Sam blearily opened an eye. He heard the sounds of movement in the kitchen, smelled the greasiness of bacon and the sharp sent of coffee. Stretching his long frame, he yawned widely and checked the clock. Seven forty five. Fifteen minutes until the Angels come and thirty minutes until Billie. Sam swung his legs out of bed, running a hand through the mop of his hair. Last night had not been easy for him, terrible thoughts, memories, sent from Eden in its current darkness, had plagued him throughout the night. He knew that compared to Dean's thoughts Sam's must have been nothing, little dark spells maybe but nothing more. He decided not to mention this to Dean, as to make sure he didn't start mother-henning, something Dean insisted he didn't do.

"Dean!" Sam called out, sure to put on a light and calmed tone as to not alarm his brother. "You're up?"

"Yeah," Dean called back. "Couldn't sleep."

Sam's heart sank. He walked out to the kitchen to stand next to his brother. "Nightmares?" he asked.

"Not quite," he said, the tone of his voice shifting so slightly that most people wouldn't notice but Sam, having known Dean all of his life, caught the tone change.

"Eden," Sam said softly. It wasn't a question, nor was it a comment, just a simply, unquestionable, fact.

"Yeah."

"I had them to." Sam could see Dean tense. "They weren't bad," Sam finished quickly. "Just memories."

Dean relaxed, flipping one of the eggs over in the pan. "Ok," he breathed. Clearing his throat, he pointed at the second own full of bacon. "Could you take care of those for a sec?"

"Oh, oh yeah, sure." Sam awkwardly tried to fit beside his brother without elbowing him several times. He failed.

"God Sammy," Dean said, rubbing his ribs. "That hurts, you bitch."

"Jerk," Sam shot back, not even looking up.

Five minutes later Dean had two plates out and was depositing two eggs, a buttered piece of toast, and several slices of bacon, onto each plate. "Here," he said, shoving one at Sam. "Coffees in the machine. Get me a cup, will you?"

Sam rolled his eyes, feeling the levels of anxiety in the room drop as they eased back into older habits, cooking together, ordering one another around. He poured two mugs of coffee, making one with milk and a tiny bit of cream and leaving his own black. "Here," he said, setting Dean's down beside him. "You're welcome."

Dean muttered something and held up a hand, his eyes fixed on the laptop he had opened up in front of him. "Sammy," he said, voice choked. "Read this."

Sam spun the computer to face him. "Shit," he whispered, scanning the page. "Five suicides in the last twenty-four hours?" He paused for a second. "All these kids had bad pasts, looks like. This girl here, names Adeline Summer, sixteen, her single dad was abusive. She took razors to her wrists. Timothy Golwin, twenty, girlfriend was in a car crash. Died in the hospital. He drove off a cliff. Jonathan Mills, fourteen, mom was killed by the dad who is still in prison, he used a gun. Madison Brooks, nineteen, she was struggling with her sexuality apparently, highly religious family, she hung herself. Lastly, Nico Vawter, seventeen, lived with a brother who beat him, OD'd it looks like." Sam cast an uneasy glance at Dean, who fidgeted.

"Those poor kids," Dean murmured. "We need to close up Eden for good. Before anyone else dies."

Sam nodded. "Definitely." He didn't press Dean to speak anymore, instead the brothers sat and ate in silence, the only noise coming from the munch and slurp of food and drink. Neither of them wanted to address the subject, neither wanted to think about it but the tension lingered still.

Cas. They would be getting Cas, and despite the road to recovery he would be on, Cas, the Angel who loved them, would be home, in the Bunker. Dean was visibly nervous about it, only in small motions however, hard to be noticed by anyone else but Sam, who had know his brother since the day he had been born. Sam resisted the urge to lean over and squeeze Dean's arm.

A flap interrupted the anxiety induced silence. Gabriel, Asmodei, and Lucifer stood shoulder to shoulder. "Boys," Gabriel said softly. "How's everything?"

Dean gave a quick smile and nodded. "Everything's good so far."

"A question. When Cas comes back," Sam did say when, refusing to acknowledge the other side of things, if 'if'. "When we get him back, will he go home with us or to Heaven with you?"

Asmodei sighed. "I would prefer him to come with us but his heart belongs with you two. He can stay here unless Heaven has need of him."

Lucifer nodded in agreement, carefully avoiding letting his gaze linger on Sam long enough to scare him. "I've been in his head, remember. And does he love you boys, so much, more than I've ever seen an Angel love in the long history of the world. The only Angel coming close to that amount of affection is Asmodei." Asmodei flinched a little. "I am sorry brother," Lucifer told him."It is true."

Dean cleared his throat. "Uh thanks Lucifer. Sam and I had better change and get weapons ready."

"Of course," Lucifer answered. "And remember, Eden is a dangerous place and my little brother is there. He may not be quite right when we get him out. Prepare yourself."

Dean met his eyes with a strong determination. "I know. I'm not giving up on him." He turned and beckoned to Sam and together they left the room.

Gabriel cracked a smile. The older Winchester unquestionably loved his Angel, didn't he? He glanced at Asmodei who raised his dark eyebrows, a soft grin on his lips. I am happy that Cassie has found someone to hold dear, he said through Angel radio.

Loving a human is a risky game, brother, one must play very carefully.

I know, Gabriel assured him. Cassie knows too.

I pray they finally tell each other how they feel, Lucifer added, butting into their conversation. I was in Cas's head for months. If i have to put up with them pining even more then I swear I will run myself through with an Angel blade.

Gabriel laughed out loud. "Lucifer!" he scolded. "Shut up. They need to make the decision themselves!"

"What decision?" came Dean's voice from the door way.

Gabriel turned to see the brother, clad in clean clothes and with weapon bags slung over their shoulder, standing in the doorway. "On whether or not you're going to finally tell Cas that you're in love with him."

Dean glared at him, setting the weapons down and walking over to the Archangel. Sam glanced nervously between them. "Don't mention that," Dean snarled. "I don't freakin' know if I'm going to tell him or not, okay?"

Sam walked over to him and set a gentle hand on his arm. "Dean, come on, it's alright that you don't know what to do. Gabriel," he said, fixing him with an stare that could freeze fire. "Leave him alone."

For a second Gabriel saw into that soul, that blue fire burning so brightly, a mirror of Lucifer's Grace. Ice blue and burning cold, the similarities in life force scared the crap out of him. Even more so than their past actions.

Most people think I burn hot. Actually it's rather the opposite.

AN: I got wifi outside a restaurant so I could update and I wrote several chapters ahead so I can update more frequently. Hope you enjoy this one. Promise the next will be MUCH more interesting (and much more gay)! What do you want to happen at the Destiel reunion? Please tell me! Thanks for reading!