Sorry for the long delay, the crazy holiday season is here! I've reached twenty chapters and I still don't know how long this story is going to be! Before the trio goes in to town to defeat the demon trying to give birth to an antichrist, the brothers get accustomed to Castiel in this chapter. The angel shows Sam something that shocks him and the brothers realize they have another serious problem to take care of. Thank you all for reading and reviewing and I hope everyone has an amazing holiday season!

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Dean's new favorite form of entertainment seemed to be picking on Castiel and the poor angel was too clueless to realize Dean was amused by his behavior.

"So, Cas, what do you think of that pie? Best thing in the world, right?" Dean eagerly asked after Castiel took his first hesitant bite of the blueberry pie Dean had ordered for him.

Castiel swallowed the mouthful and gazed at Dean quizzically. "I would have to deeply consider what the best thing in the word may be, but this slice of pie is not in my considerations."

"Way to ruin the fun man, but it is good, huh?"

"I do not usually stop and consume human foods so I cannot judge the quality."

Dean rolled his eyes. "So you don't have to eat obviously. I bet that means you don't have to sleep. What is this anyway?" Dean pushed at Castiel. "This your human form or are you possessing some poor dude?"

Sam never considered that Castiel might be possessing someone the same way demons have to. Angels should be stronger though, they would have other ways to blend in. No way would an angel possess a human and take control of their mind and body.

"I use a human host just as you. My true form is about the size of your Chrysler building, it would burn the eyes of any creature who witnessed it."

"Well that's a little…morbid," Dean stated awkwardly but Sam had a different reaction.

"So you're taking over people and using them just like demons do? What makes you believe you're any better than them? You called Dean an abomination but at least he's using his own body! You're preventing someone from living their life!"

Castiel looked generally confused, as usual, from Sam's outburst. To make things even worse, Dean kept glancing back and forth between his brother and the angel, doing nothing to hide his snickering.

"I am doing this man a favor."

"A favor?! Remember when Dean stabbed you? Once you leave that vessel the man is going to have a knife wound in his back!"

"Angels can heal the bodies entirely. Can't demons do that as well?"

Sam was about to comment that no, demon's can't. They leave the body with the wounds the host sustained while the demon was riding around in it.

Dean shrugged. "Yeah, we can do that."

Sam turned to look at Dean in awe. "But...remember Meg? Once she left, the girl started dying from the fall…"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's because Meg didn't want to heal her. Us demons, we have a choice to heal the body completely so it'll be unharmed when we leave the host. It's just that most of them don't want to, they want to hurt their hosts and leave them for dead afterwards."

Castiel turned to look at Dean. "Have you left a host for dead, Dean?"

Sam already knew the answer to that. Dean wouldn't do that. While it seemed that Dean didn't particularly care for humanity anymore, he didn't want to kill people for fun.

Dean glared at Castiel and then looked back at Sam, bewildered. "What the hell?" He shared his confusion with Sam and then stared angrily at the angel. "Who do you think you are, asking me questions like that?"

"I do not understand your anger," Castiel commented.

Dean huffed. "No. I haven't possessed many people other than myself anyway. Just people I took over for some time when I was waiting for my body to heal and watching out for Sam." Dean turned to look at Sam now. "Remember that old guy I told you I possessed to help you out when you were drunk? He had terminal cancer. The guy seemed pretty cool, so I healed him all up. Dude's back with his wife with a miracle recovery."

Sam smiled, it didn't surprise him that Dean would do something like that. He could have just left the guy to eventually die but he gave him a second chance at life.

Just like he did when he literally brought Sam back from the dead.

Castiel, however, was looking at Dean in a completely different light than he had before.

"That was very kind of you, Dean. I did not think a demon would have enough compassion left to do such a thing," the angel said as he looked at Dean with interest.

Dean looked uncomfortable and glanced down at the table with a scowl. "I just thought I could do it, and there's no real cure, so why not? And I do not have compassion!"

"I can see you have much compassion when you talk to your brother."

Dean stuttered, flustered and started scrambling around in his pockets for change.

"Wow, you're finally going to pay for something?" Sam smiled at his brother's obvious attempt at distracting himself from Castiel's statement.

"Shut-it, bitch. I thought you were still mad at our feathered friend here for possessing people?" Dean stabbed his thumb over to point at Castiel.

"I actually do not consist of any feathers."

Sam joined Dean in on his sigh.

"I do not possess people. They invite me in. This man prayed for this."

"To be a sock puppet for an angel?" Dean asked with a chuckle.

"He prayed he could be of assistance to God, and that was my invitation in. Without it, I could not take over this vessel."

"Wait a minute….," Dean paused. "Lucifer is an angel. So even if he got released and was going to possess Sam…he couldn't until Sam told him to? What the hell! Sam would never say yes! So this whole plan is…."

Castiel actually looked remorseful. "They would find a way to force Sam to submit. The devil would stop at nothing to get what he believes to be his."

Just then the waitress walked by, her eyes were nearly bugging out of her head at Castiel's statement. She seemed even more frightened by the angel than she was when he had appeared out of nowhere.

Dean snickered at her expression. "Nice going buddy, I think it's time to leave now."

It wasn't until they were all in the car that Sam realized Dean never did pay the bill, after all.

Castiel awkwardly followed the brothers around as they went through their motel room and packed things up. After they tossed their bags in the trunk, Castiel spoke up.

"I could just zap us all to the location of the demon."

Dean groaned. "If you think I'm leaving my baby here to fend for herself, you're insane."

Castiel glanced around quizzically. "I do not see a baby. I was unaware that you were a father, Dean."

Dean clutched at his hair, looking like he now wanted to strangle the angel. "My god, do all angels take things as literal as you? Wait…don't answer that. I've had enough." Dean turned to his brother. "You explain this shit to him; I'm waiting in the car."

Dean stormed off into the driver's seat, slamming the door in his wake.

Sam decided to face the angel. "Castiel, listen…"

"I thought my name would now be referred to as 'Cas', or am I mistaken?"

Sam huffed. "Okay, Cas. Listen Cas, when Dean referred to his 'baby' he was talking about the Impala. This car, right here, is his most treasured possession ever. It's a name he makes up for the car because he loves it so much. Do you understand?"

"I do not understand why an inanimate object needs a name but I am following what you are saying. That must be why Dean calls you by the name of 'Sammy' because of his love for you and that he treasures your companionship.."

"Uhh..yeah…pretty much I guess. But also because I'm his little brother." Sam felt awkward that the angel could just right out and talk about him and Dean like that while both Sam and Dean had never been great at explaining their feelings. "Okay, good. So never, ever say anything negative about Dean's car in front of him or he'll get really angry. He'd probably get even more angry now that he's a demon. Since you're going to be traveling with a demon, there's some things you have to look out for. So just….if Dean seems to be getting angry, upset or overwhelmed…just stop talking to him or he'll freak out like he did just now."

"I believe I can do that."

"Good, good. Also, his eyes change black when he's around me so you'll have to get used to that and try not to feel uncomfortable. He has a bit of a temper, but just don't upset him when he's acting up, he's pretty impatient and lacks a lot of feelings towards the human population. But he's not evil, he's not going to go out and kill people for fun," Sam explained. "And sometimes it will seem like Dean's really mad when he's talking to me, but that's just his attitude now. It's kind of like tough love….he doesn't sugar-coat his words most of the time, but he cares. He really cares for me and wants to protect me from things he can't even protect me from. "

Sam realized he blabbed on and on but he really wanted Castiel to know all the little things about Dean. Even though Castiel seemed to not hate Dean anymore, he was still an angel and would probably be put off by some of Dean's behavior. Sam didn't want this angel hurting Dean and the best he could do was let Castiel know what it would be like traveling with Dean beforehand.

"That is a lot of information, Sam. I will remember everything you have told me."

Sam heard the door to the Impala creek open as Dean stuck his head out, his eyes now black again. "Are you two done gabbing yet? Come on, let's get a move on and hurry the hell up."

Dean had driven for the first few hours, blaring his classic rock music while horribly singing along now and then, making both Castiel and Sam generally uncomfortable.

"I do not know how one could listen to these noises and consider it music." Castiel actually sounded irritated.

Sam had grinned. "Thank you!"

Dean had loudly told them both to 'fuck off' and when Sam took his turn driving, Castiel asked Sam to change the station to one playing classical music. Dean had grumbled and swore, digging out the mp3 player that he had recently found in this duffle bag, the one Sam had given him a few years back.

Dean had passed out soon after, lightly snoring and every time Sam glanced in the rearview mirror, Castiel was staring straight ahead, it was quite creepy.

He might as well have a conversation with the angel to make it less awkward. Sam figured maybe he could find some answers to some questions he'd been wondering about.

"Hey, Casti….Cas?"

"Yes, Sam?"

"I…you know about the shifter and how it pretended that Dean turned human again. Well that's not possible of course…"

"Of course it is not, a soul that has been damned and tainted until it became demonic is irreversible."

"Yeah….I get that. But….I was wondering….is there any way you could possibly get Dean….even though he's a demon…into…." Sam felt himself choking up, he knew he was going to be disappointed, but he had to ask. "Could….could you get him into heaven?"

Castiel was silent and Sam was pretty sure what that meant.

"I mean…I know he's a demon and he's done stuff in Hell that was horrible…but just look at your angel friend! He was killing humans when they were only simply in his way! Dean…he's tortured souls…but they were already damned…he hasn't killed anyone. He's not evil…he's still a hell of a good man. He doesn't deserve to be tied to Hell….if anyone deserves some peace and safety it's him…."

"Sam," Castiel stated.

"Yeah?"

"I would be able to bring Dean into heaven, but it would not be a pleasant experience for him."

"What do you mean?"

"Dean's soul would ascend to heaven. Do you know what Dean's true form looks like?" The angel questioned.

"The black smoke cloud, so what? I just want Dean to be able to go to heaven with me when I die…I wouldn't care if he had to be in cloud form. I'd miss talking to him sure, but I'd just be happy he was there with me."

"The demonic cloud is the form demons transform into when brought to earth," Castiel informed the hunter. "When in Hell or Heaven their souls take on their true form. Yours would not be much different than your body looks now, but Dean would be horribly disfigured. He would be in constant pain and agony. Also, even if I got Dean to heaven, my brothers would find him and dispose of him permanently."

Sam knew it was too good to be true. What was he thinking? Of course the other angels wouldn't allow Dean to be in heaven.

But Castiel's words about Dean's true form still rang around in Sam's head. "Dean…what does he really look like?"

"I suggest you stop the car."

Sam almost didn't stop the car in time as Castiel reached his hand out and seemed to pull Dean's soul right out of his body. Sam heard his brother scream and curse as Castiel quickly explained what was going on. In the few seconds that Sam was forced to look away so he could park the car without crashing, there was a new form next to Dean's now slumped body.

"I have pulled Dean's soul from his body. These are not actually physically injuries, but the damage done to his soul," Castiel informed Sam.

Sam stared at the figure next to him….at his brother. Sam saw the missing chunks of flesh, the giant patches of hair that were singed off and left parts of skull visible, he saw the bubbling red burns that looked brand new on Dean's face. He noticed the broken nose, the ears that were nearly completely burned away, the missing left hand and the broken fingers on the right. Sam saw ribs that were sticking out of the flesh, a hole in Dean's right shoulder and stomach and the gnarled legs.

Sam saw all that, but what he really noticed was the horrified look in those black eyes…Dean's eyes. Even with all the disfigurements, Sam could still easily recognize his brother. It confirmed what Sam already knew, Hell hadn't damaged him enough to turn him into someone…or something else.

Dean actually seemed terrified as he looked at Sam. The look was gone as soon as it came though, when Dean looked back up, the stony expression was back on his tortured face.

"Well, go ahead, run." His voice was strangled and hoarse and sounded as if he had been screaming for decades, which Dean probably had. But it was still Dean's voice. Sam wondered how Dean's voice could even be affected, since his brother wasn't even in a body right now. Sam figured there were a lot of things about Hell he'd never understand.

"What?" Sam stared at what his brother had become, what he was now, noticing the chipped and bloody teeth. Sam waited to feel disgusted and ashamed but instead found a whole different set of emotions surging through him. He felt horrible for Dean and what he had gone through, Sam was angry at himself for dying and causing Dean to sell his soul. He was furious at Lilith for killing Dean and causing him this pain. And also…Sam felt himself feeling proud. He was proud that his brother could go through eighty years of hell and still come out himself, still come out as Dean, even as a demon.

"You see what I am now…what I really am. I know this disgusts you…so go…leave now. I…I won't blame you."

Sam shrugged. "I knew it wouldn't be pretty. I know you're damaged Dean, damaged beyond repair, but…you're still you, man. I know you can see that."

"Most demons come out of hell with no resemblance to their former self. They are much more grotesquely figured than Dean, nearly lacking any human appearance," Castiel randomly decided to join in the conversation.

"You call this a 'human appearance'?" Dean scoffed, turning around to glare at the angel.

"You have seen many demons in Hell Dean, you must admit that they looked much worse off than you. More animal than human. They resembled more or a monster than a disfigured human. Alistair…"

"Don't you bring up that name unless we're talking about hunting the asshole. I know what he looked like. I know it all too well and I would like to push it to the back of my mind."

Once again, Sam saw past the scars and burns and rotting flesh that wasn't actual flesh. But just because it wasn't actual flesh and bone didn't mean that it wasn't real, the damage to Dean's soul was very much real. All Sam saw was Dean's pain. He noticed the far-away look in Dean's black eyes and he reached out, placing a hand on his brother's mottled and bloody shoulder.

Sam had wondered if he could touch Dean's soul and, apparently, he could. What Sam felt wasn't flesh and broken bones though, Sam felt sorrow and pain and disappointment. It was like all of Dean's emotions right then were being transported into Sam.

Dean jumped, Sam was afraid he caused him pain but instead Dean was staring at Sam's hand like he couldn't believe his brother would dare touch him in this form.

Dean was silent for a long time but Sam never removed his hand from his brother's soul, which felt like it was burning. It was almost as if Dean still had hellfire inside of him.

"They…that hole right there…. That's where they hung me for the first thirty years. There were these giant hooks that they just threw me on, slid right through me like I was made of paper. See the one on my stomach? That's one of them too. I was literally chained to a rack, just hanging there. Didn't matter that I didn't have a body. It all felt real," Dean closed his eyes. "Still feels like it does sometimes…"

Sam moved his hand to the back of Dean's neck, the one place on him that looked unmarred. Sam's mind was a whirlwind as he stared at his brother's true form. Everything Dean had been through…Sam couldn't even imagine….to save his life….and Dean was still trying to save his little brother, after all this…

Sam turned to face the angel, his hand still on Dean's neck. His brother looked like he was in emotional agony. "Put him back. He's in pain; you put him back in his body right now."

Castiel didn't hesitate and in a matter of seconds Dean's soul was ripped away from Sam's hand and placed back into his human body.

Dean looked at Sam with black eyes and a perfect face once again.

"I'm not leaving, Dean. I don't care if I had to look at your true form every day, I'm not going anywhere."

Dean nodded once and turned to face out the window. Sam started up the car, understanding. Dean didn't want to talk. He was ashamed; Sam knew these gestures all too well.

But he also saw understanding on Dean's face. His brother believed Sam and part of Dean was relieved because of that.

Sam gave Dean a quick pat on the shoulder and started up the Impala. Dean needed some time to himself, and Sam completely understood.

By the time they made it to their new motel destination, Dean seemed to be back to his regular, obnoxious self.

"Alright, so since we have angel-boy here, I say we just get some sleep tonight and go after the demon tomorrow."

"Do you think I'll be able to handle it? Do you think I'll need more blood than normal?" Sam asked his brother.

"What the hell Sam? How many times have I told you that you need to stay on the same amount and learn to grow into your powers? I don't need you getting addicted," Dean replied harshly and Sam backed off with a sigh.

"Okay, geeze Dean, it was just a question. I'm….I'm just afraid I'll screw up and not get a second chance like last time. I want to make sure…"

"You're gonna do just fine." Dean's tone was a lot calmer this time. "You're gonna kick that demon's ass, you just gotta trust yourself."

"Will kicking the demon in the ass destroy it?" Castiel asked curiously.

Dean ignored him. "Plus, you've got me watching out for you. And this freak. He may be clueless but he's not going to let anything happen to you either, right Cas?"

"Yes, I will take all measures to protect you both."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You're gonna protect me
too?"

"Of course, I thought I made it clear that I have learned to trust you, Dean."

"Thought you might be lying. Good, though." They entered the motel room and Dean opened up his duffle and threw a can of salt at the angel. "Go border up the door and windows, will ya?"

"Can you not do so?"

"No, I can do it just fine. It's not like I'm touching the salt, dude. If you want to be part of this group, you can help us out and take part."

"Okay," Castiel stated. "I would like to help." He turned and dutifully started salting the ground by the door.

Dean tossed a pre-mixed demon blood mixture at Sam and then kicked off his boots as he hopped into the bed closest to the door.

"I've been meaning to ask, Cas," Dean started as he watched Castiel move onto the windows. "When you oh so kindly pulled me from my body….Sam was able to touch my soul. I didn't think it was possible for someone to touch a soul. And when Sam did…it was like…the distress I was feeling…it seemed to…almost go away. I felt better, if that makes any sense."

Sam paused in the middle of drinking the demon blood mixture. He was shocked to hear this and also glad to know that he hadn't been hurting his brother when touching his soul. He was eager to hear Castiel's answer.

"Of course, it makes perfect sense."

"Yeah, how so?" Dean questioned.

"Sam touched your soul. Your brother is your soulmate as you are your brother's. Soulmates complete and heal each other."

What the hell?!

Apparently Dean was just as baffled as Sam.

"What kind of sick shit are you talking about? That me and Sam were made for each other like a couple made in heaven or some crap?"

"You do not understand. Soulmates do not have to be two people who are in love. Soulmates are simply two souls that love each other so deeply that they would be entirely lost without them. When separated, the soulmates feel incomplete, lost and start to fall apart. Soulmates understand each other and care for the other on such a deep level where others do not. Soulmates could be two lovers, a parent and child, best friends, or in your case…siblings."

Dean and Sam stared at Castiel blankly and the angel was actually smart enough to know that was his sign to continue on.

"I always had thought that if one soul became demonic, it would break the soulmate status, but I was wrong. I believe having your soulmate to come back to Earth and reuniting with him is what kept you so controlled Dean. I believe it is why you have reminisces of humanity still inside you."

Sam turned to glance at Dean to see his brother staring right back. Sam knew without words that Dean was thinking the same thing as he was. It kind of all made sense now, their bond had always been so strong, unbreakable and so much more codependent than regular siblings.

"Every soul goes to its unique heaven. Except soulmates are an exception, they share a heaven after they pass where they will stay together for eternity."

Sam watched as Dean's body froze, coming to the same realization as Sam.

"But, I can't get to heaven." Dean's voice was unnaturally quiet.

Castiel nodded. "When Sam passes, he will not have his soulmate to join his heaven. Sam's heaven will never be complete, it would be a mess. He will feel lost and depressed and will always be longing for more, to have you there with him, Dean."

Dean started to actually shake and Sam began to feel sick.

"I can't have Sam like that. Don't you understand? I thought I would be able to let him get peace and then kill myself when he moves on. But I can't leave him like that, that's no damned heaven!"

"Dean…," Sam started to say.

"Don't you try and tell me otherwise Sam! I know you won't be okay up there alone like that!"

"I…I wasn't going to say that Dean. I…I don't want to go to heaven. Not without you…it…it would be like…" Sam shuddered.

"It would be like Hell to you," Castiel answered and Sam nodded. It was the best way he could describe how he would feel without his brother, without ever seeing Dean again.

"You know what, Sam asked a long time ago about finding a way to stop aging. I didn't like the idea but I'm all on board now. You've gotta know something man. Is there something angels can do?" Dean asked Castiel, practically begging.

"I have heard of a few things although I have never experimented with them before. I will look into them for you." The angel seemed sincere. "I would not wish for anyone to go through heaven without their soulmate, I have heard it is truly one of the worst experiences imaginable."

"Thank you." Sam told the angel with gratitude. "Thank you so much."

Dean had gotten into bed after their conversation with Castiel and was still lying there three hours later. His eyes were closed, but Sam knew his brother well enough to know that Dean was far from sleeping.

Dean was thinking about the same thing Sam was. He was trying to figure out if there was some way that they could keep Sam alive, that they could stay together.

Sam had spent the hours searching on his laptop for any information and even looking over their father's journal. However, just like when Dean got sent to Hell, there were no leads. Well, other than the dangerous ones.

There were spells and rituals that required dark magic or some sort of sacrifice. Hell, one of the spells was that the person who wished to be immortal must kill the one they loved most. Wouldn't that be counterproductive?

But this time around, they had something they didn't before. They had an angel that would pop in whenever they wished. Actually, Castiel might even be considered a friend to them now.

They would figure something out, Sam was sure of it.

Closing his laptop, Sam walked over to his brother's bed. He sat down on the edge near Dean's feet and stared at the same wall Dean was facing.

"We're going to figure something out. You know that right?"

"We couldn't find a way to keep me out of Hell," Dean said matter-of-factly.

Sam knew Dean wasn't saying that to hurt Sam. He was saying it to prove that they haven't always been able to get what they wanted. But still, being reminded of what he had failed to do filled Sam with guilt and his stomach twisted. He wasn't going to let Dean down this time.

"Hey, we have Cas on our side now. Maybe even Crowley knows something. We'll figure this out, Dean. There's no way I'm going up to heaven without you. After we finish this thing with Lilith, we can spend all our time looking for a way to keep me around, all right?"

Dean gave a small nod. He didn't want to talk about this anymore today and Sam wasn't going to push his limits. Sam patted Dean's leg and stood up. He grabbed his change of clothes from his duffle when he realized that Castiel was still standing in the room, staring out the window, motionless.

Even though Castiel seemed to be out of it and not facing Sam's way, there was no way he was changing in the same room as the angel. Sam carried his clothes to the bathroom and after he changed he found Dean standing on the other side of the door. His brother had a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt in hand. His black eyes and the awkward expression on his face made for a hilarious combination.

"So, I see you're also uncomfortable changing in front of him," Sam chuckled.

Dean's face contorted into a grimace. "There's no way in hell I'm stripping down to my boxers with him standing there like a moron. What the hell is that about, he's been like that for hours!?"

"Maybe it's how angels sleep. Like, they zone-out and just…recharge," Sam suggested.

"I don't care what it is. It's creepy as hell." Dean pushed past Sam into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Sam walked over to his bed, still laughing and got comfortable under the covers. Dean exited the bathroom a few minutes later and threw his dirty clothes into a heap on the floor. He walked over to turn off the light but stopped when he noticed that Castiel was standing next to it.

"Dude, just turn it off," Sam sighed.

"No way! What if he snaps out of whatever kind of freaky trance he's in and decides he does want to kill me?"

"He's not going to attack you, Dean."

"You don't know that, he's being creepy-ass!"

Sam smirked at his brother's childish, yet vulgar, retort. "You're scared!"

"I am not! I'm just weirded out by his random decision to meditate in front of our window!"

"Fine, then I'll do it. I'm not sleeping with the lights on."

That would get Dean to suck it up and turn off the lights. He would never want to admit that Sam was braver than him at anything.

"No! I'll just…" Dean stared up at the light on the ceiling and after a moment it began to flicker. It did so for a few more seconds before the lights went out completely.

"Huh….," Sam murmured. He knew that demons could affect electricity and make the lights flicker when they entered a room; it was just that Dean had never done so; his brother had rarely used his powers. It was a little frightening to watch Dean turn off the lights with only his mind, but also fascinating and kind of cool.

"Pretty neat, huh? I still need some practice because I've never done this on purpose before. Although I'd say I'm pretty decent, I didn't even burst a bulb!" Dean sounded proud of himself.

"It is cool," Sam admitted and that got Dean grinning. Sam was happy he had spoken up if it made Dean smile. Dean needed that acceptance from Sam; he needed to know that Sam wasn't creeped out by any of his demon powers.

"You should use your powers to close the curtains too. What if someone walks past and sees a creepy man staring blankly at them?"

Dean snickered. "Good idea."

Sam could barely see with the lack of light but he caught Dean's arm moving and the curtains closed shut at the same time.

Dean then finally got into bed and scooted as far away as he could get from Castiel. He turned away from the window and the angel and lay facing Sam.

"This is so freaking weird with him just standing with his back to us as we sleep."

"You're never going to get over this, are you?"

"Probably not."

Sam laughed quietly and got comfortable. There was silence for about a minute or so.

"Goodnight, Sammy."

Ahh, there it was, Sam smiled. "Goodnight, Dean."

Just as Sam was starting to drift off, a voice interrupted the quiet night.

"Goodnight, Sam and Dean," Castiel stated in a monotonous voice.

Sam yelped and Dean screamed something that sounded like 'holy fuck, what the hell was that shit?'

Castiel was still standing at the window; his back turned and body as still as a statue.

"What the fuck, man? Now you decide to speak up? What the hell was that about?" Dean growled at the prone angel.

Castiel didn't answer. He didn't even move.

"This guy has some serious issues. Come on Sam, that was creepy as hell," Dean repeated for about the third time tonight. "I thought he was sleeping or whatever you called it?"

Sam had to agree. "That was pretty creepy."

"So he's been awake this whole time, just listening to us talk and standing there like a stalker? Remind me why I considered bringing him along?"

"Because he's really good backup?"

"Well, I'm telling you one thing. We're only calling him when we really need him from now on. And he's getting a separate room, or he can go stalk and stare in the bathroom when we're sleeping, none of this freaky shit."

"You try explaining to him why he was creepy and why he can't stay in our room. He kind of seems to lack common sense," Sam reminded his brother.

Dean muttered and cursed about the angel some more before laying back down and getting comfortable.

Dean sighed. "Why do I have a feeling that we're going to be stuck with this guy forever?"

"Funny, I was just thinking that too."

But maybe that wasn't so bad. Maybe, Castiel entering their lives would actually be a good thing, for once.