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Dean fumes in silence all the way to Windom. Sam doesn't believe it's just because their dad had another son that they were never told about. He doesn't dwell on it, but instead tries to calm Dean down. Long story short, it doesn't work.

Dean ends up taking out all of his anger on the ghouls, barely saving Adam's mother. Afterwards, Sam and Dean sit down and talk to her about the supernatural. She believes them, by some miracle, and calls Adam over.

"Castiel? We'd like to prove the supernatural exists to Adam, would you please come here?" Sam prays aloud. For the past few days, his older brother had refused to even mention Castiel, so he does it instead as the three brothers sit in Adam's living room. Castiel appears, a trench coat over the same outfit she wore last time Dean saw her, though her hair had returned into its usual look, cascading past her shoulders in tangles. "Adam, this is Castiel, she's an angel. Cas, this is-"

"Adam Milligan, your brother. I know," Castiel interrupts. Dean looks away from her and she purposely ignores him in return.

"Right. Cassie or-

"We have kept an eye on all of the Winchester bloodline, Adam is no exception."

"So, you're an angel of Heaven?" Adam says in disbelief.

"I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord," she responds darkly. "Cassie and I would like to leave now."

"How is she? Cassie, that is. I mean the last time we saw each other was..." Sam rubs the back of his neck.

"She's fine," Castiel answers curtly.

"Who's Cassie?" Adam looks between the angel and his brothers.

"I'm Cassie." The angel smiles, and a great change in her poise becomes obvious to Adam. "Cas uses my body so he doesn't kill people with his true form. It's good to see you alive and in person, Adam."

"Do you know me the same way Castiel knows me, then?"

"I shouldn't tell you until you're protected enough," she says, easily dodging the question. "I assume you've dealt with the ghouls."

"Yeah, we have," Dean responds. Cassie turns her face away, the smile slipping off of her face.

"Is there something I'm missing?" Adam whispers to Sam.

"If so, I'm missing it too." Sam leans over his chair's arm rest to him.

"Castiel is going to take control again. Goodbye, Sam and Adam." She glances quickly at Dean and noticeably gulps. "Take him to Bobby. Teach him to defend himself and look for the Supernatural books by Carver Edlund."

"Okay," says Sam, as Dean doesn't look keen on saying anything. Instead, the older Winchester watches her grimly as Castiel takes over and disappears.

"So, what's going on between you and Cassie?" Adam asks curiously as he sits in the backseat of the Impala.

"Nothing," Dean says curtly, gripping the steering wheel even tighter.

"No, Adam's right Dean, something's going on," Sam agrees. "Has been since the whole Zachariah thing."

"Nothing's going on," Dean insists.

"Is it... Oh my god, how could I forget? You two were married." Sam realizes.

"Wait. Dean and Cassie were married?"

"Not exactly. Before we got you, Dean, Cassie, and I all had are memories swapped with a normal person's. Cassie and Dean had memories of getting married and probably more. How could I not have thought of that before. It makes more sense, with the whole avoiding and ignoring each other thing." Sam resists the urge to hit his head against something. "And then our real memories were returned."

"So they thought they were married and in love, but then their memories came back?" Adam checks.

"Could we please stop talking about this? It doesn't matter anyways." Dean grips the wheel tightly so he doesn't suddenly spin them off the road and hurt his precious Baby. Sam turns to Adam and shrugs. Adam returns the actions and they watch the road go by in complete silence.

"So what's up with your brother?" Bobby asks Sam. Dean had left to get sleep and Adam was in his new room as well.

"Well, I know you know about the Zachariah incident, but I don't think we told you that Cassie was there too." Sam says nervously. "They believed they were married and I think there's more that neither are mentioning. But they were in love with each other deeply, and, um, married. And not the fighting-constantly kind, either."

Bobby nods solemnly as if things make more sense now. "He's acting the same as I did when my wife died."

"Are you saying that...?"

"He's heartbroken."

"Cas, I'd like to talk if you're available. Please, Cas. No one's else with me." Sam calls out. He's standing in Bobby's junkyard, looking around. The sound of wings makes him spin around. "Hey Cas."

"What do you want to talk about, Sam Winchester?" Castiel's tone is cold, but it is not without any curiosity.

"I was wondering if you could tell me what's going on with Dean and you. Both you and Cassie." Sam watches her sheepishly.

"I can," Castiel answers, but makes no effort in saying much more.

"Would you please tell me?" Sam pleads. Castiel pauses, brows furrowed in thought.

"Yes. Cassie says it's alright to tell you," Castiel says solemnly. "In our memories of the life Zachariah gave us, we were happy," a wisp of a smile appears on the angel's face, "and in love. We had lived with him for the last three years and were nearing our first anniversary since our wedding. We thought this body was carrying another life for the last two weeks." The smile disappears. "And then our memories were returned. We agreed that we were not in love and that's the end. There's no more of the Smiths."

"So you two... Oh god. You thought you were going to have a child." Sam watches as Castiel's face becomes pained. He reaches out tentatively and hugs her. She stands there awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. Sam notices her comfort and explains, "it's a form of comfort. You're supposed to hug back."

"Oh," is her intelligent response and she cautiously puts her arms around his waist. She looks up, blue eyes bright and questioning. "Is this correct?"

"Er, yeah." Sam turns his head away.

"I feel less pained, thank you." They let their arms fall and both of them step back. "Sam, you are a more pleasant man than the other angels tell."

"Thank you?" Sam replies, unsure of whether or not to take that as a compliment. He blinks and she is gone.

"Cas? How are you feeling?" I ask him. I know that Sam helped us a little, but neither of us have been feeling well or even trying to acknowledge what happened since the 'Zachariah incident'. "Cas, we need to talk about this. We need to talk about the- the child."

"What about the child? It wasn't real," says Castiel. His voice is apathetic, but I've become more in tune to the subtleties that reveal his true emotions to know that there is a hint of sadness underneath his harshness.

"We both know that that doesn't matter. We believed we were holding a new life in our body. And it's alright to accept the pain." I nearly begin crying- it's always been weird for me to cry, as I have never cried when being in control of my body, so it only ends up in a complicated, confusing mess.

"I just, well, I never knew how much this hurt before. Is this what humans feel? How do they live?" And I feel our pain synchronize. But I've had my whole life having to deal with fact that things are often out of my hands, so I can handle this more than my angel.

"We gather our strength and continue moving." I breathe deeply. "And we make sure that if we break down, it is where we are either in a safe environment with people who care for us, or alone where no one can see us."

"Is that what you've done?" Cas asks. Oh, that's an awkward question to ask. But it's Cas; he doesn't know any better and he says it without ill intention.

"It is. Yes," I answer, swallowing down my pride. "I didn't want to worry my family so I would often break down when they were away."

"We are alone and I have put wards up," he tells me. Suddenly I'm gasping for air and I see hands. My hands. I look up, light surrounding me.

"Cas?" I reach out.

"That is what you call me, yes." I recognize the voice and I laugh a little.

"It's nice to see you without my soul being tethered to your being." I say, not able to keep the grin off my face. Then I realize what he is trying to do and I break down. Warmth surrounds me and his grace flares. "I'm glad I am here with you, Castiel. Thank you."

"I feel better now that you're back inside of me, as strange as that sounds aloud," I say. After the comforting session I allowed him control of my body again. "We need a self-destruct thing though."

"What do you mean?"

"If anyone take you from me and succeed, they'll also want your knowledge."

"And we cannot have them knowing about you."

"Exactly. I don't want you to forget forever, just while you are outside of me."

"There is a way to do that. I can prepare it for an emergency."

"Let's get started then."