The Impala pulled up to the house, the engines hum dying.

"He probably fell asleep or something." Dean said, pocketing the car key. Sam pocketed his phone worriedly.

"That ringtone is pretty damn loud though."

"So is your snoring, but I still sle-"

"Dean, someone's here." Sam hissed. Both of their eyes landed on the broken kitchen window. Guns in hand, the two slowly walked up the front door, which was wide open.

"Cas!" Dean whispered sharply, his eyes frantically looking around.

"Dean?" Castiel called from the other room. In an instance they were in the room, eyes wide as they landed on Castiel.

He was sitting in the middle of the living room, hair matted and covered in blood. In fact blood was splattered everywhere, pooling around the bodies that lay in a somewhat neat pile. Cas was clutching onto his angel blade, which was dark red, blood dripping off the tip.

"Most of it is his." Castiel murmured, gesturing to the vampire's lone head and body, which was lying in a growing pool of blood. Sam quickly got over his shock, rushing over to his friend.

"You okay? What the hell happened? " Sam asked, as him and Dean helped Castiel off the floor. Cas quickly explained what happened, as he wiped the blood off his face.

" -and the two vamps at the house were just bait." Castiel finished, flopping onto the couch.

"We should still go back to the nest tomorrow, make sure they're all gone-" Sam stopped abruptly, his head popping out of the kitchen moments later.

"There's a head on the floor."

"Yea Sammy, there's a lot of things on the floor." Dean called back half heartedly, looking at the pile of dead vessels that covered the room. Sam just shook his head and disappeared back into the kitchen.

"So you feeling better?" Dean asked, eyes thoroughly scanning over his friend for what must have been the seventh time.

"Actually, yea I am." Castiel murmured, revealing the wound on his shoulder that was already starting to heal. He could feel his strength regenerating rapidly. It wouldn't be long before he could teleport back to heaven. Back to home. It was comforting to know he could return soon, but that was about all he felt. His strong desire, his need to go back... seemed to have vanished.

"Well all of us are still breathing so I'm gonna call that a good day." Dean said lightly, giving Cas a comforting pat on the back. Sam came back into the room holding two beers. He awkwardly walked past the pile of dead bodies, trying to ignore the fact his shoe was coated in vampire blood.

"Oh! Text message from Bobby... Says 'Leaving now, better have a cold one waiting for me when I get home.' " Sam announced, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth.

Castiel felt a strange emptiness seep into his chest at the mention of home. He should be heading back to his too... Heaven was the first place that popped into his mind... But it didn't feel right.

"I should be strong enough to go back to heaven tomorrow." Castiel murmured.

"You sure?" Sam asked, a hint of worry flashing across his features.

"I...should go back home." Castiel said slowly, but the word didn't seem to hold any meaning.

"I thought you didn't like heaven that much." Dean asked, taking another sip of his beer.

"I don't. But I should go back to the angel, my brothers and sisters." Castiel said lightly, but the words "brothers and sisters" came out extremely hollow. His thoughts drifted out, wondering if his siblings have even noticed his absence. He quickly corrected himself. Impossible, the angels were on top of everything. Quite literally. It wasn't that none of them would have noticed...no, it was that none of them would have cared. Not really.

"Hey, Cas." Dean said softly, snapping Castiel out of his increasingly down sprawling train of thought.

"Cas, you're home isn't in heaven." Dean mummured.

"But I thought home is where... you're family is." Castiel asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Exactly, Cas-" Sam hummed, Dean finishing his sentence.

"-You're already home."

~The end.

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~Epilogue (sort of ish).

~Epilogueish

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"What?" Sam asked, eyeing the phone suspiciously.

"Nothing, nothing." Dean said, dismissing Sam with a smile.

"It's nothing Sammy, reall- Hey!" Dean protested, as Sam whipped the phone out of his hands. An interesting shade of pink burning suddenly on Sam's cheeks as he stared at the screen. It was the picture of him and Cas, curled up together on the couch.

"When did you..." Sam managed to squeak out, his cheeks burning.

"You guys were like that for hours, I mean like -Hey give it back!" Dean whined, tackling Sam. Both of them went crashing to the floor, Dean landing comfortably on Sam. Within seconds that changed, the full weight of Sam was on top of Dean, as he sat somewhat triumphantly on his brothers chest. Sam hit the delete button, the picture vanishing from the screen.

"There, I deleted it."

"Geesh, ow alright get off of me. You weigh like 600 pounds." Dean huffed, shoving his brother off. Sam tossed the phone half heartedly into Dean's stomach, and headed towards the stairs.

As soon as his footsteps faded, a wide grin grew on Dean's face.

He took out a rather thick stack of said "deleted" photo from his pocket, eyeing the kitchen.

"This is going on our fridge."

~End.

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