Baby stood in an empty parking spot, his hands deep in his black denim pockets, wearing his black leather jacket as his hair lifted a little in the wind, squinting in the sunlight. Baby sheilded his eyes and looked up to the sun.

"Guess this is it, huh?" He said sadly. "Oomf!"

Sam had surged forward and was already squeezing him into a tight hug. "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'm gonna miss you too, you big girl," Baby smiled and hugged back, his head buried in Sam's shoulder. "Don't get into trouble without me."

Baby moved on and hugged Dean.

"Thank you." Dean said quietly. "For everything."

Baby laughed. "Remember what I said. What's rule number two?"

Dean rolled his eyes. " 'No sex in the backseat.' "

"Good." Baby laughed. "But I revoke rule number one. Cas can drive me if he wants, when he gets back home."

Dean smiled a little. "Thanks, Baby."

Baby then pointed his finger, lifting his eyebrows. "Now, Dean. Airbags."

Dean looked confused. "Hm?"

"Airbags. Put 'em in as soon as possible. I am not getting T-boned again and having Sam communicate with you via ouija. No way." Baby jabbed at his chest, his eyebrows raised high.

Dean nodded at him. "Airbags."

"Good. Don't forget."

Dean clamped Baby into another hug. "Goodbye, Baby."

The brothers stepped away, Baby stood smack dab in the middle of the parking lot, and shoved his hands deep in his pockets, winking at the Winchesters. Gabriel snapped, and they sheilded their eyes as there was a burst of bright light.

Then, there was their long-lost car, glossy and black and badass as always.

Dean came forward and patted the hood. The black, glossy metal was cleaner than ever. "Good to have you back. Damn, you're clean! I guess all the showers payed off. "

Sam laughed. "Okay, I guess we should stop talking to him unless we want to seem crazy."

Gabriel crossed his arms. "Ehem."

The two looked back at him, Dean still keeping his hand lightly touching the hood.

"So. I'll call for you once I need you again. But it's probably once Cas gets his grace back." Gabriel spoke up, his eyes sparkled as he winked at Dean. "Have fun with that, Dean." He waggled his eyebrows.

Dean flushed bright red as he dug the keys to the Impala from his pocket. "O-okay. Bye, Gabriel." He mumbled, digging the keys into the lock and unlocking the driver's side door.

"Hey, Sammy. Just make sure you knock this time." Gabriel winked and Sam flushed red as well. "And if you ever get curious about angel stuff Dean and my li'l bro are up to- well, you know who to hit up."

"Um...um..bye Gabe." Sam turned away and also pulled open the passenger's side door, his face burning red. The archangel smirked and disappeared in a flapping of feathers.

Dean turned the ignition and the car rumbled to life. Him and his brother were silent as they just sat there for a little.

"This is weird." Sam spoke up.

"Yup." Dean agreed. He hooked his arm around the bench seat and looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow. "Since when has Gabe been flirty with you?"

Sam blushed bright red. He sputtered. "Th-That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about Baby."

Dean shrugged. "This isn't weird. Just listen to that rumble, Sammy. He's happier than a clam." He turned up the music and the car glided out of the parking spot. "Damn, I missed driving this car." He patted the dashboard. "Ey! Gabe even hooked us up with a full tank!"

Sam looked to Dean skeptically. "You don't find it weird that we're literally inside him right now?"

Dean rolled his eyes and adjusted the mirror. "Sam, he was never meant to be a human. This is his real body. And I'm sure he's a billion times happier like this. Plus, I owe him. For me 'n Cas." He coughed the last bit rather gruffly.

"Sorry that Gabe took him away like that, Dean." Sam said gently. "He'll be back."

Dean looked out at the road, Sam couldn't quite make out his expression. "I know he will." He said quietly, roughly.

"You love him, don't you?" Sam asked, looking out the window.

Dean rubbed his nose a little. "Yeah," He spoke up. "I hate sounding like a sap, but..I've never felt like..this with anyone else."

Suddenly, the radio switched all by itself. And the volume seemed to have doubled.

-OH, I WANNA KNOOOWW WHAT LOOVVEE ISSS-

Dean twisted the dial down immediately. "Dude. Don't be an asshole." But he was laughing. And Sam decided it wasn't so weird anymore.

Cas stumbled to his feet. Last thing he knew, he'd been in a totally trashed frat house in Southern California, holding Dean's hand, and now he was flat on his back in a strange kind of white hallway, that seemed to hook left. But there was no ceiling, no blemishes on the stark white walls.

Except for an arrow on the floor that led him inside.

Cas clutched at his chest- with whatever angelic senses he had left, which was barely anything, he could sense his grace was here. Far away, but here nonetheless.

He heard scrabbling on the wall to his right, there were loud, heavy footsteps somewhere far away but he could still feel the rumbling vibrations.

"I'm going to get it, Dean." He said through gritted teeth. His grace was the only way out of here now. And there was no way he was going to die within these tall white walls without seeing the Winchesters again. He grimaced, gripped the gun he kept in a holster on his belt, took a sharp breath in, and began.

Maybe Gabriel had been right. In sending the brothers a human Baby, he'd help Dean along with his relationship with Cas, and now Cas didn't have a crushed spirit anymore. That grace meant escape, and that meant getting back to the man he loved.

And after he came back, he made a deal with the Winchester brothers to have them aid him in piecing heaven back together again.

Gabriel could be a dick. But it was well-played.

It was pitch black when Sam and Dean finally rolled back up to the bunker after a long day of driving. They parked, stumbled out and unlocked the front door. They heard the television playing, muffled in the distance.

"Kev?" Dean called out, clunking the keys on the counter. "You still up?"

They both found him in the living room, the lights all off as he sat in the glow of the television, Grace curled up and sleeping in his lap as he petted her head, his legs covered with sweatpants with his ankles crossed and his barefeet resting on the coffeetable. He lifted his head as he heard them come in.

Kevin smiled a little, stroking the German Shepard's head again as her big brown eyes flicked up to the two of them and her ears perked up.

"Where's my money, bitch?" Kevin grinned.