Sam clenched his fists, a vein in his forehead started to inflate, and he did everything in his power to keep himself from throwing the nearby chair across the room. Instead, he sat himself on the bed, taking deep breaths. Dean, on the other hand, just looked overly concerned, pacing up and down the room.

"How did she even find us?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," Dean said, angrily. "We're all hidden, dammit."

Dean paced for a little while longer, and finally came up with a plan.

"We need to call Cass," Dean said, slowing his pace down a bit more. "He might know where she took him."

"I doubt it," Sam said. "How on earth would-?"

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Sam, looking dejected, and slightly frustrated, displayed his silence as a means of agreeing with Dean. Dean sighed heavily and looked up to the heavens.

"Cass, get down here, we need your help."

The two of them stayed quiet, looking aimlessly around the room. Once they realized he wasn't answering that call, Dean started getting furious.

"Damn it, Cass! We need your fucking help!"

More silence, more looking, and Castiel still didn't appear. Sam buried his face in his hands, fighting his urges to destroy things, and Dean took a seat on his bed. The two of them were struggling to think of a plan, and it was apparent by the looks on their faces.

"They could be anywhere," Sam said, anxiety pouring out of his voice.

"I know," Dean said. "God dammit, Cass! Where the hell are you?"

Spencer's POV

Spencer and Anna appeared in a lavish home, with two staircases to the second story, a grand foyer as an entrance to the house, and a large chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling. The rest of the home was not in view, because they were only at the entrance. Anna tried to guide Spencer into the rest of the house, but he wouldn't budge. Anna looked at him, rejected, and gently laid her hand on his shoulder.

"This is your home," she said. "Why don't you want to come in?"

Spencer stayed quiet. Anna took his hand, and tried to lead him into the house. Spencer stumbled a bit, but still held his ground, making Anna a bit mad.

"Please come in," she said. "This home just doesn't feel right without you."

"I'm not coming in," Spencer said, loud and clear. "I know what you want, and I won't help you."

"What do you mean?" She asked, innocently. "I just want you to stay with me, son. This is where you belong."

"No. If I let you take me in, your requests will just get bigger and bigger until you finally send me off to kill Sam. I won't do it, and you know it. He's my boyfriend, and I care about him."

Anna sighed, and let go of his hand.

"What can I do to convince you to stay here?"

"You can remove yourself from existence," an emotionless voice said from behind her. Castiel whipped out the angel-slaying blade hidden up his sleeve, and attempted to shove it in her stomach. Anna sidestepped out of the way, and pulled her own blade out of her pocket, slashing at Castiel. He deflected her attack, and attempted to slice her neck, but she ducked, and managed to cut his arm, but only slightly. Castiel managed to ignore the minor injury he received, and lunged at her. She tried to take a stab at him as an attempt to counter, but he knocked the blade out of her hand, and tried to take another stab at her. With impeccable reflexes, Anna caught the blade in between the palms of her hands, holding it firmly so Castiel could not move it any further. She kneed him in the stomach, stunning him long enough for her to retrieve her blade, and take another chance at slicing him, but he blocked the blade, and shoved her away from him.

"Leave him alone," Castiel said, still in his battle stance. "Sam Winchester is not proving to be a danger. Don't try to make this poor boy do something terrible."

"He's half angel, Castiel," she said, sternly. "If he stays up here, he can utilize his full potential as an angel, and he can help us fight Lucifer."

"I know why you want him, and your lies won't convince me. Leave, now."

"Or what?"

"I'll kill you, that's what."

"You just tried that, and nothing came of it."

"Fine. Why don't we let Spencer decide what he wants, then?"

They both turned to Spencer, who was still frozen in fear by the front door. Spencer looked at the both of them, nervous because of how they put him on the spot.

"I…I won't kill Sam. You just can't make me."

"Fine," Anna said. "You're just not ready yet. I understand." She disappeared, and the beautiful home around Spencer and Castiel disappeared as well. Spencer looked around in awe, not used to the power of the angels. The landscape, now, was just made of a deserted wasteland with no vegetation or civilization in sight.

"Where did it go?" Spencer asked, still looking around.

"Anna changed this dimension," Castiel replied. "Let's go somewhere more inviting." He held onto Spencer's shoulders, and they appeared in a new environment. This appeared to be a grassy field, with a giant tree above the two of them, providing a vast amount of shade. There were very few clouds in the sky, and the sun was shining brightly. Castiel gestured to the tree, and Spencer approached it, taking a seat against it. Castiel sat beside him, gazing at the grassy field in front of them.

"Thank you for saving me," Spencer said.

"Of course," Castiel said. "If you're Sam and Dean's friend, then you're my friend as well."

"Sam and I are more than friends," Spencer said, blushing slightly. Castiel noticed the redness in his face, and his slight smile died a bit.

"Is he a good…boyfriend? That's what they call it, right?"

"Yes," Spencer said, laughing. "That's what you call it. And yes, he's better than any guy I've ever been with so far."

"That's good," Castiel said. "I'm glad he treats you well. You deserve it."

"Aw, thanks, Cass." Spencer smiled and softly patted Castiel's shoulder. Castiel smiled back, and patted Spencer's shoulder in return. They gazed out into the open field, enjoying the sights.

"Spencer," Castiel said, breaking the silence. "We should probably start teaching you how to use your ability to its full potential. Lucifer will be walking on earth sooner than we think, and you need to be prepared."

"I agree," Spencer said. "When will this training start?"

"Now." Castiel stood up, and held his hand out to Spencer. Spencer took it, and Castiel helped him up.

"But shouldn't we get back first?"

"We will. You're going take us back."

"But I don't even know—"

"Relax, Spencer. Just concentrate on where you want to be, and you'll get there."

Spencer took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He stood there for a while, and once he opened his eyes, he looked around, and groaned dejectedly when he realized he was still in the same place.

"It's alright," Castiel said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Just concentrate."

Spencer nodded, took another deep breath, and tried again. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was back in the motel room, and his face lit up.

"I did it, Cass!" he exclaimed, turning to Castiel. Sam and Dean jumped, surprised at the two of them popping in out of nowhere.

"Oh my God," Sam said, getting up from the bed and bringing Spencer into a tight hug. "I was so worried about you. Are you alright? Did Anna hurt you?"

"I'm fine," Spencer said, laughing. "Cass scared her away. Hopefully for a long time."

"It's good to have you back, bud," Dean said, ruffling Spencer's hair up a bit with his hand.

"Thanks, Dean," Spencer said, smiling.

"Spencer's angel abilities are growing faster than I imagined," Castiel said. "He was the one that brought us here."

"Really?" Sam asked, looking at Spencer.

"It's true," Spencer said, proudly.

"Good job!" Sam gently kissed his forehead, making Spencer's face turn bright red. Dean smirked at their romantically adorable moment, and Castiel looked away until it was over.

"How long do you think it will take him to learn to make someone invincible?" Sam asked.

"Hopefully not long," Castiel said. "I just need to spend some time with him to help him learn this power."

"Can we tag along when you do?"

Castiel gave Sam a puzzled look.

"You know," Sam said. "For moral support. Maybe us being there will help him feel more at ease."

"I…" Castiel said, thinking as he spoke. "I don't see why not. 'The more the merrier' as you humans say, right?"

"Awesome," Dean said. "We get to watch you be all angelic and stuff."

"I have some things to attend to," Castiel said. "I'm sure I'll see you guys again soon."

"Cass!" Spencer said before he disappeared.

"Yes?"

"Thank you, again, for saving me. I can't imagine what I'd become if I would have stayed with her. She'd probably have turned me into some mindless puppet. So thank you.

"Like I said, you're my friend. It's my job to protect you." Castiel disappeared, leaving the three guys in their motel room.

Sam and Dean offered to get some food for Spencer, and since Spencer was hungry, he took up the offer. They drove out to the nearest fast food restaurant and ordered burgers and fries all around, bringing it back to the motel for a more comfortable place to eat. While they ate, Sam and Dean asked him about Anna and why she took him. Spencer told them about how she wanted him to stay in heaven with her, but he refused because he knows that she wants to kill Sam.

"I can't believe her," Sam said. "So I'm a little messed up. It's not like I drink the demon blood anymore, so why on earth would she want to kill me?"

"I don't know," Spencer said.

"Well we're gonna fight her off as hard as we can," Dean said.

"Amen," Sam said, drinking some of his soda.

To let loose and blow off some stress, they went out to a local bar, even though Spencer couldn't drink. Even though he had his fake I.D. that they gave him, he wasn't all for it, so he just hung out with them and kept the company. They chatted and laughed, and did some people watching. Dean mostly participated in woman watching, and Sam suggested that him and Spencer go back to the motel, that way he could flirt freely without boring the other two. So he drove them back to the motel, and headed back to the bar. Once Sam and Spencer got back into the room, they laid down on their bed, cuddling and being affectionate as most couples would. After kissing and "being affectionate" for a while, Sam pulled away from their locked lips and Spencer laid his head on his chest. Sam ran his hand through Spencer's hair, and the two of them couldn't look any happier.

"Hey, babe," Sam said. "Do you really think Anna is your mother?"

"I really don't know," he said. "Whether she is or not, I want nothing to do with her. I won't kill my boyfriend."

"Aw," Sam said, chuckling. "I knew I asked you out for a reason."

Spencer giggled and looked up at Sam, who gave Spencer a quick peck on the lips, and resumed running his hand through this hair.

"You know," Sam said. "If she gets mad, and tries to hurt you, I won't hesitate to kill her."

"I know…" Spencer said.

"Will you be okay?"

"I will. I just wish there was a way to change her mind. It would be nice if I could reconnect with my mother, and be all happy again about my family life, but she left me and my dad to fend for ourselves, and now she's trying to make a connection with me. She doesn't even care about me, it seems. She just wants to use me to kill you."

"I'm really sorry," Sam said, pulling him closer and holding him tightly. "I really wish she would see things your way."

"I do too," Spencer said, looking up at him. "At least I have you and Dean."

Sam smiled warmly at him, and pressed his lips onto Spencer's, kissing him passionately. Their lips moved as one, and Sam rubbed his back as their lips were locked.

"You're always going to have us," Sam whispered, their faces still intimately close. "We'll always support you. I promise."

Spencer smiled, and planted a soft kiss on Sam's lips before laying back on his chest.

"Thank you," Spencer said. "I really do appreciate it."

"We should get to sleep, babe. You've had kind of a long day."

"Just one more kiss before we go to sleep?"

Sam chuckled a bit, kissing him gently. Spencer smiled.

"One more?"

Sam laughed, and gave him yet another kiss.

"Last one?" Spencer asked innocently.

"Last one," Sam said. He made sure it was a satisfyingly passionate kiss, making it last. It was almost as if Sam forgot that he was trying to get Spencer to sleep, and was getting caught in the moment.

"Okay okay," he said, pulling away. "You really should get some sleep now, mister."

"Oh, alright," Spencer said, securely placing his head on Sam's muscular chest, snuggling closely to him.

"G'night, babe," Sam said, softly kissing his forehead.

"G'night…" Spencer said, trailing off as he fell asleep.

Sam chuckled lightly, and gently rubbed Spencer's head, as he was sound asleep. Sam, soon enough, closed his eyes and his hand stopped moving, as he too, drifted off into sleep.