Excited for this weekend, cause it's Awesomecon, and I will be meeting Matthew Lewis... Neville FREAKIN Longbottom. Sigh. Also, Will Friedele... So we've got the most gorgeous member of the Harry Potter cast (Emma Watson aside) and Eric Matthews, my childhood crush. IT'S GONNA BE A GOOD WEEKEND!

Since I'm in a good mood, and inspired, HERE'S A THING! (sorry it's short!)

Buffy stared at the unconscious blonde boy sprawled out in the middle of her living room. They sat, waiting for him to wake up, in the hopes that he would be able to recall something about his time being possessed. He could tell them what the demons were planning, if his demon even knew anything pertinent.

"I have never seen someone stay unconscious this long," Dean said, sighing as he shifted on his feet. He'd been the only one who hadn't sat down, something about being on guard made him antsy. He couldn't stand still and Buffy was starting to get annoyed by his constant shifts in pose and posture.

Sam was tapping his fingers on his knee and that was starting to bother her too, she was also becoming more and more suspicious of why he'd been brought back from the dead. True it wasn't that long ago that she had been returned to life herself, but that was because her friends couldn't bare life without her. If this Chuck person was who he said he was, then why hadn't he shown himself to reveal that he'd returned Sam to them.

Spike was sitting in a chair, staring intently at Andrew, as though trying to will him awake. Buffy stared at him for a moment, waiting for his eyes to go black and for him to attack all of them. An extra strong vampire demon who she had unfortunate qualms about killing was not something they needed at the moment.

It was disappointing that they had to wait to question Andrew before they could try to draw information out of the demons they had trapped in the basement. She'd wanted to get to it immediately, but Castiel suggested they try asking the unpossessed human first. Something about not wanting to get too much blood on their hands right away.

Castiel was the only one she felt she could really trust, he'd been there for her since Heaven, he'd helped her more than anyone in that room.

She had Xander and Anya keeping watch of Warren and Jonathan and she knew she could trust them, though they could possibly stop paying attention and jump each others bones at any moment, as two youngsters in love are wont to do. She was about to jump off the couch to go check on them when Andrew began stirring, nay, whining, on the floor.

"Owwwwww, my head!" He cried as his hand flew up to cup his face and he turned onto his side, squeezing himself into fetal position.

"None of that, now." Spike said, being the first to stand, despite Dean being up already, Spike was faster. Superhuman, and all that.

"What do you remember?" Buffy asked, dropping onto the floor on her knees in front of him.

"Lots of sex." Andrew said, and Buffy was thankful that Tara had taken Dawn on a mini vacation for the weekend while they tried to find Willow.

"What?" Dean asked, Andrew groaned again.

"There was lots of sex in that demon den." Andrew huffed, "None of it was with me, of course."

"That makes more sense," Dean laughed and Cas shot him a glare.

"What else can you recall?" Castiel asked, "I can help you remember, if you wish."

"No, no." Andrew jumped back a bit as Castiel moved toward him, "No angel mojo, please. I saw what it can do."

"You saw an angel?" Buffy asked, glancing back at Castiel over her shoulder who looked just as confused.

"There was an all out brawl one night, lots of smiting, Jonathan, Warren, and myself, we ran. Our demons were all for staying alive." Andrew wrapped his arms around his legs and began rocking slightly, "So much death."

"What-" Castiel cut off, obviously searching for the right words, "How did the angels discover you?"

"We were-" Andrew stopped and looked at all of them, "Okay, whatever I tell you now, you have to promise to protect me. I could be public enemy number one for them. They'll put out a hit on me. Loose ends, and all that mafia mumbo jumbo."

"Demons aren't a mafia." Castiel rolled his eyes, Dean nudged him with his elbow.

"You're right, that's the angels." He said and Cas glared at him, "What, it's sort of true." He muttered and Cas shook his head.

"You can speak freely here, we're uh, we're cool." Sam said, tapping into what little knowledge he had of the Godfather. Dean rolled his eyes even more.

"Right," Andrew began, it seemed to be exactly what he wanted to hear, he nodded, licking his lips in an effort to gain anticipation, "Well, we were on a mission to get some weapon, some weapon of heaven... It's supposed to... Well it's supposed to create utter chaos in the world."

Dean and Sam looked to Castiel then, who's eyes widened immeasurably.

"That's impossible," He said, and then he disappeared.

Castiel pushed through the doors of his keep, his hidden fortress where no one knew he'd kept the weapons of heaven after receiving them from Balthazar. Balthazar, the only other angel who knew where the weapons were. The only one who could have been protecting it against a demonic robbery.

He was dead, however. Castiel killed him with his own hands. His own blade. He remembered the blood, he remembered his stomach twisting in knots as he watched one of his friends, his brother, burst into a flash of white light, he remembered the imprint of his wings on the ground.

There was no way Balthazar was alive, and as such, there was no way anyone knew about the weapons.

Yet as he pushed past the iron gates, the warding that should have been there to stop him until it connected with the engraving on his ribs, was no longer there. The gates were dented, the lock broken. The weapons vault raided.

The trumpet was gone, the one he knew would bring about chaos. The one that when blown by a deity of any kind, would sound like 300; the signal that judgment day had come. The sound that would cause brothers to turn and fight. And it was gone, and what was worse was that the enemy had it. The demons had it, she had it.

He had to get back to Sam and Dean; Dean, who was currently in a house with a very powerful slayer, who could kill him with one hand. Dean who was standing, unguarded, against his moose of a brother. Dean who was one step away from a possessed vampire who might get hungry if blood is spilled around him.

He had to protect his best friend.

In an instant he was back at the Summer's residence, but everyone was gone. There was no one there, the room that had been occupied only moments before was suddenly empty, the table was overturned, the weapons chest unlocked and open, raided of all tools.

Castiel's vessel's heart sped up as he looked around, his eyes welling up with tears, there was no telling where they could be. They could all be dead.

"Cas?" He heard Dean's voice and turned, relieved, before something collided with his head, knocking him unconscious, the darkness overtook him.

My poor baby angel, I sure hope he's alright! 33333