With a now completely empty wallet, courtesy of Jo's insatiable hunger, the friends entered Lawrence. Dean dropped Jo off at the Roadhouse, careful to not be seen by Ellen and leaving Jo with the full end of her wrath.

'Mom won't care, Dean,' Jo had said, carefree.

'You went away for a week without telling her and this is Ellen Harvelle we're talkin' about.'

Jo had brushed him off, confidently walking into the bar with her bags. Dean idled out front, prepared for the shouting. Sure enough, the foundation of the establishment seemed to quake with the volume of the owner's shout, 'Joanna Beth Harvelle!'

Dean sped away, silently laughing, the rumble of the Impala echoing throughout the car park. The drive home was quiet, the radio turned off for a change. A small smile stayed on his lips and he forced himself to solely think about his mother and little brother and how pleased he was to see them again.

The car pulled into the large driveway behind Mary's white Prius. Dean beamed up at the house, quickly getting out of the car and making his way toward the front door. He decided to bring his bags in after greeting his small family.

Apparently the Impala's engine was louder than he thought as the door swung open before he even fully approached it, revealing a happy Mary and Sam.

'Dean! I've missed you!' his mother cried as she pulled him in for a long hug which he instantly returned.

'I missed you too, mom,' he said into her golden locks. The smell of baking surrounded her and he almost laughed at the familiarity of it, of home. He was surprised how much he really did miss it even after being away for just over a week.

'Hey, Dean.'

Dean let go of his mother and looked down at Sam, one eyebrow raised. 'Yo, bitch, you miss me?'

'Not really,' Sam shot back, turning around and making his way back into the house. Before he could get very far, Dean had grabbed his shoulders, turning him around to bring him into an inescapable bone crushing hug.

'Oh no you don't, Sammy, I at least get a damn hug.'

'Get off me, jerk!' Sam shouted into his chest, giggling.

'You sound like a girl, dude.'

Sam frowned into his elder brother's chest, pushing away more forcefully.

'Man, you're getting tall. I was away for a week and you're some sorta giant now.'

A mischievous grin lit up Sam's face, 'I'm gonna be taller than you soon, Dean.'

'Nope,' Dean smiled back self-assuredly, ruffling his brother's shaggy hair.

'Whatever, I'm gonna go study.'

'Dude! We've got ages 'til we go back.'

Sam stared at him, 'More like days, Dean.'

'What day is it?'

'Twenty ninth,' Sam smirked as he leaped up the stairs.

'Fuck.'

'Uh, language, young man,' Mary scolded, hitting his bicep lightly as she brushed past him.

'Sorry, mom,' Dean said before following Sam up the stairs, turning into his own room. The door shut behind him with a loud thud, the room ominously quiet. He looked around at the space, drinking in the posters and furniture. He eyed his laptop and quirked his eyebrow.

'Sam!' he called.

'What?'

'I need help setting up somethin'.'

The sound of Sam's footsteps pounded across the floorboards as he approached. 'What?' he repeated, behind Dean.

'Scoop?' Dean said uncertainly.

'The hell is Scoop?'

'Uh… it was Sk-something, um…' Dean racked his brain helplessly.

'Oh! Skype!'

Dean's fingers clicked and he pointed at his younger brother, 'Yes! Skype. I need help with Skype.'

Sam rolled his eyes and wandered over to Dean's laptop, still in the same place he'd left it prior to going on the road trip.

'So I have a pretty strong feeling this has something to do with Castiel?'

Dean swallowed, soothing his suddenly painfully dry throat, 'Look, he's my friend now and he suggested I get it.'

A snort came from the younger Winchester as he opened up the laptop and easily entered Dean's passcode. At the sound of access being granted, Dean stepped forward.

'Sammy, what the hell?'

Sam looked over his shoulder at Dean, a sly glint in his eyes, 'impala_pie67 was like the freaking easiest password to crack ever.'

Dean's brain floundered as he tried to figure out a comeback. When Sam realised his brother wasn't going to retort any time soon, he turned back to the laptop screen, opening up Dean's browser.

'Oh, Christ, you still use Internet Explorer?'

'Uh, yeah, why do you sound so outraged?'

'The fact that you don't know it's practically a sin to use it instantly makes me wanna disown you.'

Dean slapped the back of his brother's head, 'When did you become such a smartass?'

'Shut up. I'm getting you Chrome too,' Sam replied as he sank into Dean's desk chair. Dean made his way over to his bed and lounged on it, watching Sam furiously tap at the mouse pad.

Dean picked up a ball he'd discarded before on the floor by the bed and began bouncing it against the wall. He noticed Sam flinch every time the ball made contact with the painted brick. Sam jumped again when Dean finally began to talk.

'So, Sammy…'

'What. Dean.' Sam's words were pushed through his clenched teeth.

Dean smirked and continued playing with the ball, 'What did you do without me around?'

Sam sighed, his body sagging with the release of air, 'I did nothing. Well, I met up with Jess a few times but…'

'But what?'

'But I think I'm gonna break it off.' Sam had paused his work on the computer, choosing instead to turn on the chair to face Dean. Dean ceased playing with the ball, giving Sam his full attention.

'What happened?'

'Nothing... Nothing happened just… How do I put this…'

'Just go with what your heart says, Prince Charming.'

'Fuck off, Dean.'

'Woah! Woah, there,' Dean chuckled, his hands out in front of him. He lowered his limbs and looked at Sam seriously, his tone matching his expression, 'Hey, what is it?'

'Ergh, fine, I think I like someone else.'

Dean was shocked, 'Dude, she's really hot and you have eyes for someone else? Dude.'

'No, it's not like that. I think she's losing interest anyway. I don't know…'

'Okay, tell me who you like.'

Sam's eyes widened, worried. He toyed with his fingers and then clasped them together on his lap.

'Uh, I know you like Cas. A lot. And you've met Cas. And that's great!'

Dean's voice was flat as he replied, 'You crushin' on Cas, Sammy?'

'What? No! No. It's… It's not Cas…' Sam trailed off again, cheeks growing red.

Realisation dawned on Dean and he slapped a hand over his mouth, 'Gabriel? You like freaking Gabriel. Oh my god. After all the times you took the piss of me too! Wow, Sam. Wow.'

'Dean, please, it's not like… Uh…'

Dean's right eyebrow raised and he gave Sam his best 'I'm not taking any bullshit' look.

'Okay, I guess I like Gabriel? He seems really cool and… he's hilarious and… Hm, okay.'

'Sam, it's fine, whatever, now would you just install Scope?'

'It's Skype, Dean.'

'Yeah, whatever, just do it, okay?'

Sam nodded and faced the computer again. The screen lit up his anxious features and Dean grinned. He picked up the ball and threw it at the wall a few more times before becoming bored and sauntering over to Sam.

'How come you know all of my details?'

'You're really easy to hack, Dean.'

Dean rolled his eyes, 'You've been spending too much time with Ash.'

'Actually, no. A baby could work out how to get into your system.'

Dean grumbled and retreated back to the bed, reaching into his pocket to get out his phone.

[Message sent to Cas at 21:07]

Sam's setting up a Skype account now. It's too technical for me.

[Message received from Cas at 21:08]

That's good to hear. I will most likely be able to use Gabriel's laptop to add you as a contact.

'You texting Cas?' Sam asked, eyes still on the laptop screen.

'Yeah, I'm telling him how much of a computer nerd you are.'

Sam made an irritated noise, 'I don't even have to do any of this for you, you know.'

'But you do because I'm adorable.'

'Shut up.'

Dean grinned and turned his attention back to his phone.

[Message sent to Cas at 21:11]

He went like nuts cause I still use Internet Explorer?

[Message received from Cas at 21:11]

You use Internet Explorer? *flatlines*

Dean laughed aloud, causing Sam to look over at him, smirking. His laugh died down and he tapped out a reply.

[Message sent to Cas at 21:12]

You can be one funny son of a bitch, you know that?

[Message received from Cas at 21:13]

I do try.

His phone bounced a little as he tossed it onto the bedside table. He made his way over to Sam again, peering over his shoulder.

'You done yet?'

'Yeah, basically. It's just loading.' Sam absently tapped his fingers on the desk. The erratic pattern irritated Dean but he, for once, didn't comment on it.

After a few minutes, the program loaded, all blue and white windows.

'There. Your username is D_Winchester because if you make one more username some variation of Impala I will hurt you.'

'Your weak little ass couldn't hurt me, squirt.'

'Oh yeah?'

'Yeah,' Dean grinned widely, shoving Sam out of the chair.

'You're such a dick. Anyway, I set you up with Chrome and removed the Internet Explorer shortcut because-'

'Yeah, yeah, I get it, Sammy, now go moon over Gabriel or some shit.'

Sam groaned but retreated from the room, muttering insults under his breath. Dean stared at the screen, half regretting not letting Sam continue with his explanation.

'Cas,' he mumbled, collecting his phone off the bedside table before sitting back at his desk.

[Message sent to Cas at 21:27]

Okay, I'm D_Winchester.

Dean continued to stare at the screen, biting at his index nail anxiously. He had no idea how to use the program having only ever really used YouTube and a select few messaging sites. After a while of simply looking at the screen, another window popped up fromOfHeavenAndHell. Dean's breath hitched as he accepted the contact request.

OfHeavenAndHell: Hello, Dean

D_Winchester: Hey, I really don't know what I'm doing…

OfHeavenAndHell: You'll soon grow accustomed to it. I cannot talk for long, unfortunately, Gabriel needs his laptop back

D_Winchester: That's… annoying. I guess I have to unpack anyway

OfHeavenAndHell: Yes. Well I'm glad we can speak with more ease now. I shall contact you soon. Goodbye, Dean

D_Winchester: Bye Cas

OfHeavenAndHell is now offline.

A smile stuck on Dean's face as he read back through the incredibly brief conversation. The formality of it made an awkward feeling clench his gut but he shrugged, closed the laptop and made his way downstairs to unload the Impala. His bags lay in a pile beside the front door; his mom had already brought them in. He smiled affectionately and collected them up, taking them upstairs and dumping them in his room ready to deal with later.

A white Prius was the first thing that came to mind… for some reason. Anyway, I know it's a bit disappointing that they've left without anything really happening but trust me, I have plans which will come into motion very very shortly. Okay…
I GENUINELY FORGOT CAS HAD OTHER ALIVE SIBLINGS OTHER THAN GABRIEL so I shall explain their totally intended absence next chapter okay. *God I'm really shit*
Wow, still more notes, um, okay, so I'm from the UK so I don't exactly know stuff about term dates so I searched it and it said summer break was from the end of June to the first week of September normally? So that's what I've gone with, I hope that's alright.
One more thing before I shut up, Sabriel's not going to be a major thing at all, it's just a really small thing on the side so sorry if you wanted more of the side of the story but yeah, it's not going to be a big thing at all.