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Sam sighed as he finished drawing the last of the sigils around Cas' bed. After a moment's thought, he began drawing them around his and his brother's bed. It couldn't hurt after all. Downstairs, he could hear Dean explaining to Cas the pros and cons of different guns. Now that the angel was human, he needed to learn how to use them. Cas was even adding some things to the conversation, which Sam thought was pretty good for him. It made Sam think that his friend was starting to get over whatever the hell Pestilence gave him. He smiled to himself when they got into a debate over which shot gun was more efficient. Yeah, Cas was definitely getting over this bug.

"But what I do not understand is why there is so little ammunition," Castiel said, "It would make more sense if there was a bigger clip size."

"But that isn't what type of gun it is," Dean told him, "Specific guns have specific characteristics. Clip size is one of them."

"It still does not make sense." Dean looked at him for a few seconds before grinning.

"I know it doesn't. But hey, life is awesome like that. Things just don't make sense sometimes. Well, a lot of the time actually. Especially when it comes to women."

"What do women have to do with what type of gun is the best?" Castiel asked confused, coughing slightly half way through. Dean laughed, and shook his head.

"Not a damn thing. That's another thing I'm going to have to teach you about."

"I can hardly wait," the angel muttered, and if Dean didn't know any better, he would think that Castiel had just made a joke.

"Sigils are done!" Sam announced, coming down the stairs. "We should be angel free know."

"Great job Sammy," Dean told him, "Now we can all get some sleep!"

"But I'm not tired." The Winchesters chuckled, and Dean patted Castiel on the shoulder.

"Well when you are tired, Michael won't be bothering you," he said.

"No one will," Sam added.

"Alright, thanks a bunch. Yes, I know that I owe you, shut up," they heard Bobby say, and the sound of a wall phone being clicked into place.

"Who was that?" the younger Winchester asked.

"That was Rufus. He heard that Pestilence was in Jacobsville, Illinois, and thought we would want to know."

"That's great," Dean said, "We could probably get there by tonight if we leave now." Castiel seemed to sink into the couch, his shoulders slumping a little. The angel knew that getting the Horsemen Rings were top priority, especially if they only had three weeks left. But it still made him uneasy about the Winchesters leaving, and maybe a little hurt.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, "We could be back in a couple of days too."

"Then what are you idgits waiting for?" Bobby asked, "Get going."

"Good luck," Castiel told them quietly.

"Are you alright, Cas?" Dean asked concerned. The former angel smiled at him briefly.

"Yes, of course. Be careful." Dean nodded.

"Call if anything happens," he told him, before getting up to pack his duffel bag, Sam close behind him.

"The boys will be fine," Bobby said, trying to reassure Castiel. "They'll be back before you know it." Castiel nodded, before looking out the window. Bobby was right of course. So then why did he have this bad feeling in the pit of his stomach?

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