As they cleared out all of their belongings from the various positions in the motel room it had ended up, it started raining. Heavy raindrops hit the window as Sam packed his toiletries back into his duffel bag, following the news report on the TV in the same time. Not much new was said; they were wanted by the police…again. It's not like they'd never had that happen before, but this time they had more people to worry about than just the two of them. This time they had dragged along Sally, who was worrying about her mother and stepfather. And off course Cas, who was not easy to transport with his broken back.

Sally and Dean were outside, getting the Impala ready. Sam looked around the room once more. Everything looked normal, aside from the broken lamp and the resulting burn on the carpet. Sam had placed some money on the nightstand to cover for the damage before he turned to shut off the TV. He turned to the bed Cas was sleeping on quietly, the redness in his face less prominent as his temperature seemed to go down; grinning as he heard the Angel's stomach growl once again. Leaning over the Angel to check on him, he was surprised to find two blue eyes staring up at him.

"Hey Cas, you're awake! How are you feeling?" He placed his hand on the Angel's shoulder, shocked by the difference in temperature since the last time. The skin felt like ice now…Cas looked at him clueless, blue eyes glazed over, no sign of recognition in their depts. Sam's smile grew. "Ah yes, morphine. Don't worry Cas, that feeling will wear off in a bit."

Suddenly the door swung open and a cold wind blew through the room, bringing in a soaked Dean. "Yo Sammy, you done yet? We're ready to roll." Realising Sam had been talking when he stepped inside; he quickly looked over at the Angel. Sparing a quick glance at his dripping form, he decided to not care about ruining Sam's cleaning job and marched over to the bed too. "How is he?" he asked worriedly, looking at Sam's hand resting on the Angel's forehead. "He's fine for now Dean, he's fever's dropped" Castiel sighed and shivered when Dean placed his own cold and wet hand on his forehead to check for himself. Dean chuckled and quickly removed it again when the Angel tried to squirm out underneath his touch. "Sorry Cas."

Another gust of wind entered as Sally opened the door, looking shocked. "There are two police cars in front of the reception. I think we should better get going?" Her voice shook slightly. Dean nodded, taking control of the situation. He turned to his brother. "Sam, get Cas dressed will ya. Use my sweatpants and one of your hoodies. And be careful with his back!" Sam nodded and started on his task. "I'll go fix that soup for Cas, the man is starved. Or wait, Sally, could you get the soup, so I can start the car and get the heater running?"

Sally nodded and walked to the little kitchen area. Sam had already started on putting on Dean's trousers on as gently as he could, but the Angel gave no sound of protest. Dean turned around and walked back outside, closing the door behind him.

While opening the can of soup and starting to heat it up, Sally looked back at the youngest Winchester, who seemed to have no trouble at all in lifting the lithe form of the Angel of the bed in order to put on his hoody. It looked to be a few sizes too big for Castiel and the sight made her grin. The Angel now looked like a little boy trying on his father's shirts...

Looking back down on his handiwork, Sam nodded in satisfaction. He placed one arm around Castiel's shoulders and the other was hooked under his knees. He started lifting the Angel from the bed, adjusting his grip until Castiel was securely held against him. He made his way towards the door, when it already opened to a stressed Dean. "Come on, they're already going 'round asking questions!" He grabbed Sam's bag and headed back out. Sally glanced at Sam "But he hasn't eating the soup yet" "Just pour it into something, he'll have to eat in the car" Sam responded and headed out too. Glancing around, Sally quickly found a plastic holder to pour the soup in, and holding it with two hands, she followed the brothers outside.

Sam was trying to place the Angel on the backseat, but Castiel was struggling, attempting to break free from Sam's hold. Finally able to put him inside the car, Sam frowned at Cas

"Relax Cas, or you'll hurt yourself!" The Angel turned glassy eyes towards him as Sally stepped in from the other side and placed his head on her lap, minding the soup in her hands. Shaking his head, Castiel started moaning, grunting out a string of words that confused the two of them. "No...no...Olivia...Sorry...Sam...leave..."

Sally frowned "Who is Olivia?" Sam was just a surprised. Off course he knew who Cas meant, but why start calling for her now. Lost in thoughts, he carefully closed the car door, before walking around to the passenger seat, folding his long legs in front of the dashboard and turned around, smoothing a hand through his wet bangs. "Olivia is Cas' younger sister...well sort of..." Finally realising Dean hadn't stepped inside yet; he turned his attention back to the outside of the car, to see Dean come running back out the motel room. His brother opened the door and tossed Cas's hospital gown on his lap. "Forgot this Sam, not a smart thing to leave behind!" His voice was tense, the stress of the situation clearly audible. Sam sighed "Sorry Dean, my bad" he fumbled the gown into a ball before stashing it in one of the pockets of the car, angry at himself for forgetting such things. He used to be the one to think of such things. Dean uttered a growl in response, eyes trained on the road as he peeled out of the parking lot.

Sighing, Dean risked a glance towards his brother, taking in the slumped shoulders and dark circles around Sam's eyes. "It's fine Sam…Why don't you take some rest, huh. You look like you could use it" A small smile lifted the corners of Sam, but he shook his head. "After we get out of here all right, you need me to check the map to see where we are going…"

Nodding his consent, Dean steered the Impala onto the Highway, feeling some of the tension escape his body. Feeling the tremors of his Baby as she ate up the miles of road underneath her, always made him feel better. Relaxing into his seat, he was suddenly back on full alert when Castiel started speaking again; flailing his hands so much he hit the chair in front of him. All eyes were turned towards the Angel in an instant; even Dean looked back via the rear-view mirror. "Go…leave…Olivia knows…we are." Panic was evident in his voice. Sally placed her hand on his forehead and made comforting sounds. The Angel seemed to listen to the soothing noises, as he relaxed slightly and closed his eyes for a moment. Sally shared a look with Sam. "No fever…"

Increasing his speed, Dean excited the Highway at a quiet road leading past some sort of harbour, while Sam kept his gaze fixed to the backseat, where Castiel once again opened his eyes.

"Listen….she was i-in my dream…Sorry Dean." Once again finding the Angel's gaze in his rear view mirror, he addressed him. "Sorry for what Cas?"

"For giving our location to her…Jimmy…confused me…Yelled so loud…can't take it…" Dean snorted at that. "Yeah you can say that about Jimmy alright, we had first-hand experience with his screams" He noticed Sam's headshake before his brother drew Castiel's attention to him.

"Okay, so…Olivia was in your dream. Like how you did that to Dean? What did she say?" Sam tried to ignore the itching of his scratches on his face, as much as he tried to ignore Castiel's shiver at the mention of that name. Castiel smiled faintly, turning his gaze upwards, for the first time really seeing the young woman above him, fixing her with an intense look. Sally looked at him in the same way, before she ducked her head and smiled shyly, removing her hands that had been stroking his hair as if they were burned. A pensive look settled over him "Who are you?"

"I'm Sally sir."

"Oh" was the only reply from the Angel, but the puzzled stare was still firmly in place, blown out pupils clearly visible.

"Cas, it's okay man. She's the one that helped you get better, in the hospital, you remember?" Dean tried to help him clear his memories. Seeing the Angel nod, a confused frown on his face, he laughed. "Oh man, you're still stoned from the morphine. You don't know who she is and where you are now!"

"I'm in the Impala" came Castiel's undignified response. He tried to get up, but a synchronously yelled NO from Sam and Sally, and Sally's hand pulling him back down prevented that. The pain that resulted in his back made him think twice about repeating that action and he kept still after that. No one spoke after that for a long while.

XXX

After having driven around for almost an hour, Sally suddenly remembered the cup with soup she had placed in the holder in the door. Sighing, she realised it was stone cold by now. But Castiel hadn't been asking for food anymore, nor had his stomach made its wishes clear. The Angel was silent now, but alert. The brothers deemed this a good sign, a sign he was improving. Sally thought it to be strange…just like many of the other things she had experienced in the short time she had been around these three men. She was startled out of her thoughts as Dean started talking to her.

"Sally…I know you want to get started with looking for your mother and stepfather" He looked at her through the rear view mirror, after sparing a glance at Sam, who was starting to fall asleep, upper body bend over so his forehead rested against the window. His eyes were closed more often that opened, but his breathing pattern told Dean that he was not fully in the land of dreams.

Sally nodded, absentmindedly stroking Castiel's hair again. "That's true Dean. But I understand you want to stay out of the way of cops and stuff. So you just tell me what you want to do…" Dean shot a grateful smile towards her. "Well, I have had contact with an old friend of ours. He's got connections everywhere. So Bobby sent some guys to take care of that. So don't worry, as long as we stay out of the picture there will be no problem."

"Oh, I thought you were going to help me find them, Dean?" Sally was somewhat disappointed. After everything I've done for them and been patient…

Dean took another look in his mirror before parking the car on the side of the dark road. "Sally look, off course we'll help you. I promised remember? But the smartest thing to do now is go to Bobby's. He can help us find a place to start. We just have to let him know we are coming his way, but that the least of our problems now…"

Sally stared at him for a while before nodding. "I understand. Bobby sounds like a nice man." She sighed again, before settling back in. Dean nodded and turned back on the road. Sparing another glance at his brother, he chuckled as he heard the soft snores coming from beside him.

Only two hours driving left…

XXX

Suddenly, a phone started ringing and broke through the silence…

Sam started awake and jerked his head away from the window. Frowning at each other, they realised it wasn't one of their three phones. The sound originated from inside the dashboard, an old phone that Sam had used long ago. It was kept working and the number had been given to only three people…

"H-Hello" Sam mumbled sleepily, after trying to straighten back up in his seat. "Mrs Novak? Amelia? This is Sam...Uhm yes, Castiel is here...He's been in uhm some sort of accident, but he's recovering now..." Sam threw his brother a confused look, at the same time the Angel asked in wonder at hearing his name from someone outside this car. "Who is that?" Once again he tried to get up, but just like the last time, Sally's hand prevented that. Sam handed the phone over to the Angel, the same confused look still on his face. The Angel stared at the phone for a moment, as if not remembering what to do with it, before putting it to his ear. "Hello?" Dean raised his eyebrow at his brother, who just shook his head. "Yes, Jimmy is fine, ma'am. All things considering."

Sally could hear the voice of a woman talking on the other side of the line, trying to follow the confusing conversation going on in front of her, once again trying to grasp the idea that Castiel and Jimmy were one and the same. "...The police are quite mistaken, miss. Jimmy is no murderer. I was the one to kill those two demons. Their bodies were already dead before I sent them back to Hell." A long silence from Cas's side and the hysteric voice of the woman on the other end filled the Impala. "Jimmy is not dead, Mrs Novak. Why would you lie about that to you family and friends?" The confusion was evident in the Angel's voice, and Dean decided this had gone on long enough and parked the car, before yanking the phone out of the Angel's hand. "I'm sorry Mrs Novak, Castiel is still a little off...Maybe I can help you?" Castiel threw a frustrated glare in Dean's direction, but he pretended not to notice, listening to the distraught woman. "I understand the problem, but I don't know how to rectify that with the Government without getting arrested..." Blinking, Dean stared at the phone in his hand, as it was suddenly disconnected. "Hello, Mrs Novak? Hello?" Tossing the phone on the dashboard, he stared at his brother "Well that was weird..."

"Weird how?" Came Sam's question, sleep forgotten for now. "Well, the cops came to her house and they had a search warrant. She and Claire have been questioned. And now the whole neighbourhood thinks Jimmy's a criminal and she's been helping him. And the bad thing is, now everybody knows that Jimmy is still alive...God, what a mess!"

"I don't understand..." Castiel stated. "Clearly!" Dean groused back. "And what happened to not remembering what went on at the hospital. Morphine making everything clearer?"

The Angel's face contorted in a painful grimace. "I-I do remember, Dean. That jump was remarkably...painful..."

Silence once again settled over the car. Dean wiped a tired hand across his face, before starting the car and heading towards Bobby's once more. The road stretched on in front of him and soon he felt himself start to relax again. Taking another look at his brother, he chuckled as Sam had relaxed too, body folded over to rest against the door. Sally was nodding off in the backseat; putting her head in a more comfortable position, she too was soon sound asleep.

Looking at the other occupant on the backseat, he smiled. "Well Cas, I guess it's just you and me now" Cas stared at the oldest Winchester from his position. The only thing he saw were Dean's shoulder and the back of his head. He felt useless, weak and empty. His whole body ached, but his back gave him the most trouble. But he figured out that minimal movement meant minimal pain, so he settled for that, listening to the soft purr of the Impala's engine...a sound that he hated to admit, he had grown to love...

XXX

AN: Thanks for reading this; I had great fun writing this. CAS RULES! But so do the Winchesters...lol. Oh and let's not forget Sally :D

X Josi

Well, the blame for the absolutely horrible delay in posting this chapter is to be sought with me entirely. I'm very sorry for abandoning this story for almost 2 months...I promise to not let that happen again!

X Aranna Undomiel