Sniper's POV

Castiel. All sound asleep in her room. I don't even know how she could sleep that fast. I shook my head at the thought, feeling myself smile. I push my thoughts away, heading outside to get some fresh air. My mind suddenly wandered off to Cass again.

So, I sat on the bench feelin miserable and at the same time... Relieved.

All I can do now is sit here, and think of the times we both spend our time together. I can't help myself.

I felt someone's eye on me, finding out that it's Scout.

"So... Having those... Moments around Cass, huh?"

"No." I didn't look at him.

"Don't lie. I saw how you look at her. I know that look since... Uh..."

"Of Miss Pauling..." I sighed, " Well, I don't know..."

"About?"

"Castiel."

"Oh. Don't worry about it. She doesn't realize it yet."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean by that?"

"I think you know... Sis is pretty slow at it, too. So, take it easy on her, okay?" Little ankle-biter... He looked at me before walking back inside.

I rub my forehead, trying not to think about it.

"E-Excuse me..." A raspy and sore voice had said. I turn around to see a man who looked to be around 50, looking weak and filthy, but at the same time, a bit buff and taller. "I'm sorry if I startled you, but... I must see..." He stopped, grasping hold onto his chest, having a coughing fit. He collapsed and I hurry over to him. I helped him up as the smell of alcohol, and iron hit my nose.

"Oi, oi! Hey! You a'right?" He couldn't stop with that coughing, making me wonder why he is here out on his own. I helped him up, and he tried to stay awake.

"I'll help ye in, have our medic check up on you..." I told him. "Why the bloody hell are you doing out here, old man...?" He didn't answered. I entered the base.

"Medic! A little help over here!"

I waited outside, along with Spy and Engie. Medic in his clinic with the stranger. I don't know why I let him in. I never do that, except... Well, if it's the new recruit. But I'm not going to think about that. Think about what the old man is doing here. He did say that he wanted to meet someone... But who...?

"Sniper. Engie. Spy. Come here, sie bitte." I heard Medic say. We went in and saw that the stranger has his chest open, showing his guts and... And... Is that a heart?

"Whot is that?"

"Zhis... Is a vorking masterpiece." Medic carefully lift it up with his hands, but kept close to the body.

"My. That's a beauty." Engie said with an impressed look. "I never seen a man have something so precious."

"What do you think happened to him?"

"He seems to be involved with the military." Spy pointed out the stranger's sleeve. A print of a star on his sleeve and the initials S. A. M. under it. (I made it all up, guys)

"And he's a bit of a cyborg." Medic showed the stranger's left arm and right leg. Metal.

"He said he wanted to meet someone. Here. In our base." I told them.

"Who?" I shook my head, not knowing who. Wait... Maybe-

"Guys, do you guys know where my machete went? I know I left it-" Cass's voice. The door opened.

We all stood next to the Stranger and Castiel looked at us, confused. We all looked at her. Her eyes moved towards the 'cyborg.' Her eyes widen.

"What the hell... Who's that?"

_Castiel's POV_

There. Laying on the bed... A man with the familiar face, looking like he's dead.

Funny... I asked them that question.

"Nein! He's not. Don't worry! He's unconscious. I gave him something so he doesn't feel a thing." I spot the metal thing he is holding.

I hurry over to him. "Wha-" I look at the face of this old geezer. I blinked. "Oh. No. Fricking. Way." I couldn't believe my fricking eyes.

"Whot, sheila?"

"You guys can stay if you want." I told them. I look at Engie.

"Engie, may I have your tools?"

"Uh... Sure...?"

"Thank you."

It only took me an hour and not a single peep from the guys since I started fixing the heart. Sure, they are confuse on what I'm doing. I'm just fixing the 'heart.' This man's life source, and I don't understand why he is here...

"Cass... May I ask... Do you know who he is?" Engie asked.

I wipe the sweat off my brow. "Yea... He's the Uncle I told you guys about. Simon Andrew Moore. That's what his initials stand for." I glanced at them with a smile, seeing the shock look on their some of their faces. I continued working. After a few tweaks and squeaks, it's finished. "Done... Medic?"

"But... I need to know how it all vorks..."

"Oh don't worry. He'll tell ya. He'll be awake soon."

Medic understood, using his medical magic stuff to help seal up his wounds and any other opened areas. I look at the old man. It has been a while... I grab his hand, seeing that he has the bracelet on. The one I gave him. I grinned. "He still has it."

Sniper walked up behind me. "I found 'im out there. Says he's looking for you before he became unconscious.."

"Thanks, Sniper. For bringing him in." I smiled, looking back at Sniper. He has that small smile. I let go of my old uncle's hand.

He chuckled, patting on my head. "Well... You're welcome, Castiel." I scratched my cheek, soon seeing my little brother taking a peek... Well... The rest of them are just looking at us. I gave them my evil look when they just look at us with silly face. They flee when they saw me looking. I look back up at Sniper, seeing that his cheeks are a bit red.

"You okay, there, Snipie?"

He cleared his throat. "Yea. Ahem. Well..." He grabbed his hat and held on to it. "Yea. I'm alright. It's just the..."

I tried not to laugh. He smirked, "What's so funny?"

"Your face is so red, it's kind of cute." I grinned, trying not to blush myself.

"Oh whotever." He rolled his eyes with a smile.

I laughed, then sighed. I look back at Uncle. "Poor old geezer... I hope he's alright after all that..." I looked at his arm and leg. I sighed.

"He'll be a'right. You'll see. Now, I'll be outside if ya need me. A'right?" Sniper told me. I nodded. He was about to leave, but I stopped him by huggin him. He was surprised, and just placed an arm around me, hugging me back.

"Thanks again."

"Hm. No problem, sheila." I let go. He pat my head, putting his hat on, and tipped it downward. He walked out, glancing back at me with a small smile.

Scout's POV

I looked through the window, seeing Sniper walking out. "So... Turns out that it's her none-blood-related Uncle?" I asked him when he opened the door.

"Yea. You should probably go talk to your sister."

"Eh well... Later." I looked back at Cass.

(Eh. I tried. It has been a while. I felt like I failed it. But at the same time, it seemed okay.)