A/N: Okay, hope you enjoy this chapter.


"I'm dead to you," Castiel said coldly.


"Cas," Dean began to explain but Castiel cut him off.

"No, you don't have to justify yourself, I understand,"

"No, you don't! I didn't mean it, I was upset, I'm so sorry,"

"You don't have to be sorry,"

"Yes I do!"

Castiel was about to argue but stopped. He tilted his head to the side, like he was trying to prick his ears up like a puppy.

"Cas?"

He didn't answer, just carried on listening.

"Cas-"

"Shh,"

Dean stayed quiet and waited. He looked over to the chair where Dream-Sam was still asleep; when he looked back Castiel was gone.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, slamming his fist on the couch cushion. That's when he woke up.


He sat up and glanced around the motel room. Sam was asleep a few feet away, Bobby was asleep in Dean's bed, they'd insisted he stay the night and head out in the morning and Dean had insisted Bobby take the bed while he slept on the couch. Dean threw the spare sheets off him and stood up. He spotted Castiel's trench coat on the floor next to his bed and picked it up, wrapping it round his arm a few times to fold it up. He wondered into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He went back to stare. He was pale and his eyes were darker than usual. He chuckled slightly at how just one day without Castiel could do this to him, then his heart sank when he thought about years of not seeing Castiel. Then he remembered the dream; maybe Castiel could visit him every night, or at least every other night. Another thought crept into his mind.

Why did Cas leave so quickly?

Did Raphael catch him?

Why did he look so scared at the thought of Raphael finding out?

What was the punishment for interacting with humans?

He shook his head to try and stop thinking about it. Then he got images in his head of Raphael hurting Castiel, or some other angel hurting him. His blood boiled when he though about it. Dean sighed and went back out to try and get some sleep.


One week later

Castiel had been gone for over a week now and Dean hadn't changed. He didn't want to work any cases and whenever Sam dragged him out he ended up saying something inappropriate. Once he almost told a cop they were talking to that their badges weren't real and that they were wanted in around ten different states. Castiel hadn't appeared to him in any dreams either since the first time.

"I'm worried," Dean stated randomly while him and Sam was watching TV.

"Worried about,,," Sam pressed, turning off the TV.

"Cas,"

Sam sighed, "Dean, he lived in heaven before,"

"Yeah, when he was a fellow drone,"

"He's tough,"

"He was scared."

"Scared?" Sam got more concerned.

"He came to see me in a dream last week,"

"Oh, that's clever," Sam mused, commenting on how it wasn't going against any rules he knew of.

"Yeah, the guys a freaking genius. Anyway, another rule no one told him or Gabriel until they got back was that they couldn't interact with any human at all,"

"So, he's not supposed to be allowed to see you in a dream? That's ridiculous!"

"I know! Anyway, when he told me Raphael couldn't find out he looked genuinely scared of him knowing,"

Sam continued watching him, "Okay…"

"And, when he left, he just left. He didn't say goodbye and before he left he looked like he was listening for something. What if Raphael found out? Cas was scared, man, what could the punishment be?"

"I see your point. I hope he's okay but there's nothing we can do, sorry Dean," Sam shrugged. He looked sincere.

"What do you mean there's nothing we can do?"

"Well, there's no way we can contact him other than praying,"

"I tried that. Fifty thousand times,"

"Exactly, so what else can we do?"

Dean looked down and thought for a second before looking back up at Sam.

"I got an idea,"

Sam could tell he wasn't going to like it.


A/N: Grrr Raphael. Sorry, review please x