I am so sorry for the wait, but, like I said in the comments, I was at Asylum 10 *which was freaking amazing and oh god, was it really a week ago?* and then I had an exam but I have a week off now so I'm going to be posting more frequently, hopefully.

Jo strode up the pathway, Dean trailing behind. She wrapped on the door consistently for a full minute before it swung open to reveal a dishevelled looking Castiel.

'Hello, Jo,' he greeted instantly. She swayed forward, surprised at the sudden entrance.

'Yo, dude. I have arrived.'

Cas chuckled and beamed at her and then focused his eyes on Dean. The smile died down and became simply content, warm and happy. Dean blushed and mumbled a brief, 'Hey, Cas.'

'Gabriel's out for the day, so we have the house to ourselves.'

Jo's eyes widened in horror, 'Oh god, I am so sorry.'

Castiel gave her a questioning gaze and then turned to Dean, raising an eyebrow. Dean boomed out an over-exaggerated fake laugh and slapped Jo on the back forcefully.

'Shut the fuck up, Jo,' he hissed before addressing Castiel, 'How about we go inside?'

Cas nodded and stepped aside so they could enter.

'Dean, what the hell!' Jo spat, rubbing the sore spot on her back. Dean shot her a warning look before smiling up at Cas and going into the house.

'Dean expressed you'd like to be in a video?' Cas spoke to Jo, leading the guests up the stairs.

'Man, that'd be awesome.'

'Okay,' Cas smiled at the blonde girl and walked to the poster clad bedroom door.

'Charlie has a door like that, poster an' all,' Jo said distractedly, pointing to the TARDIS.

'Aw, you're so far gone it hurts,' Dean teased, ruffling his friend's hair. She glared at him before continuing to follow Castiel into his room.

'Nice digs.'

Cas blushed minutely, 'Um, thank you.'

'I mean, it's not like I haven't seen this place before, with Dean's obsession and all- Ow! Will you cut that out!' Jo screeched as Dean's hand connected with the back of her head.

'Oh, that was your head? I'm sorry,' Dean grinned sweetly.

'You're pissing me off today, Winchester. Novak, you gotta be insane to actually want this kid around here.'

'N-Novak?' Dean squeaked at the new information, though he told himself that was not how the word came out.

'Oh, right! Yeah, I forgot to mention, Charlie's like a friggin' genius, found out this doofus' last name,' Jo jabbed a thumb in Cas' direction. He looked on, eyes open wide with a shade of fear.

'She got access to my personal details?'

Jo stared at Castiel for a while, blankly. 'Dude, you're acting as if you've never been on the internet.'

'Um… I do not understand.'

'Hackers?' Jo provided, acting as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'Lay off, Jo.'

Castiel frowned, 'I've never been subject to hackers,' he mumbled. All of the colour suddenly drained from his face and his wild eyes found Jo's, 'What else does she know?'

Jo stepped back in shock, searching his face, 'Nothing, why, man? What's wrong?'

Cas seemed to relax slightly, letting out a tight breath, 'No reason. I mean, it's nothing.'

'Wait, you haven't killed anyone, have you?' Dean asked, cautiously. He'd been so taken with the guy's eyes and quiet wit that he hadn't stopped to think that the dude could actually have blood staining his past.

'Not exactly,' Dean thought he heard, his eyes bugging before Cas let out another breath and then spoke clearly, 'No, I haven't. I was simply curious as to what she had found.'

Jo and Dean both looked at him with raised eyebrows for a while. Holy shit, this guy could actually have killed someone.

'Video?' Cas pushed, weakly. Dean nodded absently and shuffled closer to Castiel whereas Jo stayed rooted to the spot. Suddenly, she sniggered.

'Well hot damn,' she breathed before sinking to the floor and crossing her legs. 'So anyway, what're we doing?'

The tension seemed to bleed from the atmosphere as Jo's mood lifted. A smile ghosted across Cas' lips and he looked down at Dean who had taken a seat on the floor beside Jo.

'I was hoping to-'

'Gabriel! Yes, we're doing one of his challenges; get up his channel, Bluey.'

'Bluey?' Castiel asked dubiously, ignoring the other part of Jo's sentence.

'Yep, you seen your eyes lately?' Jo let out a low whistle and shot a wolfish grin at the younger boy.

Cas' cheeks coloured and he glanced away. Dean found himself matching Castiel's small smile as he gazed up at him; he used the fact that Cas was looking away to his advantage, allowing himself to stare.

'Aw!' Jo cooed from her space next to him. Dean's head whipped around and he glowered at her, his own cheeks beginning to paint themselves pink with blood. Jo smiled at him affectionately, like a sister watching her brother finally realise that yes, he was slightly in love with a YouTube star. And Dean supposed that that was actually happening and that was the reason behind Jo's uncharacteristically kind smile. There was none of the usual sarcastic bite to this smile, just simple acceptance and happiness. It soon vanished, however, and the teasing mask was back in place, 'So, Angel Face, we doin' this or what?'

Castiel's brow creased as he frowned at her and tilted his head, 'Angel Face?'

'Please stop questioning the nicknames and get Gabriel's damn channel up,' Jo said bluntly.

'I really don't think doing one of Gabriel's challenges is a good-'

'It'll be damn entertaining, Cas, and that's what matters, mkay?' Jo said, lifting herself up off the floor and slapping a hand onto Castiel's shoulder. He winced a little at her surprising strength but led her over to 'Inias'.

'Jo, Cas would like you to meet Inias,' Dean said, his amused smile colouring his tone as he stood up to join the other two.

Jo's brow wrinkled as a confused expression crossed her features. Physically asking either one of them to elaborate, she pointedly raked her eyes over the room, looking for another body, whilst throwing her arms out.

Dean chuckled, 'The laptop.'

'And I thought you couldn't get any more adorable, Bluey.'

'Well…' Cas cleared his throat and booted up the ancient machine, the fan groaning into motion.

'So you edit all of your videos on this piece of crap?'

'It's not a 'piece of crap', it is efficient and runs perfectly well.'

As if on cue, the laptop fun spluttered and the screen that had previously been alight with active pixels dimmed to black. Castiel inhaled sharply, 'No, no, no, no!'

'Hey, Cas, it's okay,' Dean soothed, trying to hold back a laugh at the faulty laptop.

'No, no it's not. It's not at all.' Castiel's panicked voice brought his attention and wiped the smirk off his face.

'Dude, it's fine, you can get another one, right?' Dean placed his hand on his back, lightly rubbing a circle.

'No. You don't understand.' Castiel's voice was hoarse and breaking, his words barely forming as his breath heaved. He desperately jabbed the power button, trying to turn it on again.

'Cas, Jesus, it's okay-'

'It's not!' he erupted, suddenly still. 'It's not,' he repeated in a whisper, burying his head in his hands.

Jo had watched on, concerned, and finally spoke up, 'I'll leave you guys to it, I'll meet you back at the motel, Dean.'

Dean gave her a curt nod before turning back to Cas. The mood had changed so quickly, the once joking atmosphere abruptly ablaze with the pain radiating from Castiel.

'Cas,' Dean said, his own voice growing scratchy with distress, 'Cas, talk to me.'

After dragging in a few more ragged breaths, Cas turned around into Dean's arms and sobbed into his shoulder. The initial shock of contact stopped Dean from reacting straight away but soon his arms wrapped around the slightly smaller boy, offering him comfort. He waited patiently for the other to start talking.

'If that piece of shit dies, I'm not just losing files, Dean,' Cas' wrecked voice was muffled, the cotton of Dean's shirt stealing some of the sound. Dean once again waited for the sound of Castiel's voice to explain further. 'Jimmy.'

'Who's Jimmy, Cas?' Castiel moaned into Dean's shirt, the sound coloured with grief. 'Cas, who's Jimmy?'

'My brother.'