I'm No Angel Part 2

"Look, for the billionth time, we're just looking for some information, okay?" Dean sighed, clearly frustrated. "We're not cops. I mean, do we look like cops?"

The homeless people all looked amongst each other and nodded.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Well, we're not cops. We just need to find a friend who's in it deep."

"Look, he might have been here the night that guy was killed," Angela added. "Were any of you here then?"

"Maybe." One of the homeless men piped up.

"Oh, okay." Dean nodded. "Uh, he's—he's got dark hair, blue eyes, a little out of it."

Sam adjusted Grace in his arms. "He maybe called himself Clarence?"

"Clarence, yeah." The man nodded.

"You two talk?" Sam questioned.

"Not much."

"And, uh…?" Dean pressed.

The man shrugged. "I think he was on the run."

"Did you see him with the vic—uh, victim?" Angela asked.

"No."

Dean pursed his lips. "Okay…"

"He went off to sleep in another part of the resort." The man added.

"Where?" Dean asked.

"He's not there now."

"Where'd he go?" Sam sighed.

"I saw him running from under the bridge to the highway." The man explained.

Dean rolled his eyes again. "You gonna pay us for all this teeth pulling? Where was he headed?"

"He flagged a truck heading north. Detroit, probably." The man explained.

Angela's brows furrowed. "Why Detroit?"

"Truck was marked 'Motor City Meats.'"

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Dean, Sam, and Angela walked out of the convenience store and started heading back to the Impala. Dean and Sam carried the groceries while Angela carried Grace.

"Look at these chemicals," Sam said as he looked at the container of pie. "Do you even read the label?"

Dean snatched the container away and scoffed. "No. I read 'pie'. The rest is just 'blah, blah, blah'. Listen, when we hit Detroit, we start with the homeless shelters."

"Right," Angela nodded. "Then go to the encampments, soup kitchens…"

"Check out the places that he might have gone looking for work," Dean added.

They passed a pay phone, where a suspicious looking man stood. He followed the Winchesters inconspicuously.

"Yeah, and Angie and I can—we can check for vagrancy arrests," Sam added.

"Yeah, and, you know…" Dean mimed a head exploding. "Odd deaths."

The three hunters rounded a corner, but when the man followed them seconds later, they were nowhere in sight. The man started down the street cautiously when Dean and Sam appeared out of nowhere and slammed him up against a chain link fence, an angel blade and the demon blade against his throat. Angela stood close to Sam, holding Grace protectively.

"Who are you?!" Sam bellowed.

"Why are you trailing us?!" Dean demanded.

~/~\~

The man's wrists were cuffed to an overhead beam. Dean, Sam, and Angels stood in front of him, Dean clutching an angel blade.

"So, Maurice." Dean started. "You bounty hunters are like Delta Force reapers. Why would they sic you on Cas?"

"He warded himself," Maurice replied.

"Naomi hire you?" Angela questioned.

Maurice chuckled. "You really are out of the loop. Naomi's dead. Resting in pieces."

"So, then who's running things now?" Sam asked.

"Answer!" Dean yelled after a brief pause.

"Her protégé, Bartholomew," Maurice answered. "He's an up-and-comer."

"So, he figured we'd lead you to Cas," Angela replied.

"This Bartholomew, he organizing the angels?" Dean questioned.

Maurice didn't respond, and Dean slashed him with the angel blade.

"That's all I know," Maurice assured.

Dean just put the tip of the blade to Maurice's throat.

"You can kill me. It won't matter. If I don't find Castiel, there are others that will. But do what you want."

"Sure." Dean nodded, pushing the blade through Maurice's throat, killing him.

~/~\~

Detroit, Michigan

Dean pulled the car to a stop out of nowhere. Angela rested against Sam, who looked slightly confused.

"What's up?" he asked his brother.

"We've been chasing our tails all night. No Cas. 'What's up?' I'm fried." Dean snapped. "I think it's time for plan B."

Sam's brows furrowed. "I'm not following."

"I'm letting you know," Dean replied firmly, trying to get Ezekiel to take over.

"O-okay. Um, letting me know what?"

Dean pursed his lips. "I'm letting you know."

Sam's eyes flashed blue and straightened up, signaling that Ezekiel had finally taken over. Angela pulled away from her spot against Sam and looked up at him.

"What is it?" Ezekiel asked, slightly annoyed.

"We need your help," Dean replied.

"That is flattering." The angel muttered. "We've been through this. I cannot be making public appearances."

"We understand that," Angela assured. "No one's asking you to walk the red carpet. We need your help finding Cas."

"It cannot be done. He is warded."

Dean rolled his eyes. "We know that, but maybe you can use you intergalactic, hyperspace, X-ray eyeballs to find someone else. There might be a reaper for rent on his ass. Could you find them?"

Ezekiel sighed, relenting. "I could try."

~/~\~

Angela had Grace in the papoose carrier as they walked up to April's apartment. Dean managed to kick the door open just as April stabbed Castiel in the chest.

"Cas!" Dean yelled, drawing his own angel blade.

April effortlessly used her angel powers to fling Dean and Angela into the kitchen bench, while Sam was flung into the closet across the room. She kicked Dean's angel blade away as she made her way over to Sam. Dean eyed the angel blade still sticking out of Castiel while Angela made sure Grace was okay. Sam stood up to face April, but before he could make a move, she punched him across the face and sent him back to the floor. She turned around just in time for Dean to stab her in the chest, killing her in a flash of white light.

Dean ran over to Castiel while Angela ran over to Sam.

"Cas. Cas. Cas!" Dean pleaded.

"Sammy?" Angela smoothed his hair back. "Sam!"

Dean shook Castiel, but he was cold and unmoving. "Cas!" Dean's voice broke. "No."

Sam regained consciousness and blinked up at Angela, who helped him up.

"Guys, he's gone…" Dean breathed out.

Sam brushed past Angela and approached Castiel, quietly and solemnly. Both Dean and Angela looked at Sam, realizing that is was actually Ezekiel. The angel knelt down and gently placed a hand over Castiel's chest. With another bright light, all of Castiel's wounds quickly healed themselves.

Ezekiel finally finished healing Castiel, and stumbled backward, clearly weakened. Castiel gasped back to life as Ezekiel slumped back to the floor, unconscious again. Angela helped Ezekiel up while Dean kept an eye on Castiel.

"Dean." Castiel breathed, wide-eyed.

"Hey." Dean gasped out. "Hey! Yeah."

Sam woke up again, evidently shocked by the scene he'd woken up to.

"You good, baby?" Angela asked worriedly.

Sam just nodded, staring at Castiel, confused. The ex-angel turned to look at the couple.

"Sam, Angela." Castiel murmured.

"Cas. You're okay." Sam replied, stunned.

"Never do that again!" Angela told Castiel firmly.

"Alright," he nodded. "But I'm confused. I know she stabbed me, but I'm—well, I don't appear to be dead."

Dean pursed his lips and looked at Sam. "Well, you got dinged." He noted, turning back to Castiel. "And, uh, you. I made a deal with her. Said she wouldn't get kabobbed if she brought you back. She brought you back."

"You lied," Castiel said obviously.

"I did." Dean nodded. "I do that."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela walked into the main room of the bunker.

"You know, you never answered my question," Sam started. "How did you guys know where to find Cas?"

"I told you," Dean shrugged as he took a bite of his burrito. "I went through Maurice's pockets. I found an address and took a shot."

"I never saw you go through Maurice's pockets," Sam argued.

"Well, Angie did," Dean replied. "Besides, I don't see half the nerdy stuff that you do. It doesn't mean that you don't do nerdy stuff."

Castiel walked into the room wearing fresh clothes. He carried Grace in his arms, and she shook the rattle that was in her hand.

"Aw, look at Gracie and her Uncle Cas." Angela cooed, a large smile on her face.

Castiel smiled down at his niece. "I am really enjoying this place." He commented, looking back at the hunters. "Plentiful food. Good water pressure. Things I never even considered before. There really is a lot to being human, isn't there?"

"It ain't all just burritos and strippers, my friend." Dean took another bite of his burrito.

"Yeah. I understand what you're saying."

"You do?" Angela raised her brows.

Castiel nodded. "Yes, there's more to humanity than survival. You… look for purpose, and you must not be defeated by anger or despair. Or hedonism, for that matter."

Dean's brows furrowed slightly. "Where does hedonism come into it?"

"Well, my time with April was very educational."

"Yeah," Sam chuckled. "I mean, I would think that getting killed is something."

"And having sex," Castiel replied obviously.

Dean practically choked on his burrito and Angela covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"You had sex with April?" she asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, that would be where the hedonism comes in," Sam muttered.

"Shh." Dean hushed. "So… did you have protection?"

Castiel shrugged. "I had my angel blade."

Angela bit her lip, trying to stop herself from laughing. Dean, however, let out a laugh.

"Oh—oh, he had the angel blade."

"Um…" Sam pursed his lips.

"In any event, I—I do now see how difficult life can be and how well you three have led it," Castiel said sincerely. "And I think you'll be great teachers."

"Thanks, Cas." Angela smiled, taking Grace from his arms.

"Are there any more burritos?"

"Uh, yes." Dean pointed towards the kitchen.

Castiel nodded in thanks and walked away. Both Dean and Angela chuckled as Sam's body straightened up.

"Our little Cas." Dean grinned. "He gave it up to a reaper. That is—

"Castiel cannot stay here." Ezekiel interrupted. "He will bring the angels down on all of us."

Angela frowned. "No, no, he's got the Enochian tattoo. He's warded."

Ezekiel clenched his jaw. "He was warded when April found him, and she killed him."

"Yes, and you brought him back, and we thank you for that," Dean assured. "But this is Cas, okay, who vouched for you when we didn't know you from jack. The bunker is safe."

"Bartholomew is massing a force," Ezekiel stressed. "We cannot stand an incursion. Castiel is in danger, and if he is here, I am in danger."

"Wait, you're in danger?" Angela questioned. "From who, the angels?"

Ezekiel squared his shoulders and looked down at Angela. "If he stays, I am afraid I will have no choice but to leave."

"You… you can't do that. Sammy isn't well enough." Angela argued. "If you leave his body…"

"I know. I am sorry."

Dean and Angela looked at each other, unsure of what to do. On one hand, Castiel was their friend, and they wanted to keep him safe… But on the other hand, Sam would die without Ezekiel…

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Dean and Angela walked into the library, where Castiel sat at the table, happily eating a burrito.

"Epic food. I can't get enough." He smiled.

"Um, Cas, hon, can we talk?" Angela asked gently as she sat next to him, adjusting Grace in her arms.

"Of course." Castiel nodded. "You know I always appreciate our talks, our time together."

Angela nodded, guilt settling in her stomach. "Right, um, Cas…"

"Listen, buddy." Dean sighed. "Um… you can't stay."

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you liked this chapter! :) I wish we could have seen more family moments between Grace and Cas. Anyway, thank you for any recent reviews! I'm trying to respond to all of them :) Love you guys, xoxo.

~Emily