Sam and Dean stayed at the hospital the rest of the night. When dawn broke Claire joined them in the waiting room.

"How are they?" Sam inquired.

Claire rubbed her eyes before speaking. "Uncle Carl's fine, just a little in shock but he'll get over it. Castiel has a concussion and needed some stitches but he should be able to go home later today or tomorrow."

"What about your aunt?"

Claire sighed. "Aunt Sally's in the worst shape. She's in surgery for her arm right now. Good news is that the doctors think she'll heal up fine. It's just going to take a while."

Sam and Dean nodded.

"So how much longer are you guys going to stay in town?" Claire questioned.

"We'll be leaving today," Dean answered.

"You want to talk to Cas first," Claire guessed.

Dean nodded.

"You can go see him now if you'd like," Claire told him. "He's probably in his room flipping through some channels by now."

"Where is he?" Dean asked.

"Room 205," Claire replied.

Dean and Sam both stood up and left to find the room while Claire walked over to a nearby vending machine to get a bottle of water.


When Sam and Dean entered Castiel's room they found him watching some sitcom on the TV in front of his bed and Holly was sitting in the chair next to him. She was sleeping with her head resting on the rail of Castiel's hospital bed. It was a position only a young child could fall asleep in-a very tired child. Sam and Dean couldn't help but smile a little.

"Hey," Castiel greeted Dean and Sam as they entered the room.

"How are you?" Dean inquired.

"I've got a splitting headache, but I'll be fine," Castiel answered humorously.

Dean chuckled.

"So what do you want to ask?" Castiel quizzed.

"What?"

Castiel grinned. "You came to see me for something didn't you? You guys never just 'drop by' to see anyone. Am I right?"

"Yeah," Dean replied. "I guess you're right about that. We wanted to ask you how'd you know that holy water would work on the demon? I wasn't totally out of it right away. I saw you grab the bottle."

Castiel shrugged. "Honestly? I don't know. I just had a feeling it would work. That it would affect him. It was weird."

Dean and Sam glanced at each other.

"Have you ever read up on demons before?" Sam asked.

Castiel shook his head. "I don't remember. I guess I must have though; since I knew how to defend myself."

"Must have," Dean repeated.

Sam looked at Castiel. "Did the demon say anything about why he attacked you?"

"Yes, he did," Castiel said thoughtfully. "He mentioned something about me being the cause of all of his kind being in Hell forever. It was strange."

"He said that?"

"Yes," Castiel confirmed. "It doesn't make much sense does it? I'm not even a hunter like you guys are. I don't know how I could make something like that happen. I wish I could though."

"Don't we all," Dean muttered.

"So…are you leaving?" Castiel asked.

Dean and Sam nodded.

"I thought so. Are you going to ever come around again?"

"Don't know," Dean answered. "We go where the job takes us."

"Must be very rewarding."

"We don't do it for ourselves," Dean told him.

Castiel bowed his head. They all were silent for a few moments.

Dean was the first to speak again. "Well I guess we'll be going."

Castiel nodded. "Thanks for everything."

Dean smiled slightly. "It's what we do."

After that Dean and Sam turned and headed for the waiting room after one last wave to Castiel.

As Dean left he silently hoped that there wouldn't be any more demons that came after Castiel.

If he and his brother couldn't have a normal life Dean wanted his friend to have one. After all Castiel had done for him and Sam he believed Castiel deserved one.


Claire was still in the waiting room when the brothers reentered. She was sitting in one of the leather seats hunched over with her head resting on her palm of her right hand. It was obvious she was thinking.

"What's on your mind?" Dean inquired as he neared her.

"Uh what?" Claire said with confusion as she broke out of her trance.

"I asked what's on your mind."

Claire sighed. "I was thinking about my father."

"What about him?" Sam questioned.

"I was wondering if you'd help me find his body," Claire replied. "What's left of it anyways."

Dean frowned. "Why'd you want to do that?"

"I don't really know," she murmured. "All I know is that I just need some kind of closure. Even now I sometimes dream about him coming home. And I know you know where his body is."

Claire's eyes were tearing up. "Would you please help me?"

"We don't know exactly where the police could have taken his body," Dean told her. "We had to run."

"But you could help me search, couldn't you?"

Dean did not reply.

"Please?" Claire begged. "I need to know at least where they put his body. It can't take that long if you know the general location."

Dean and Sam glanced at each other.

Sam took Claire's side. "It's the least we could do."

"Fine," Dean decided. "We'll help."

Claire threw her arms around his neck, startling Dean.

"Thank you."

"Errr…you're welcome," Dean said.

"You too Sam."

Sam smiled.

"I'll go home right now and pack right away," Claire promised.

Dean was confused. "Huh?"

Claire didn't notice. "I'll be ready by one and I'll go to your motel room so we can leave together to Detroit. I'll be taking my car, don't worry. I'll see you later."

And then she was gone before Dean could say anything else.

"Well, it looks like we're going to Detroit," Sam stated.

Dean scratched the back of his head. "I guess so."

Sam laughed.