Dean landed in a place with melting snow of all friggen things.
"You couldn't have taken me closer to California."
"I am not used to this form yet, my powers are limited for my vessels safety, this process is supposed to take weeks if not months of training and assimilation into this form I had a week to convince my vessel to say yes, and then a day to find you in heaven. I could only follow my brother's astral trail. His Vessel apparently resides in this town."
"Yeah this town that is not California" Dean looked around the boring street block of cookie cutter houses and minivans. Walking up to a car dean examined the licence plate "Minnesota, 10 000 lakes. Just Great."
"My apologies Dean." the gravelly voiced angel just stared at him.
"I am guessing you can't take me to California."
The Angel didn't even blink, and it was getting creepy how he just stared "No, I don't know the logistics of flying in this realm yet." Castiel turned around and started walking and on his fifth step disappeared.
"Hey god your kids suck" Dean mumbled before looking around and deciding which van will get him less noticed the silver on or the gray one. Rolling his eyes he just decided the one parked behind a fence will do.
In a car and quickly finding the freeway Dean stopped to phone Talia from a pay phone, getting the voicemail, she never answered unknown numbers, dean left a message. "Hey Tals, uhh I am back, I was in Heaven apparently, Michael kidnapped me I am in Minnesota I don't have anything so I stole a car, just wanted to tell you I am safe, see you in a couple of days." Dean hung up and started his journey west.
It took 7 hours to get to bobby's and a half hour to convince Bobby that Dean was himself, it took Peter tackling him and kissing him senseless that Bobby relented that okay maybe it was Dean… Maybe. Dean was confirmed Dean, when Peter punched Dean on the shoulder, causing Dean to whine about being Fragile.
"You are not Fragile, Why did you call my sister, and not me?" Peter demanded.
"Tals is like the dispatch, she can get a hold of Uncle Noah, Bobby, and you. Who is supposed to be in Canada right now, why aren't you in Canada?"
"Erik went, a missing pack mate takes precedence over any meeting." Peter was still frowning at Dean. "Why were you kidnapped?"
"I found out that Michael had done quite a lot of tinkering with little star, the kid is actually stealing Meat suits grace. He's Michael ace in the hole in some deluded card game concerning the human race, there's a cycle like Mortal Kombat, good vs evil type fight. And it's scheduled and whoever wins the war decided the fate of our souls. So far the angels are undefeated, Michael always wins." Dean rummaged around Bobby's and Peters research area and grabbed the book they couldn't make heads or tail out of, they looked at Dean curiously. "I coded it, I didn't want Mikey to find it, Little Stars powers are all locked up, and only Michael is supposed to be able to unlock them," Dean started pulling out books he must have got the information from," Remember when he was two and we had to call Michael to sort him out, well apparently that wasn't supposed to happen, the kid fought through a power blocker, Michael added one and strengthened the previous blocker, also gave the kid ADHD." Dean pointed to a ripped and faded script about the great flood to kill the hybrid children of the angels and humans. "It's because the kid is stealing his mother's grace at an alarming rate, and Meat suit being a Nephilim from a lower level angel it's easy for him to overpower her. From my understanding Meat Suit turned to drugs some time ago, and when She was so out of it, Michael convinced a demon to go in and take over that's why there is no missing person's report, no family, nothing on Meat Suit. Hell we don't even know her name, she could be a little older than Little Star or so old she just wanted to kill herself."
"So what is Stiles?" Bobby asked.
"That I haven't found out yet, but for some reason as powerful as Little Star is Michael can control him so absolutely that he doesn't follow the same rules as other Nephilim." Dean started grabbing his clothes that he left at Bobby's and found his three dead cellphones tucked in a sock a pair of pants and one in a jacket.
"Well at least Michael gave everything back" Peter chuckled as Dean untangled his gun clip from a pair of boxers. "Why he hid them amongst your clothing is beyond me."
"Probably so you wouldn't find them." Dean shrugged he was going to ignore all angel behaviour it was better for his sanity. "We are waiting for these to charge," Dean held up his phones "and then me and you are going to Cali."
"No, we are spending the night its 11 o'clock at night, we will leave first thing in the morning."
"Listen to pretty boy, Dean-o, killing yourself due to exhaustion won't help Stiles any." Bobby pulled out the sleeping bags, and mats and threw them at Dean who started pouting. "I will phone John tomorrow after you have left telling him his angel buddy kidnapped you."
Dean glared, but relented and started laying out the bedding in the living room, the familiar routine calmed him a bit, as he slowly agreed to the plan laid out before him. "Fine, but we are leaving as soon as that sun even thinks of rising." Dean stares at Peter until he agrees.
Bobby watched as Peter and Dean curled around each other. "Good night you idjits," he said fondly before turning off the light "and No funny Business."
"I plomise" Peter said as Dean laughed
"I heard that" Bobby yelled from down the hall, and started mumbling, probably about stupid kids. Causing Dean and Peter to laugh even more. It was good to be home Dean thought as their giggles died off, and he snuggled closer to Peter, Dean drifted off to sleep to the sound of Peters heart beat and breathing, the familiar creaking metal of the wreck yard, and the odd noises the house settling around them usually made.