Alrighty then, here's a new chapter for you guys! I apologize in advance for any mistakes I have in this, I had some writer's block as well as other school stuff. Finals are coming up and there's two weeks until this semester is DONE therefore, I won't update until Christmas break, but that's not that long away, so fret not dear ones! Also, Happy Thanksgiving everyone! And Happy Black Friday and/or Cyber Monday, or whatever you crazy kids do during this time :) Speaking of Thanksgiving, just a little rant, reminding you guys that there is in fact a holiday between Halloween and Christmas! Okay, my little rant is over. Hope you guys enjoy the chapter, and have safe travels! Over where I am, roads are really, really crappy, so please, please drive safe 3. I want you guys to get to your family as much as your family does. 3 *hugs kisses all around* P.S. I really do love it when you guys review, you guys fill my heart with so much warmth (yeah, I know that sounds cheesy, but I don't care ha ha). What are you guys doing reading this far? Read some more adventures of our beloved boys!

At the bunker.

Dean POV

"I'm guessing little Sammy has tried to hack into your GPS by now, so I know that we'll be expecting him." I say to Cas, looking down at my gas gauge. Almost empty. "Dammit."

"What is it?"

"Damn car eats through gas like none other I swear." I look further ahead and see some street lamps. Could be something, could be nothing. As I drive closer, I find it is a fill up joint.

Half way of filling the gas tank, the passenger door opens then closes, I look up. "Where you goin'?" I ask

"To urinate. With my Grace in its weakened state, I'm practically mortal."

I raise my hands in mock defeat, "You do what you gotta." I eye him suspiciously as he goes to the side of the building where the restrooms are.

Cas POV

I round the corner and enter the restroom. I do in fact have to urinate, but I also have to get in contact with Sam. I have to let him know where Dean and I are headed to.

Deciding that the bodily functions come first, I let my bladder have relief and shoot Sam a text simply saying 'bunker', I figure I shouldn't take long in here as to not anymore suspicious than what he already is. I pray to whoever is listening that Sam will understand as to what I am trying to tell him in one simple word. I shove the phone back in my pocket and run the sink to wash my hands, when the door opens and Dean emerges.

"Dean." I say surprised

He shuts and locks the door, "What do you think you're doing Cas?" he says in a dangerously calm voice.

"Washing my hands, because when I was human, I noticed it was frowned upon to not wash your hands once you have relieved your system of its waste."

"…. Yes…. I can see that." He says with what I can only assume as sarcasm, "I mean," he steps closer to me, "What do you think you're doing texting Sam?"

"I-I wasn't." I wince internally at my stutter. Dean makes his way closer to me yet and tilts his head downward slightly, knowing I'm lying.

"Oh Cassie." He runs his thumb along my jawline tenderly, "Sweet little Cassie. I know you're lying to me, now why don't you be a good little angel and tell me the truth."

I look down and take a breath, "I texted Sam that we're heading to the bunker."

"And?"

"That's it." I look up to meet his eyes, to make sure he believes me. His green eyes stare long and hard into my own.

After a minute or so, Dean sighs, "Yeah…. I believe you. But to make sure, gimme your phone." He takes a step back and extends his hand, palm facing up, waiting for my phone to fill the empty space. Like a shamed child, I reach into my trench coat pocket and pull out my phone and set it in Dean's hand. He quickly checks the messages, hums to himself finding out that I was speaking the truth and hands over my phone. "Car's full of gas now. Hurry up or I'll leave your ass here." And with that, he unlocks and opens the door in one motion before exiting the dank, moldy bathroom.

I sigh to myself, finish washing up, and head outside to Dean waiting in the Impala.

Sam POV.

I'm driving down a road in another stolen vehicle. Within the last ten or so hours, I have had to steal three cars. It's very complicated. Okay. I got shot, but it was a through-and-through in my side so I'll live. My phone suddenly rings with a text message. I look ahead to make sure no one is coming as I dig my phone out of my coat pocket. It's a text from Cas.

Bunker

"Bunker? They're at the bunker?" I wonder to myself

"Well, they're not there yet." Comes a familiar voice from the passenger's seat. I swerve into the other lane from the sudden voice.

"What the hell are you trying to do Gabriel? Give me a heart attack?!"

"Only if you want me to." He winks, "But your brother and his boyfriend are heading to the bunker as we speak and you drive. But I suggest we hurry."

"Wait, why?" I never get my answer before I see Gabriel's hand go for my forehead. The next thing I know, I'm inside the bunker.

"We beat them here." Gabriel quickly explains

"Wha- what happened to the moving car?"

The archangel looks up as if in thought, then says, "Crashed on the side of the road." And grins, as if it was the greatest thing in the world, I shoot him a bitch face. "What? It's not like you were in it at all." I roll my eyes and head for the basement.

"Ooooo, where are we going?" the short angel asks, skipping alongside me

"Going to get prepared."

"Prepared to do what?"

"I'm going to cure my brother… Again."

Once Sam is finished with prepping for when Dean gets back, the two men are walking through the hallway to get to the library.

Gabriel speaks up. "Hey Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"What did Dean mean by telling me to tell you to cut your hair?"

"Uhm…. Since we seem to die so often, Dean and I made an agreement to make a code for each if by chance we can communicate with each other. His code to me is 'cut your hair'."

"Uh huh… Aaaand what does the code mean?" Gabe asks childishly

"It means he's saying 'I'm at peace, but something doesn't feel quite right, maybe it's the whole resting thing, but I really don't know'."

Gabriel starts out with just giggling, but grows to a full blown, belly busting laugh. "The fact that you two actually made a code for that because you two knuckleheads die so much." He wipes away a tear, "Oh, I love it."

His laughter is soon cut off by the bunker door opening and slamming closed, followed by two sets of footsteps, one set of heavy boots, and the other a set of lighter footfalls.

"Sammy?" the all too familiar baritone voice of Dean rings throughout the walls of the bunker, "Sammy you home?" both Sam and the archangel can hear the sinister grin behind the demon's voice.