AN: I know this is still pretty short and it's a fast update, but I've got some time on my hands so I thought I would post. I'm really excited about this, and I hope you like it.

"Hey, you're up!" Sam exclaimed from his place at a table hunched over his laptop. He leaned back in his chair to stretch. "Finally, man, I thought you were going to stay in bed all day."

"What, a guy can't sleep in every once in a while?" Dean asked with an edge to his voice.

"Geez, sorry man. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten up," Sam muttered. "Are you ready to go at least?"

"Yeah, let's roll," Dean said, grabbing a duffel and his keys, heading for the door. The slightest of smirks was etched on his lips.

The drive was long. Dean drove faster than usual to Sam's dismay, but the younger brother shrugged it off, thinking Dean was working through something; he was otherwise unsuspicious. He explained the job he had found in the next state over and gave the odd directions about highways while studying his computer. There wasn't much conversation, which neither brother minded. The silence was relatively comfortable, and for once, Sam appreciated Dean's choice of music. After about an hour, a cell phone started going off, and Dean answered it almost cheerfully, slightly confusing Sam.

"Oh, hey, Cas!" he greeted. "Yeah, we're on the move." He described their location to the angel and a third man was suddenly in the backseat if the Impala.

"Hello, Dean. Hello, Sam," Castiel said, nodding in each man's direction. He assumed his usual position, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His mouth was open to speak, but he stopped and turned to study Dean, leaning further forward.

Dean fidgeted under the stare, but refused to look back at the angel. Instead, he asked, "Cas, what'd I tell you about that getting-laid look?"

Unfazed, Castiel continued his stare for another long moment. Without taking his eyes off Dean he asked, "What are you doing?" His deep voice was colored with menace.

"Uh, Cas?" Sam said, turning around to look at him. "We're just driving to a new hunt. I don't think we've done anything wrong yet? I mean, how much damage can we cause by driving?"

"No," Castiel agreed, still darkly, "you haven't done anything yet." Though he answered Sam's question, he seemed to ignore him.

"Dude, is everything okay?" Sam asked.

"No, Sam, it's not," Castiel stated seriously. His eyes slide to Sam full of exasperation for just a second before returning to Dean. "Can't you tell that –"

"Alright, so, Cas, why are you here?" Dean cut in, earning a frown from Sam. "What can we do for you, man?"

"I came because I felt a disturbance. It appears I was correct." Castiel was now glaring at Dean, whose grin was finally cracking.

Dean asked, "Come on, Cas, what's goin' on?"

"What disturbance, Cas?" Sam asked with a cautious and distrusting glance between his brother and the angel.

But without further explanation, Castiel disappeared with the familiar flutter of wings and impossible indoor breeze. Dean cursed under his breath, but couldn't hide all of his relief from showing in his expression. Sam groaned and threw his arms in the air, fixing Dean with a distrusting stare. He definitely didn't miss the relief on Dean's face; if anything, his imagination exaggerated it. He didn't press any questions, but he was no longer comfortable in the silent car. If Castiel thought something was wrong and had looked at Dean with such distaste, Sam was inclined to suspicion.

In his head, Dean desperately screamed for Sammy to keep that suspicion and do something about it. He was also happy that now Cas was suspicious. The angel would definitely do something to save or to fix Dean. Still, underlying this happiness, Dean felt a twinge of despair. Not even when Dean had almost said 'yes' to Michael had Castiel looked at Dean in that manner, and it made his stomach turn.

As he felt them, Dean knew the demon was cataloging all of these thought and feelings. In the silences, the demon was combing Dean's memory, looking for ways to exploit and hurt Dean but also how to be Dean. The demon planned on wearing Dean's meat-suit for a long time, and as hard as Dean fought, he was not gaining control of his body anytime soon. The demon was allowing Dean to access his senses and to be fully aware of what was happening around him, but kept the voice and exterior firmly under control. Despite himself, Dean hoped the demon wouldn't do anything to humiliate him in public.

When they finally arrived at a motel, it was dark again. The brothers would probably go straight to bed as soon as they checked in. Dean offered to make a food run while Sam got a room, but the younger Winchester refused. He insisted on getting the food, saying Dean needed to rest after driving all day. Seeing Sam's determination, Dean agreed. When the Impala drove away again, the demon cursed and Dean quietly cheered.

Did you really think he was gonna let you drive off with a trunk full of weapons by yourself after Cas's reaction? Dean asked the demon smugly. You didn't even remind him about the pie.

No matter, the demon growled. Now you and I can have a nice chat.

Once settled in a room, Dean put a sign on the door for Sam and went straight to the alcohol. The demon picked Dean's favorite bottle of jack and sniffed it warily.

I was going to give you a drink for your efforts, but you've laced the damn bottle with holy water haven't you? he sneered.

Suck it, bitch, Dean replied smugly. Makes the good stuff last longer. The demon moved to smash the bottle, but Dean shouted, No, don't!

Why? The demon sounded almost interested.

Thinking fast, Dean answered, How would you explain it to Sam?

Fine, the demon consented.

How are you gonna explain the not drinking to Sam? Dean asked with a twinge of guilt that it had to be explained at all.

Instead of answering, the demon spun around to face the door. It sensed something and went on high alert. Dean was both alarmed and almost eager to feel the demon's defenses go up. As much as he didn't want to hurt anyone or allow the demon to control him so easily, Dean couldn't help but be curious about what the demon could do or how it would feel to use special powers. A few tense moments passed before the demon relaxed again. He chuckled at Dean's uneasy enthusiasm and began to comment when than deeper than usual, menacing voice of Castiel sounded from the corner of the room.