It was a little too warm outside for jeans and a jacket, but I followed Dean's instructions and kept it on.

At least the walk proved to be much shorter than expected. There were some definite benefits to being tall, once you got used to it and stopped tripping over and banging your head, that is.

I quickly worked out that Cas was not one for small talk, and so I started to ask him questions instead.

I'd given up on not knowing what was out there. The more I was involved the more unavoidably curiously I became.

"So do angels not eat?" I asked, deciding to start with a fairly simple question before grilling him on the meaning of life.

Cas looked at me for a moment, and I got the distinct feeling that he would be very happy to just walk in silence. Too bad for him, there was too much going around in my head for that.

"We do not need to eat." He finally answered when he realised I was not looking away. "We can, but we do not taste it the way you do, so it does not offer the same enjoyment either."

I frowned, "That must suck." I loved food.

He gave me a slightly confused look. "Actually it is much more convenient to not have to search for sustenance several times a day."

I blinked at that response, then shrugged. "You talk weird, you know that?"

This time his look of confusion was tinted with worry, "I do? In what way?"

I frowned thoughtfully, "You're so…proper." I told him.

That didn't ease the confused and worried look at all. "And speaking properly is…wrong?" He asked slowly.

I sighed, not expecting to have to explain speech patterns to an angel. "No…not wrong, exactly. It's just…no one really talks like that, you know?" I paused, frowning, "Except maybe some old people."

I looked at him curiously and changed topic. "How old are you anyway?" I realised that was possibly a rude question, so I clarified. "I mean, do angels have the same life span as humans?"

He shook his head. "No, angels live much longer than humans. I am…" He seemed to be trying to work out how old he was.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "You don't know how old you are?"

"Angels do not measure their age by the rotation of a planet around the sun." He informed me.

It took me a few moments to realise he was telling me he didn't know how many years old he was. "Oh."

"I have been around since before humankind walked the earth, if that helps you."

I stopped walking to stare at him, mouth open.

It took him a few steps to realise that I was no longer next to him and turn around, confused…again.

"You were born before humans evolved!" I remembered at the last moment to lower my voice. Thankfully the streets were fairly quiet, it was early afternoon, so most people were still at work. "So…you have seen the whole of human history." I said, feeling a little awed. There were now about a million new questions flying around my head. I didn't know what to ask first.

"Well, no." He answered, and I couldn't help but think that he sounded just a tad defensive when he explained. "There is a whole lot more to the universe that your species. I did spend some time down here, but mostly I had more important things to do."

I couldn't help but feel disappointed. He seemed to realise and added, "I was present for some major events in your history."

For some reason he seemed a little sad about that. I searched through my very limited bible knowledge and realised that when angels got involved in human history there was usually quite a lot of death involved.

I decided to change the subject again as we continued walking. "So what's the story with Sam and Dean?"

"The story?" Was that a note of frustration in his voice? Maybe he got tired of being confused. I smiled, I couldn't help but like the guy.

"Yeah, what do they do?" I lowered my voice again, "I mean…Dean basically said that he pretends to be FBI…who does that? And why?"

Cas frowned at me. "Why do you not ask them?"

"You're here now." I grinned at him.

He gave me a look that was definitely frustrated this time. "They are hunters."

I waited for him to elaborate. He didn't. "Hunters? Like stalk through the woods to kill wild animals, hunters?" I suppose it explained the plaid…But it didn't explain the whole supernatural…. Thing.

"They do not hunt wild animals." He told me, "They hunt monsters."

Somehow, after the couple of day's I'd just had that made perfect sense.

I still had a lot of questions, but they would have to wait, because we had finally reached the hospital.

I wasn't quite sure what Sam and Dean had against hospitals. Sure they weren't exactly fun places to visit, not to mention damn expensive. But still, they beat not getting medical attention…

I shrugged mentally and wandered over to the board on the wall that had the locations of the various departments. I found the hospital shop on the board and compared the identifying number and letter with the map alongside.

"This way…pretty sure." They never seemed to make much of an effort to make it easy to find your way…

Cas didn't comment and followed me down the indicated corridor.

I smiled at a young girl walking the other way with her mother. The mother pulled her a little closer and hurried past. I was offended. Then I remembered I was currently a rather large man, not a young woman…and honestly, I was still offended.

We reached the shop, with me silently congratulating myself for reading the sign correctly.

We entered the small store, which was an odd mix of medical supplies, snack food and gifts. Cas was looking around with yet another curious expression, they seemed to be his favourite. This one was one of interested curiosity.

I found the crutches just as a staff member approached us. "Can I help you gentlemen?" She asked kindly.

I smiled at her, "Just need a pair of crutches."

She gave me an assessing look. "For yourself?"

I laughed, "No, not for me. They're for my brother. He fell down the stairs and sprained his ankle. Wasn't even drunk." I grinned.

"Oh, ok." She laughed a little, "Is he here at the hospital?"

I shook my head, "No, luckily it wasn't that bad, but we all agreed he'd be best keeping off it for a bit." I couldn't believe how smoothly I was managing to lie my way through this. Talking my way out of late assignments was finally paying off in the real world. I fought the urge to grin again.

The woman looked at Cas, "Another brother?"

I glanced at Cas, "Nah, he's a cousin."

"So is your brother a tall one too?" She asked.

I nodded, "In between the two of us."

She pulled a set of crutches from the displayed group. "Then he'll need this size."

"Great." I smiled.

"Is that all you need today?" I nodded. She led us over to the register and we paid for the crutches, thanked her, and headed back to the main entrance.

"That went well." I commented to Cas as we crossed the road to the diner.

He just nodded, I got the feeling I'd used up his word limit for the day. Oh well.

Cas waited out the front with the crutches while I went inside to make our order, adding on an extra burger, fries and drink for myself.

Finally, with me carrying the crutches and one bag of food, and Cas the other bag and the drinks, we started the walk back to the hotel.

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