. He walked into the shed, and it was very dark, so he couldn't see much. I kept near the entrance, but he ventured further inside. He felt the body standing up in one corner of the shack and fell backward in shock. He had a flashlight in his pocket, so he took it out and saw the girl there." Castiel explained.
"And what did the girl look like?" The officer asked.
"She was very pale. She had hair the color of sand and she was wearing a yellow sundress. The front of her dress had a large bloodstain across the center of her chest that got the ends of her hair wet with blood as well." Castiel replied honestly. "Her eyes were pitch black. She started walking forward to attack Dean, so I got between the two of them and smote – smited? – I incapacitated her. She fell to the ground and Dean was in shock, so I took him back home to get him water. That's when we called the authorities, and then you showed up."
"So, the girl wasn't dead when you found her, but mortally wounded?"
"No, she was dead. She hadn't been dead for long, though. A demon had possessed her physical form and was controlling her corpse like a marionette made of meat."
The officer wrinkled his nose at that. "… Jimmy, I'm guessing you're a fairly religious young man, right?"
"Yes, of course. I was sent by God to keep Dean safe. I'm certain that being attacked and killed by a demon wasn't a part of God's plan for him." Castiel replied with a nod.
"Alright. Okay." The officer said, rubbing his temples. "Is there any possibility that you're in shock, too? Are you absolutely sure you saw the girl walking with black eyes?"
"Of course. I wouldn't lie about a demon attack."
At about ten-thirty in the morning, the officer looked like he wanted to take a nap.
"Alright, kid. I think that's all I need from you, then." He said, turning off the recorder and walking Castiel out of the room.
"Thank you for listening. I hope you can find the killers." Castiel said, sitting down in one of the waiting seats while Dean finished his own questioning.
"You and me both, Jimmy." The officer said, walking over to another worker at a desk. "Hey, do me a favor and run the name Jimmy Novak through the database. Do we have a history of this guy at all?"
"Let me see. Is Novak spelled N-O-V-A-K?" The desk worker asked.
"Yeah, like the lady in Vertigo." The officer nodded.
The worker nodded and typed a bit on her desktop computer, then glanced from the screen to the teenager sitting a few yards away, and back to the screen. "I'll be damned…"
"What? Did we have something?" The officer asked, moving to stand behind her and see.
"Yeah. Jimmy Novak is an orphan who disappeared from his orphanage in Topeka about three years ago. He's got to be about twenty now." She said, looking over at the boy in the sweater, who was looking around the station peacefully from his seat. "He doesn't look any different than his picture, though."
"Kid ages well, I guess. Or he got out of puberty early." The officer breathed, looking over the file on the screen.
"One of the other orphans close to him, Deandra Jackson, said he told her, 'Jimmy isn't here anymore' and walked off, and that his voice had changed drastically. Apparently, it suddenly seemed very hoarse and strained." The woman read off to him.
"It does sound like that. The kid said that his name was Castiel and that God sent him to protect his buddy." The officer thought aloud.
The worker looked over at the dark-haired teenager in the chair again, who was now staring emotionless back at her, his head cocked to one side like a confused puppy.
"Jesus. Well, he's definitely weird. Let's keep him flagged, just in case." The officer sighed. "Does he have any other history in there? Or just that he's been missing?"
"No, he's just been missing for a few years. He has no criminal history whatsoever."
"Alright. We'll keep our eyes on him. Technically, he is an adult now, even if he doesn't look it. We can let his old orphanage know that we found him, just in case they'll want to know."
"Alright. Is there any way we can get him to stop staring at us?" The woman asked.
"I'll distract him." The officer said, walking over to Castiel. "Hey, Jimmy, do you want coffee or water or anything? I don't know how much longer they'll be with Dean."
Castiel looked up at him and shook his head. "Thank you, no. I'll be alright waiting here until they're done."
"Alright. If you want or need anything, just ask her." The officer replied, pointing to the desk worker.
Castiel nodded in understanding and watched as the officer left to review the tape recording. In a few minutes, Dean and his officer emerged together.
"Alright, let's get you two a ride home. We'll call you if we need anything else." The new officer said.
Dean nodded and told the officer his mother's work phone number and moved to sit down next to Castiel.
"Hugh? Hey, can you come here and listen to this to make sure I'm not crazy?" Castiel's officer called from another room.
Castiel looked over, then heard the audio recording of his voice that was slightly distorted by a high-pitched whining sound. The officers quietly discussed it while as the woman at the desk talked to Mary on the phone.
"God, that was a pain in the ass." Dean huffed as they waited together in the station. "I hope they don't need anything else from us. I want to go home and I want pie."
Castiel turned his attention back to Dean. "There might be some left at home." He said. "Your mother sounds rather frazzled."
"What? How can you tell, the phone's way over there?" Dean asked.
"Dean, I'm an angel. I can hear a lot more than just a phone call being held a few yards away." Castiel said with a small sigh.
Dean blinked at the sudden sass from the angel who had yet to get a firm grasp on humor or sarcasm. It was jarring, to say the least. "Damn, alright Cas."
Mary didn't take more than a few minutes to arrive at the police station after the phone call. The woman looked worried, though relieved to find her son and the angel unharmed and safe in the police station.
"Dean, Castiel." She breathed, gathering them both in her arms to hug them close. "What the hell were you doing?"
"We went walking in the woods and found a body," Castiel explained to her simply as he let the woman stroke his hair.
Mary blinked at the explanation. "How about you two stay inside while you're home alone from now on, alright?"
"No problem, Mom." Dean said, walking out with her and Castiel to her car. "Mom, do we have any more pie?"
