Dean's POV

I watched in what felt like slow-motion, my aching bones and reddened skin forgotten as I stepped toward my brother, throwing my arms around him and squeezing him tightly.

"Oh Sam." I sighed, breathing in his teenage smell and the lingering contaminant of Jessica's own scent.

"Dean I-.." He pulled away from my grip, and looked up at me with his biggest puppy dog eyes. His hazel eyes twinkling as he frowned up at me. "I'm so sorry."

"Where did you go? What happened?"

"Dean," Cas nearly coughed my name. I looked at him before Sam could continue. "I need you to come with me, now." He said with a forced smile. Oh right. Now everyone knew about us, or at least had to suspect Cas was withholding information.

But if he was in trouble would he really have been smiling like an idiot just two minutes ago?

As curious as I was to know about Sam, I knew there was no arguing with Castiel. Not right now.

"Alright.." I answered in a smooth tone, turning to Sam and patting his head. "I'll be right back."

"See you soon." Sam gave a small wave, and retreated to the table.

Castiel led me out, and took me back to a large boxed-in office space. With windows covered in shut blinds and tacky curtains. The name plate read "Chief Fergus Crowley"

I stood up straighter, fixed my shirt, absent-mindedly touched my hair. This couldn't be good.

Cas opened the door, and let me in first. Inside sat the short man, with long brown hair. He was the Lieutenant, I discovered, noticing his badge. The other man looked like an older Castiel. Only with brown eyes instead of blue. He was the Captain. Michael, apparently.

And the portly man dressed in an expensive black suit, and silk red tie, was the Chief of Police.

"Hello, boys." He greeted with a devilish grin. He idly ran his hands along his desk, staring right at me, his eyes dancing with a type of mischief I couldn't explain.

Castiel sat down, and I quickly took after him, afraid if I stood much longer my legs would melt. Mostly from all the running, but also because of how uncomfortable Chief Crowley was making me.

"Right then," He said, taking a seat himself and staring at each and every one of the officers, in turn they dipped their heads and didn't make eye contact.

I did the same as he looked upon me.

"So, you, there Mary Legs, you must be Dean, yes?"

"Y-es sir.." I answered shakily. Cas rested his hand on my shuddering knee, stopping it from bouncing.

I hadn't noticed it was shaking.

Crowley didn't miss it.

"And you, Castiel. The world is, you and Dean are somewhat of a Romeo and Juliet now, eh?" He chuckled at himself, Cas said nothing but I watched his face turn beet red.

"Right so why don't we get down to the chase?" He kicked his feet up onto his desk, and leaned back in his chair. "Why is it Dean-o here hasn't been found until today?" He scanned the room, "Anyone?"

Michael lifted his head, "It's what we thought was right, sir." He answered with a surprising amount of leverage in his tone.

"Right?!" He snarled, banging his fist into the table. "You think just because his daddy's an alcoholic it's right to keep him hidden?!"

Michael slithered back into his seat and said nothing.

Crowley continued. "I have all sorts of media running up my ass on this one. The public is eating this story up. Nothing ever happens here. Until two little boys decide to run away from home. Within two days. Just two days, everyone in this whole bloody town is looking for them. You'd think they'd have found them, where the hell could two kids have gone, right? Well how about right under our stinking noses!"

Crowley pointed at Castiel, his voice rising. "This idiot could cost us lawsuits, upon lawsuits! Just one missed protocol, just one tiny slip of information and we are toast! We all lose our jobs and your precious family hierarchy goes to dust!" He panted, his eyes blown wide with anger, and then, it was gone. All of it, with a single blink and lick of his lips. It was as if he'd never said any of it.

"But the problem is, I agree with what you've done."

Heads jerked up to look at him.

He wiped his hand across his forehead, squeezing the space between his eyebrows.

"John Winchester is an unfit parent, to say the least. He deserves to be locked up, and you," He looked directly at me "and your brother deserve a safe place to call home."

"Thank you.." I said quietly, folding my hands in my lap.

"Until we can get Mr. Winchester transferred to a more secure prison, at least until his hearing, you and Sam will remain lost." His eyes searched for disagreement within the men in the room.

"You will stay with Officer Castiel until legal arrangements can be made. Is that clear?" He asked, looking directly at Cas.

"Yes sir." Castiel answered, barely hiding the grin creeping up on his face.

"Good. Now keep quite. All of you. Tell the other officers that not a word of this leaks out. Anywhere."

"But, Crowley?" I asked, and he turned to me, amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Hm?"

"I ran here…people were looking at me.."

"Well they won't be able to trace you. Just don't do it again." He snorted, mostly making fun of me.

"Now, get out."

The Lieutenant, and Captain left without a word. I followed. I was headed for the interrogation room, to meet back up with Sam, when a pair of hot, large hands held onto my arm and drug me in the opposite direction.