Sam's eyes were on the table while they waited for their food; specifically on Kayla's fingers, while they traced back and forth along Dean's arm. She was murmuring something in his ear and he was eating it up, his head tilted to listen to her with that amused smirk on his face. Kayla had been all over him today.

"Really. Get a room."

Castiel answered with urgency before Dean could. "There's no time for that. We have to focus."

Kayla sighed quietly and rested her head against Dean's shoulder. "I'm focused."

"Yeah, why'd you pick this place anyway?" Dean draped an arm over her. "You just happen to know he likes the cosmos at this place?"

"This place…" he waited for the waitress to put their food in front of them and leave before continuing. He stared oddly at their burgers. "This place is a nexus of human reproduction. It's exactly the kind of…garden," he stuttered. "That Cupid would come to pollinate."

Dean lifted his burger to his mouth but put it back on to his plate and pushed it forward.

"Wait a minute. You're not hungry." Sam looked at him.

"No." He shrugged. "What? I'm not hungry."

"Dean you're not gonna finish that?" He pulled the plate in front of him. Even Kayla sat up to watch him as he brought the burger to him but he stopped and lowered it. "He's here."

"Where?"

"I don't see anything."

Cas looked around, a light breeze blew through and lifted a napkin to hit a young man in the face. He lowered it down and smiled slightly at the woman sitting next to him.

"There."

The couple started making out.

"Same side of the booth couple over there?"

"Hey," Sam threw in. "You think that's what's wrong with them?" He pointed to Kayla and Dean. "You think Cupid marked them up with some union symbols?"

Cas got up and touched their chests briefly. "No. Meet me in the back." He disappeared from sight.

"He's awful comfortable with that in public." Kayla rose as Dean did.

"Yeah, did you see how he started to eat that burger?"

They headed into the back room and Cas stood with his hand up towards the wall.

"Where is he?"

"I have him tethered." He chanted quietly. "Manifest yourself."

Dean looked around expectantly. "Where is he?" Suddenly he was grabbed from behind.

"Here I am!" He lifted him off his feet and swung him lightly back and forth. Everyone stopped and couldn't help but stared in confusion. The large man was stark naked.

Dean looked at them. "Help!"

"Oh, help is on the way isn't it? Yes it is…" The Cupid cooed. He saw Cas and dropped Dean. "Hello you!" He walked over and grabbed Cas from the front, lifting him off the ground in the same fashion.

Dean looked horrified to discover his nakedness. "This is Cupid?"

"Yes." Cas grunted.

Cupid turned and grabbed Kayla. "How ya doing sweetheart?"

"Is this…" Dean looked confused. "Is this a fight? Are we in a fight?"

Cupid turned to Sam. "And look at you huh?"

"No."

"Yes!" He answered excitedly. "Yes yes yes…" He grabbed Sam and hugged him.

"This is their handshake. "Cas assured him."

"I don't like it." Dean snapped.

"No one likes it."

He finished hugging Sam and sighed euphorically, then came back to Cas. "What can I do for you?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" He still grinned from ear to ear.

"Your targets, the ones you've marked, they're slaughtering each other."

His smile faded slowly. "What? They are?"

"Listen, birthday suit, we know. We know you been flitting around, popping people with your poison arrow, making them murder each other!"

Cas helped him. "What we don't know is why."

He was touching his lip tentatively, and looked like he might cry. "You think that I…" his lip quivered. "Well I…I don't know what to say." He covered his face and went to the corner, quieting an oncoming sob.

They huddled closer together. "Should somebody maybe…go talk to him?"

"That's a great idea Sammy, Cas," Dean pat his shoulder. "Give him hell."

"I shouldn't…Kayla's really the best at that sort of thing."

"I can…" she started.

"No no, he doesn't touch her again." Dean insisted. "Get in there tiger."

He grimaced and walked over. "Look, we didn't mean to um…" he glanced back.

"Hurt your feelings." Kayla whispered.

"Hurt your feelings."

Cupid spun and grabbed him, pulling him against him while he cried. "Love is more than work to me, you know I…I love love! I love it! And if that's wrong, I don't wanna be right."

"Yes yes, of course I…" he patted him on the back. "I have no idea what you're saying."

He finally let him go. "I was just on my appointed rounds. Whatever my targets do after that, that has nothing to do with me." He defended. "I was following my orders." He looked excited all of a sudden. "Please brother, read my mind. Read my mind, you'll see."

Cas looked at him a moment and turned back to them. "He's telling the truth."

"Jiminy Christmas, thank you!"

"Wait," Dean stepped forward, but not too close. "You said you were following orders, whose orders?"

He laughed. "Heaven silly, heaven."

"Why does heaven care if Harry met Sally?"

"Well mostly they don't. You know, certain bloodlines, certain destinies, oh, like yours!"

"What?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, the union of John and Mary Winchester, very big deal upstairs. Top priority arrangement."

"You saying you fixed up our parents?"

"Well not me but, yeah! Oh it wasn't easy either. Ooh they couldn't stand each other at first but when we were done with 'em, perfect couple!"

"Perfect."

Kayla recognized the tone in his voice. "Dean."

He looked at her and took a breath. "How can you say perfect, they're dead."

"I'm sorry, but the orders were very clear. You and Sam needed to be born! Your parents were meant to be. Hey, between you and me, they're very interested in this too." He pointed between him and Kayla.

That got him going again. "Why?"

"Mmm, that I can't say. But don't worry, they haven't intervened, much, you're doing so well on your own."

"What do you mean, much?" He stepped up to him, the Cupid disappeared. "Where'd he go?"

"Cupid doesn't like confrontation." Cas told him.

"We have a right to know Cas, has heaven been fucking with us?"

He shook his head. "Not…" he didn't repeat the word. "Observing, more like. Just observing."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I've been cut off you know that."

He grimaced. He wanted some damn answers.