Five days after Sam, Dean, and Castiel arrived in town, they'd only killed two werewolves. There had been 4 more victim bodies, but those were good odds since they'd saved about double that just by scouting the park at night. Unfortunately, the werewolves were cowardly and ran away at the first whiff of silver.

"This is our last night," Dean stressed when the sun came up and he plopped himself in the driver's seat. There was no kill that night, only a graze or two because there were no lingering werewolf bodies that Dean could find. Castiel tossed the empty coffee thermos in the back seat and slipped into the passenger seat, shielding his eyes from the sun. Sam was back at the motel since they'd started taking night shifts on the park. Sam volunteered to do research most nights; probably so Castiel and Dean could 'talk' out what ever problems they were having. However, there was little talking because they had to be very quiet; werewolves had great hearing.

Dean started the Impala. He'd thought a few times during this case that he should have asked future Castiel about the werewolves more because, damn it, it would have helped him out a lot about now. Dean glanced over at Castiel, wondering how they ever did this while Castiel was in severance; though, in that time line, Castiel probably still had his mojo.

"Perhaps Sam will have something." Castiel's voice held half hope and half expected failure. It had been a long week and Dean understood because their sleep schedules were all screwed up and he would be happy to get back to Bobby's and see Nemamiah's sweet face again. Castiel had taken to calling Bobby's every night to talk to his little girl. Dean edged in a few words too, but Castiel was a phone hog when it came to Nemamiah. Every night, Nemamiah was fine, and she would tell them in detail about what her and Bobby did that day. Even if it was something boring like watching TV, picking up books, or researching Bobby's library. Castiel never showed that he was bored of hearing her though; in fact, he would often update her information if it was wrong, and then he'd get an ear full from Bobby.

"Yeah, maybe." Dean sighed and steered the car back towards the motel room. "Want anything to eat?"

"No." Castiel shook his head. "I'll eat when I wake up."

They pulled up to the motel room and Dean was the first one in; both were bringing in the guns for cleaning. Sam was on his cell phone and he raised a finger to his lips for them to be quiet. "Yes, thank you for your cooperation. Good bye." Castiel sat at the table, where Sam's work was laid out strategically and Sam's face lit up, signaling good news, "I finally found out how those two werewolves we got were connected." Dean plopped his bag on the bed and looked to Sam.

"Great, what is it?" Dean knew they needed a big plan for this to work out.

"They both belong to a book club," Sam said and Dean's eyebrows raised slowly.

"Werewolves, in a book club," Dean repeated. Castiel was moving papers into a stack and started to spread out the gun cleaning supplies. Since Dean had taught Castiel how to shoot within the past few days, he'd also shown him how to care for them. Of course Castiel took a meticulous pattern to it and Sam helped by moving his papers into smaller, ordered piles. They both had OCD, Dean swore.

"Yeah, get this." Sam picked up his notebook with several names on it. "They meet before and after the full moon, all the victims have either been a threat to one of the member or have been threatened by one of the members."

"Alright. How many are there?" Dean walked over to the table to look over Sam's research.

"Five left," Sam informed him and Dean groaned.

"Five in one night?" Dean grumbled.

"But I've got a plan." Sam smirked. "Werewolves react to threats, whether obvious or subconscious." Sam gestured to his laptop. "So, I found their emails and sent them a threatening letter about knowing their dark secret. And told them to bring several hundred dollars to the park tonight." Dean gave Sam an impressed look.

"You sent threatening emails." Dean nodded.

"You repeat a lot when you're tired," Sam informed him. "All we have to do is show up at the park and their should be werewolves on the prowl."

"It's very compelling," Castiel complimented as he ran the cleaning rod though the barrel. "But what if they're not all werewolves?"

"Well, hopefully they won't call the cops," Sam said. "But I did of course include that they shouldn't call the police, and it's not an unreasonable price to pay. And hopefully if someone does come, they'll stay where we can see them." It should have been weird that they were talking about blackmailing werewolves, but it seemed to be on par with their usual methods.

"When did you set the time for?" Dean asked.

"10pm." Sam yawned and covered his mouth with his palm to stifle it. "Plenty of time for them to check their emails and for us to get some sleep."

"Yeah," Dean agreed and Sam got up to grab a few hours of sleep.

Castiel was done cleaning his gun first and he curled up on the bed he and Dean were sharing. It wasn't even a question anymore where they slept and it caught Dean's attention as he was putting his gun back together. Once the shades were pulled shut, Dean turned out the lights and stripped out of his jacket before crawling into bed with Castiel; who was curled up under the covers on one side of the bed. Dean briefly thought of stealing a sleepy kiss from Castiel, but so far during the hunt, Castiel was nothing but business. Soldier-mode, Dean called it in his head. It made him miss the nights where Castiel would curl up next to him, still pregnant and warmed to his every touch. Even when they had Nemamiah between them, they still touched.

Dean pulled the covers over himself and scooted closer to Castiel. "Hey," he murmured to see if Castiel was really asleep. He wasn't because his eyes opened and they were still clear and alert. "We'll get to go back to see Miah and Bobby after this is done."

"Yes, Dean, I know," Castiel said and rolled over into his belly, tucked his arms under his chest and turning his head away. It should have been a hint, but Dean didn't take it.

"Look, I didn't want Miah to be here in case a few monsters decided to break in," Dean continued anyway, lowly so they didn't wake Sam.

Castiel sighed with clear frustration and he turned his head back to face Dean. "I know Dean. I know the logistics of why it was inadvisable for Nemamiah to come with us." He pursed his lips briefly. "But I would feel better if she was close to me."

"I get that." Dean laid on his pillow. "I do. I miss her too." Castiel buried his face into the thin motel pillow and breathed out into it; as though depriving himself of oxygen was like being without his daughter.

Castiel finally lifted his head for air. "I worry because she's defenseless and has not been trained to protect herself. What if I'm not there when she needs me?"

"You worry because you're her dad. That's normal I hope you know." Dean gave Castiel a small smile and Castiel gave him a long, tired look that was more than physical.

"I never met my father," Castiel murmured. "Whether it be God or another angel. What if I'm. . . not good?" Dean stared at Castiel and he lost his words for a moment. "I already left her and she's only 13 days old."

"Cas." Dean rubbed his hand over Castiel's shoulder blades. "You are good dad. I haven't seen otherwise." Castiel didn't really smile, but his face relaxed while he processed it. Dean snaked his arm around Castiel's shoulders and curled his hand around Castiel's ribs, only a t-shirt between him and Castiel's skin. "You want her safe and happy, right?"

"Of course," Castiel breathed without thought.

"So do I. So does Bobby and Sam. Damn it, Gabriel likes her too, so don't think you're alone in it for a minute," Dean told him. He finally got the small smile he remembered weeks ago.

"No, of course not. Thank you, Dean." Castiel glanced up and Dean smiled back and leaned in, feeling he'd ironed out a lot of the frustration Castiel had been dwelling on. But the kiss he aimed for Castiel's lips only caught his prickled jaw.

"We should sleep, Dean. We have a long night tonight." Castiel's eyes flickering back and forth from Dean to his pillow. Dean felt he missed something but he pulled his arm back.

"Yeah, I know." Dean rolled over and huffed out a breath, watching Castiel settle down, getting a nice view of the back of Castiel's head. Dean was getting tired of this. They hadn't gotten any alone time since Sam was back with them, and that was one thing he regretted some times. He should have shoved Sam out the door and given him 50 bucks for a hooker or something. It was one thing that they hadn't slept together for 6 months after being busy with cases and he couldn't remember the last time he'd waited that long to continue sleeping with one person. Now Castiel was denying him the simple pleasure of kissing him.

Dean frowned but closed his eyes, shoving the frustration deep down for later use. He had people to save when it got dark; werewolves to kill. It would have to wait another day. Damn pack of werewolves.