I'm sorry things took so long to for me to update. Things haven't been well, anyways here is chapter two. Please read and review. I don't own Supernatural or anything.

Castiel woke up the next morning staring at the ceiling. In the few times he slept and the different places he slept it all seemed the same vision. All the hotels and motels they had stayed in were all different, but to the angel it all seemed the same. Maybe the omnipresence vision of his had spoiled the world for him. But now everyday seemed like a refreshment of purgatory. He rolled to his side to see Dean sleeping on his stomach. The thought that someone was there to take care of him, and someone to pick up the pieces, made his heart beat with hope. He rolled over to brush a loose hair from Dean's face. He stirred a little and woke up looking at the fallen ange's face.

"Morning." Castiel said smiling

"Hey, Cas how you feeling."

"Better, and much better now that your awake." Castiel said leaning in for a kiss. However he did not expect Dean's reaction. Stopping him from leaning over was Dean's hand pressed against him.

"Cas, listen we need to talk."

"I don't understand Dean. I thought you said you loved me." Castiel said with the sheets wrapped around his body. Dean sat at the far end of the room at the coffee table. He was rubbing his eyes trying to brush up an answer.

"Cas, I have feelings for you. I mean last night was great, and I mean I wanted to make you feel better. I love you, but I am not sure of that way."

"But, I don't understand. You said those words I love you."

"Castiel, listen maybe this will be something later, but not right now. Isn't it enough that you know I have some feelings for you?" Castiel bit the bottom of his lip trying to come up with an answer. He massaged the part of his lip that he was biting on with his tongue. He swallowed trying to muster the words.

"Yeah. That's going to be fine. That will be just fine." He laughed forcing a smile, but inside he was crying. He kept screaming inside his head "Why would Dean make me feel so good and then take it all away?"

The morning whether was not welcoming, as was the events of today. Castiel took the back seat and looked out the window. Dean and Sam were talking in the front seat about some other hunt. He sat silently not saying a word. They drove to Bobby's place for a rest before going on.

"So you ain't holy no more?" Bobby said to Castiel as they sat around the plastic kitchen table.

"Errmm, I was never holy, I just no longer have any power. So if you're asking if I have divine power s anymore. Then the answer would be no." he said poking a potato.

"Yeah, Bobby do you mind if we leave Cas here for a while?" All eyes shifted on Dean.

"Err,Sure as long as Cas don't mind." Before Cas could reply Dean replied for him.

"Well, Cas is human now and we just can't use him until he's use to being human. I mean Cas your smart, but you're also really inexperienced at being soft and smooshy." He patted the fallen angel on the back.

"Yes, Dean I think I will stay here for a while. Until I become accustomed to things." Castiel said taking a bite of the flavorless potato.

After the rest of the house fell asleep the Castiel raided the stockpiles of magical supplies kept around the house. He took a Polaroid of himself, some graveyard dirt, and some other ingredients and buried them at a crossroad near the house.

"I never thought I'd see the day when an angel would call a demon." Crowley said.

"I am a fallen angel. I didn't call you here to talk either." Castiel said being firm.

"Well, well, see that being human hasn't made your ego smaller."

"Listen Crossroads demon I want to make a deal."

"I'm listening. This could be a great prize." The demon said putting his fingers together in intrigue.

"Make me an angel again. Give me back what I was before. I can pay the price."

"You're kidding me? I mean I can't I don't think I can do that." Crowley seemed surprised at the request.

"Can you or can you not Demon?" Castiel asked again.

"No, I can't do it. Even if I could I wouldn't. I'd never get what I want in the deal. Angels don't die easily or at all." Crowley said walking away from the angel. He waited for a smart reply from the mortal bound angel. But nothing happened, turning around he found Castiel on the floor knees to his face crying.

"Shhhh, hey you don't have to get upset. We don't all get what we want." Crowley said trying to comfort the crying man.

"Please. Please. There has to be something you can do." Grabbing on to Crowley waist. For a moment Crowley forgot he was a fierce demon, the tears blurred Castiel's crystal eyes. He got upset finally that Crowley slapped him across the face.

"Damn it! You use to be a higher being get some dignity."

"I'm sorry. I just I miss what I use to be." Castiel said from his position on the floor.

"Listen you'll find your place. Just don't worry. No more crying okay? I can't stand the crying." Crowley placed a kiss on top of the angel's head. He scooped up the man in his arms and carried him back to the house.

Crowley placed him in the bed and vanished. He rolled around the bed for what seemed like forever. Dean did not want him around. Crowley could not fix him or bring back what he lost. After the Winchesters left Castiel went through all the books that Bobby collected. He did not really talk to Bobby, and for the most part Bobby did not bother him. Dean use to call frequently, but those to faded. One night while studying a book he found an answer to his problem. For the first time Castiel felt that he was close to a solution.

So end of chapter two. What did you think please review. Also as a personal note someone please send me vibes for a job.=p