Sam decided this was not going to be a very comfortable trip for him while he was packing the Impala's trunk. The first indication was Dean. Dean was quiet. The sort of quiet that often meant that there was an internal problem that he was not sharing with Sam. Dean had packed the Impala an hour ago and was leaning against the passenger door, waiting to get on the road. Then Castiel came out in his trench coat and duffel bag. Nemamiah was with him, her wings out and catching the receding sun light. Castiel distinctly avoided eye contact with Dean as he walked over to the car. Sam had heard about the issue of Nemamiah staying or going; or rather, Dean had moaned about Castiel's reaction.

Castiel placed his bag next to Sam's in the trunk and turned to Nemamiah, placing a kiss on her brow. "I will call to check in with you."

"Okay," she agreed.

"We good?" Dean gestured to the Impala, watching Castiel and Nemamiah's exchange. To Sam the farewell seemed rather formal, but then again, Castiel wasn't the most practiced with human emotion. Castiel nodded and Nemamiah trotted over to Dean, standing in front of him, looking up at him. Dean smirked.

"Let me show you how to say good bye. Come 'ere you." He lifted the girl into a hug and Nemamiah paused, but returned the hug with her own around his neck. Sam smiled and Castiel shifted his weight to another foot, watching; agitated, if Sam had to guess. Dean pulled back and Nemamiah was still in one arm.

"I like that," she announced and Dean seemed to remember that this girl was still new to the world.

"What, hugs?" Dean asked.

"Yes." she confirmed with a nod. "I like hugs." Dean smiled and there was another embrace before he let her down. She then went to Sam and opened her arms. Sam chuckled and knelt down to give her hug. He made sure to wrap his arms under the wings so he didn't bend them and then squeezed her warmly.

"Make sure Cas gets one too," he whispered into her hear and she nodded before he opened his arms again. Once he stood back up she ran back over to Castiel and she gave Castiel's waist a hug as well. Castiel seemed startled but he picked her up as Dean had, hugging her tightly. But he didn't seem to want to let go. Nemamiah started to squirm, her wings flapping and arms waving.

"How long are hugs supposed to be?" She asked and Dean tapped Castiel's shoulder.

"Just long enough," Dean answered mildly and Castiel's brows were crinkled in worry. It was clear Castiel didn't want to leave her. "We'll come back as soon as we can." Castiel slowly loosened his grip and let Nemamiah down to the ground.

"Have a successful trip," she told them and then jogged back to the porch, where Bobby was. She opened her arms to him and Bobby looked startled.

"I'm not goin' anywhere," Bobby grumbled and Nemamiah put her arms down, looking back to the Impala. Sam was already getting in the front and so was Dean. Castiel finally got into the back seat, but sat glued to the window as they pulled away. Nemamiah was the only one waving for a minute, but then so was everyone in the Impala before they drove out of view.

"It's not too far, only 12 hours," Dean said, glancing back at Castiel, but Castiel didn't turn away from the window to answer; blatantly ignoring Dean. Dean rolled his eyes and turned on the music for the trip. Sam sighed to himself and sank down in his seat. He could feel the thickness in the air.

The long hour trip only grew more unbearable. Castiel fidgeted more, looking out the window, sliding back and forth from one side of the car to the other. It was obvious he was thinking of his daughter. After 3 hours of it, Dean made a pit stop and told Castiel to stop being so antsy. Castiel refused to respond to Dean other than give him a sour glance before getting out of the car to stretch his legs. Sam sighed, realizing Castiel didn't have anything to DO on the trip. Normally Castiel was content to sit quietly and listen to Dean howl along with the music. But now that he was worried about Nemamiah, he needed a distraction.

Sam took the liberty of purchasing some magazines from the gas station they were at and offering them to the angel... well... now human. Castiel looked at the small stack.

"You got to keep you mind focused on something," Sam explained and also had the news paper tucked under his arm for his own entertainment. Castiel sorted through the magazines. Sudoku, crosswords, Reader's digest and People magazine; along with the tabloids that Dean liked so much.

The trip was much more tolerable after that. The booklet of Sudoku did not survive the trip as Castiel was done with it in 2 hours and he'd made a nice dent in the crossword puzzle, but at least that left him stumped a few times. Castiel didn't know all the cultural references. At least that got Dean and Castiel talking.

"Ghostbusters' goo." Castiel tapped the pencil on his upper lip, the little light turned on in the back since they were driving at night and the brothers were taking shifts driving. "5 letters."

"... Slime," Dean guessed and Castiel checked, then penciled it in.

"Beef-eater product. 6 letters."

Dean thought hard, nose scrunched up in thought. "Any letters?"

"Begins with a D and R."

"Try Dry Gin." Dean suggested and Castiel marked that down as well.

"Cage, one for. 5 letters."

"Actor." Dean grinned, looking in the back mirror, catching Castiel's soft smile. When Castiel met Dean's eyes though, his smile dropped and he held the book between the mirror and blocked their eye contact.

"Sarcasm indicator," Castiel continued. "9 letters."

Dean lifted his fingers off the steering wheel as he counted letters in his head. "Air quotes."

"Talk and talk. 3 letters."

There was a pause.

"Gab." Sam joined in and Castiel lowered the book, unable to hide a smile, and neither could Sam or Dean.