The sound of a plethora of footsteps outside their door woke Cas only a few hours later. He didn't know the reason for the rush of movement but it sounded urgent and hurried. He looked down into Meg's peacefully sleeping face for a breath before giving her a nudge and rousing her awake.

"What is it?" she mumbled, sleepily. But a moment later she sat up as if the noise had finally reached her and gave him a wild questioning look.

"I don't know, but if I were a betting man, I'd say it has something to do with us being here." He told her as he climbed from the bed and began searching for his clothes.

She finished dressing just as he was putting on his last shoe and they both made their way to the door.

Meg reached out and grabbed the shoulder of Jake, the guard they'd met when they first arrived at Sanctuaire. "What's happening? Where is everyone going?" she asked, quickly.

"Everyone's been called to the dining room. A lookout spotted something on the perimeter," he called over his shoulder after jerking away from her and taking off down the hall.

"What kind of something?" Meg shouted after him and over another rush of demons that were passing by the door.

"Don't know," he yelled back in response. "But my guess is it's either Crowley's folks or it's Angels. Either way it isn't good."

Even as the words were reaching Cas' ears, he began to feel the pull, the sinking, inky blackness that said he was losing control. He grabbed for Meg's hand and clutched it tightly in his own, squeezing it hard enough that she gave a yelp before turning back towards him.

"They're coming!" he managed to ilk out despite the sudden overpowering noise in his head.

Her wild, panicked eyes were the last thing he remembered seeing before a huge mouth with rows and rows of long, sharp teeth opened in his mind and pulled him under completely.

"Castiel! Do not leave me now!" she shouted against the blank expression on his face. "This is not a good time for you to take a nap!"

She knew it was no use even as the words left her mouth. He was gone, lost in his mind.

Now she really was concerned. They knew from experience that the presence of angels actually made it easier for him to stay anchored. And it was obvious by their present company that the presence of demons had no effect either way. That left only one thing out there that could make him blink out so completely and quickly.

Leviathan. It was the only explanation she could think of. The Leviathan had come after Mickey and his people because they wanted Cas. She hadn't been certain they were after them as well until that moment. She'd hoped they didn't know who Cas was or even care for that matter. But apparently she was wrong. And she cussed under her breath as she added them to their growing list of enemies.

Cas still had his hand wrapped around hers, although his grip was now slack in her palm. She tightened her own grasp and pulled him back into the room, walking him over to the bed, and sitting him down on its corner.

"Stay!" she said, though she had no idea whether she was getting anything through to him or not.

She gave him one last regretful look before shutting the door to the bedroom and tearing off down the hall to find Mickey.

She felt immensely guilty for leaving him alone, unprotected in his current helpless state, but she couldn't very well go running through the halls tugging him behind her.

It didn't take her long to find the man in charge. He was standing in the middle of the dining room, barking out orders to his people and looking every bit like a general directing his troops.

"What's happening?" she asked as she stepped up to him.

Mickey took her by the arm and quickly pulled her away from the crowd of demons. When he spoke his voice was low and quiet as if he didn't want to be overheard. "We have some uninvited guests coming in towards the back door. It occurs to me that that is exactly the way you and your beau arrived, Chere."

"What kind of uninvited guest?"

"Not angels, not demons and not humans. You tell Mickey what that leaves?"

"It is the Leviathan then?"

"Seems so. Now you tell me, are they here because we're demons, or because you're here? Either way they aren't coming in, I'm just curious is all."

"I really don't know." Meg answered in all honesty.

Mickey glanced around them as if he were looking to see if anyone was paying too much attention to their conversation. "If they're here for you and your angel, Chere, I fear Mickey might have a rat in his midst. So I'll tell you this as quickly and quietly as possible. I heard from a friend this morning. The ones you're looking for came knocking on his door a few nights ago looking for a place to crash. They're still there now and he says he'll keep them there as long as he can. Unfortanately he isn't like Mickey. He's just a man all alone in this world. As long as he can might not be very long."

"Did you tell him why you were asking? Can you trust this guy?" she asked.

"Mickey ain't no fool. Of course I didn't tell him why I was asking. But he's always been straight up with me. I can't see a reason why that would change now."

"Who is this guy and where can we find him?"

"Get to my office. There's a paper on the desk with all the information written down." He told her.

"I'm not going anywhere until this is over. But we'll leave as soon as the Leviathan are dead."

"You go now, my people will take care of this lot. Get your angel and get out of here, Ma Petite. You can't help us like you are now."

She'd actually forgotten all about her currently human state and the uselessness that came with it until he reminded her. "I can still fight. I don't have to be a demon to use a sword. Besides we brought this down on you. I can't leave you to clean up our mess."

"You don't even know if the monsters are here for you. Might be Mickey's time is just up."

She planted her feet and refused to budge. She didn't believe in consequences. They was no way the Leviathan just happened to decide the day after their arrival was the time to strike out at Mickey and his people. They were there for her and Cas. That much she was sure of.

"You don't even know how to fight these things. They don't die easy." She argued.

"If you know a trick I don't, I'll be happy to listen, otherwise, I've always found that nothing lives long after its head is separated from its body. Now go get your beau and get out of here. If there is a rat chances are these won't be the only monsters coming. You aren't safe as long as you're here and neither is Sanctuaire."

He had a point. If one of the demons had tipped off the Leviathan to their presence, what was to stop them from going to the angels or Crowley's people next if this payday didn't go as planned.

Meg ran to Mickey and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so sorry for all this, Mick."

Mickey gave a long, loud cackle and moved to the table in the center of the room. From there he produced a nasty looking double edged great sword. "Don't be sorry, Ma Petite. Mickey hasn't had a chance to have this much fun in a long time!"

He gave another evil sounding cackle before running off towards the backyard and quickly disappearing into the ranks of his army.

Meg took off as soon as she lost sight of him, running for all she was worth first to Mickey's office. It didn't take her long to find the piece of paper with a name and address written in her friend's messy scrawl. She shoved it into the front pocket of her jeans, then she took off upstairs to retrieve Cas.

When she first entered the room a wave of panic so intense it nearly toppled her seized her. He wasn't there, wasn't where she left him.

She went to the bed, searching for any sign of a struggle, anything to tell her someone else had been in the room, but everything looked exactly as it had when she left. Nothing appeared out of place.

Then she heard it. It was a small sound, coming from under the bed.

Kneeling down cautiously, she threw the blankets out of her way and peered into the darkness under the bed.

"Cas?" she asked, squinting her eyes in order to see better.

He didn't answer her, instead he just stared straight ahead not acknowledging her presence at all. She spared a moment to wonder how the hell he'd ended up under the bed in the first place before she took hold of his hand and began the laborious process of dragging him out.

It took longer than she would have liked, but less effort than she would have guessed. It seemed that whether he could acknowledge her or not, somehow he was able to let her guide him along as she needed him. It was a good thing, in her present state as a human, she wasn't entirely sure that the task of maneuvering a man half again as heavy as she was wouldn't have been too much for her. It was also nice to know that despite whatever was going on in his head, he seemed to understand that she was trying to help him and he was giving her as much assistance as he was able.

They were nearly back at the turn off where she'd left the car when she felt some resistance in his hand which she had firmly grasped in her own.

She stopped abruptly and turned back to him, hoping with everything inside her to find some clarity in his blank expression.

But his eyes were still dull and lifeless, staring straight out ahead of him. She stepped into his line of vision and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Cas," she said, giving it a shake. "Can you hear me?"

She got nothing in response and her heart sank down to her toes. She couldn't help the nagging worry that maybe this time he wouldn't be able to fight his way back out of the fog. Maybe this time he would stay like this forever. The thought of going on with this shell of the man she loved nearly brought tears to her eyes.

She let go of his shoulder and took his hand again. The minute she did, she felt it. He squeezed her hand and a wave of relief rushed over her.

He was letting her know that he was gaining ground, telling her the only way he could that he was still in there and he knew she was with him.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to get her moving again.

The car was exactly as she'd left it the day before. Somehow it seemed like so much more time had passed than that. Still, she wasn't really ready to get back in and start a brand new road trip.

She wasn't even sure where they were going this time around. She hadn't bothered to actually read the paper in the office. Once she got Cas settled in the passenger seat and closed his door. She dug in her pocket to retrieve the paper.

She had to read it twice to make sure she wasn't missing something. It wasn't possible. She knew it for a fact. And yet no matter how many times she read the name, it didn't change. There it was in black and white, staring back at her as if in defiance of everything she knew to be true.

Written in bold letters the words,

Bobby Singer, Sioux Falls, South Dakota.