Alas, another short chapter… but it's funny! And you'll never guess what Cas does at Cassandra's Bar!

Enjoy!

I spent three months here, crooning out songs to a crowd of drunk people that wouldn't know if I could carry a tune in a bucket. I'd been dubbed 'Cassandra's Honkey Tonk Angel', later shortened to 'Cas's Angel' when folks were too drunk to spit out the rest of it. Mostly, I gotten used to answering to Angel. I was told I had a sweet smile and a honeyed baritone singing voice –but then, most of the people who told me that had five more drinks than they should have.

Cassandra herself had found me. The sweet, sassy black woman had clothed me and given me a job. She'd shown me so much kindness and I felt like a burden to the blind lady, so no matter what, she always received half of my tips back in the register or her tip jar, since she kept the cost of running the place down by tending bar herself. I had a feeling she knew, but she never let on.

"Hey, Angel," she called.

I looked up from the end of the bar. "Yes, beautiful?"

"Two men here want to see you," she told me softly.

"Mm." I stood and hopped the bar to stand beside her.

I pressed a light kiss to her cheek and she laughed. "Boys, this is our Angel."

Two men gapped at us. The taller one had wavy hair that was long enough it brushed the lobes of his ears and the most beautiful blue-green eyes I'd ever seen –well, I guess three months of memories don't count for much, anyway. The shorter one had an almost military-style crew cut and hazel-green eyes. Laugh lines and worry lines etched both faces, but the expressions of shock on their faces was attention-grabbing to say the least.

The shorter of the pair was the most startled, perhaps, but also the first to reach out toward me, his eyes scanning me. I felt it almost like a physical touch.

The taller one touched my shoulder. "Castiel. We've been so worried."

Perhaps this was a piece to the huge puzzle that was my past. "Castiel… is that… me? And… who are you?"

The shorter man looked pained. The taller one simply looked sad, then stunned, as if there was something he hadn't expected.

"Cas… you're human!"

"…I wasn't before?"

And that was when the knees of the taller of the two men gave out beneath him.

Yep, Sammy passes out. It amuses me to do these things.

And, since someone said they liked the post-chapter conversations…

POST-CHAPTER CONVERSATION
Sammy: Why did I have to pass out?
Sins: Because Dean just wouldn't, Sammy-love.
Castiel: When are you going to get to the good stuff?
Sins: When Dean cooperates for the romantic moments.
Dean: (defensively) What?

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