POV: Bobby Singer (aka Bobby Tyler)

"Dean, just calm down."

"I will not calm down! Leave me the hell alone Sam!"

Aw hell, what did I miss? I was a few steps away from the door of my own house, and this was what I was hearing. Can't those boys do anything without getting themselves into trouble? I debated whether or not to turn around and walk away, but decided against it. I walked in quietly, trying to avoid them. I had no such luck.

"You!" Dean yelled, pointing viciously at me, "This is all YOUR fault!" Should've left when I had the chance.

"What are you yellin' about, and why the hell is it my fault?"

"I just spent the last hour trying to persuade an unwanted and unneeded psychiatrist that I am not, in fact, gay for Cas. Meanwhile, I had my idiot brother and our clueless feathered friend making everything worse." I hadn't even noticed Castiel sitting their quietly. "And YOU were the one who made us go to the damn therapy!" Oh great.

"This wouldn't be a problem if you two would do something other than argue for more than five minutes! It's all you ever do anymore!"

"You think we use to argue a lot? Just wait. It's only getting worse. You heard us on that first day of therapy. Did it sound like we were getting better? What about when we had to start telling lies in order make a coherent explanation for our lives? You think that's helping? And then there's Cas. He comes in at the worst possible time and ends up supporting every lie Sam had said to the damn shrink. After all of that, do you seriously think we're going to stop arguing?"

"You could at least try! The three of you are impossible!"

Castiel, who remained uncertain of exactly what was going on, spoke up. "Do not put this on me. I did nothing but tell the truth. I refuse to agree to the fact that I caused any of this." I turned to the angel. This was getting ridiculous.

"Castiel, why are you even here?"

"I was bringing information about the case that you are working on right now. You were wondering about what created those symbols. I believe you were gone today for the very same reason. I may I have your answer."

"Uh, yeah." Are all angels this awkward? "Anyway, what's this I'm hearing about you two being gay?" Dean scowled at my question. Castiel answered me matter-of-factly.

"There must have been a misunderstanding, but I cleared it up with the Doctor after Sam and Dean left."

"You...what?" Sam asked, looking concerned.

"I told him that he had it wrong, that I was sent by God to protect Dean. He seemed to understand the magnitude of the situation. In fact, it would appear that he already knew there was a war going on between heaven and hell." The poor, oblivious angel smiled rather proudly.

"You idjit!" I all but shouted. "You can't just go around telling people that the world's ending! Don't you get it? Normal people don't know about angels and demons and all that crap!" His smile faded quickly.

"Oh…but I was just trying to help. I thought—" Sam cut him off, looking exasperated.

"Never mind what you thought. We have to make sure he doesn't go spreading this story around. What if that information gets to someone who believes it? We could have a serious problem on our hands."

Dean was still fuming as we headed out to my car. Castiel followed, looking more bewildered than ever. Aren't angels supposed to be omniscient or something? I took the wheel and started driving toward Dr. Andrew's office. Why do I always end up cleaning their messes?

Author's Note: This was another short chapter, I know, but I needed some kind of transition into what I think will be the final chapter of this story. Much thanks to those who reviewed, it really keeps me motivated (not to mention how helpful critiquing is)! I'm glad you've enjoyed the story so far, and I hope you love the end! The next chapter should be up shortly. See you then!