They stayed up late watching movies and talking about nonsense. They laughed so loud, they got a warning from the front desk to keep it down, as there were complaints.

Dean huffed, slamming the phone down. He missed that satisfaction. Smart phones don't have that same effect when one wanted to angrily hang up on someone.

He yawned. "I guess we're a little too exciting for this stuck-up crowd, but it's my freaking birthday, so whatever..."

"Happy Birthday, Dean..." Cas smiled. So that's why the nice hotel and the steak for dinner. Humans like to 'treat themselves' on their day of birth.

"Thanks, Cas..." Dean shrugged it off, like it was no big deal. "I am getting kinda tired though, and...yep, it's after 3 a.m., no wonder..."

"Well, you go on, Dean." Cas got up and went to his suitcase. It did not have any necessities in it, but it did have books, magazines, and newspapers they have found and picked up on their journey together. "I'll catch up on some reading."

"Yeah, you do that." Dean watched Cas sit up against the headboard of his bed and laughed.

"What?" Cas looked up from his reading.

"You need a wardrobe, pal...cause this detective crap is gettin' kinda old."

"But...this is what I wear...you always wear plaid..." Cas defended.

"I don't always...ok, yeah, I've got something I like, and I wear a lot of...and well, I just like it. Nevermind. All I'm saying is, we need to get you something else...for Casual Friday..." Dean left to take a shower without explaining, but from what Cas could figure, it had to do with something he was not wearing.

Oh, this feels good. So good.

Glad to be back out in this world. Been too long. Got a lot to catch up on.

Heaven's locked up? That's cute. I'm not interested in that.

Dad's still missing? Figures. He never cared...I could blow up His precious little Earth, and he still won't come back.

But that's not fun. No...wait...what's this?

Hell is in a ruckus too. Yes, I'm back. At least someone's happy about it. But why are they...oh...

"Oooooh...what do we have here?"

Demons turned to see Lucifer standing in the thrown room of Hell.

"Welcome home, sir..." One spoke up as they all bowed.

"Thank-you...you can save the party for later. Um...what's going on? Why is everyone upset?" No one dared to answer. "Hey, come on, I'm chill now...I'm not mad. I promise, I just want to know what the problem is, so I can fix it, and we can all get back to business as usual. Now, what's got your heads spinning?"

Another demon stood and pulled out his phone. "Well, sir, we came to found out, before you were released from the Cage, that, um...an angel came down here..."

Lucifer boiled, but hardly showed it. "I'm sorry, what?"

"An angel...broke into Hell..."

"A little feathered ass came down here..." Lucifer pointed down, then held his hands out. "What did he do?"

"He...freed a soul..."

Raising his eyebrows, the Devil laughed. "Now, why would a they do a stupid thing like that? Whose soul was so important that they had to come down here and steal from me?"

"Uh...Dean Winchester."

"Dean Winchester..." He repeated. "Give me everything you know about him, and find him and that angel!"

Dean woke up to another nightmare, screaming at the top of his lungs.