After their first time together all the lights in the motel and within a two mile radius had blown and were now broken glass in the street. The bed in the room had been destroyed and all that remain was the tattered mattress and a few scraps of the bed sheets, the frame was reduced to nothing but woodchips. Now Castiel was lying against Sam's chest still covered in sweat and listening to him breathe. The phone on the nightstand rang and Sam blindly grabbed for it,

"Hello," he answered in a groggy semi-whisper.

Castiel could hear Dean on the other end.

"Did your lights just go out?"

Sam smiled when he saw all the light bulbs lying on the floor all shattered and replied, "Yea they did."

Castiel tuned the rest of the conversation out, got out the bed and began to put on his clothes.

"It's probably nothing but a power failure." Sam watched Castiel put on his clothes and smiled at the thought of how they made love.

"Dean, shouldn't you be leaving soon….yea…alright…see ya when you get back….jerk." he put the phone back on the nightstand.

"Going so soon?" Sam said turning on his side to get a better look at Castiel as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Castiel turned around and looked at him puzzling way and said "We're through here right?"

'Damn' thought Sam 'way to hit it and quit it Cas, way to go.'

"I heard that." Castiel said as he bent down to tie his shoe.

Sam just laughed as he got up out the bed and tied the sheet around his waist.

He headed toward the bathroom and Castiel walked towards the door, they crossed each other and Sam grabbed Castiel by the hair and before he knew the angel punched him in the mouth. Sam let go of his hair and touched his hand to mouth, "What the hell Cas?" Then after a minute he looked at Castiel with a smirk on his face."Oh I get it you like it rough." He laughed then grabbed Castiel by his coat and threw him against the wall and kissed him. Castiel pushed him hard and Sam hit the wall adjacent and slumped down to the floor, "I guess you like it a little too rough." Sam said before he lost consciousness.

Castiel looked at him with his head cocked to the side.

"Sam?" He walked over to him and slapped his cheek, but that didn't nothing but make him hit the floor completely.

Then Castiel turned towards the door of the room and saw the lights of a car stop right in front of the room. He already knew who it was he just didn't know what to do with Sam's body until he regain his conscious, he had only mere seconds to decide. So he picked up Sam and put him the shower, turned the water on and locked the door on his way out. No sooner had he closed the door, a knock came.

"Sammy! I know you're in there!" Dean was now pounding on the door. "Don't make me kick this door in."

Castiel opened the door, "He's in the shower" he said, then slammed the door in Dean's face.

"What the hell Cas! Open the damn door!" shouted Dean kicking at the door.

"Your brother told me let no one in." Castiel said calmly to the enraged and still locked out Dean,

You just lied, he thought to himself,that's a sin.

"CASTIEL IF YOU DO NOT OPEN THIS DOOR I WILL SHOOT MY WAY THROUGH!" Dean shouted and Castiel heard the gun cock, but he paid it no mind…. You just lied, that's a sin…

Dean shot at the door, "OPEN", he shot again and the bullet went through the door and into Castiel chest, "THE", Castiel heard Dean sharp intake of breath and then swung the door open, Dean shot and the bullet went into Castiel's shoulder, looked at the open wound then back at Dean.

"Satisfied?" he said to Dean while he pulled the bullet out of his shoulder and chest.

"Completely," replied Dean shoving his way past Cas, "now where's my brother."

"He's in the shower as I said before." Cas stated while picking up the shells outside and closing the door.

Dean looked around the room then his eyes came to rest upon the destroyed bed and he raised an eyebrow, "What the hell happened here?"

"Termites." Sam came out the bathroom, and saw Castiel's eyes close his eyes and mutter something.

"Termites? Really? Wow, and how much are you paying for this room again?" he laughed at Sam as he put his gun away.

" Anyway I came to say to goodbye—"

"Which we already did on the phone." Sam said picking up his clothes up off the floor.

"Dude, Can you put some clothes! Anyway.. I want you to watch the apartment for me while i'm gone, I've already salted everything but I didn't get time to draw the symbols on the floor."

"Okay consider it done."

Dean looked at the bed and shook his head and let a small laugh, "Termites…"

"Oh and Cas sorry I shot —" Dean turned around but the angel was gone. "Weirdo."

"Well I'm leaving. Take care Sammy." He went and hugged his brother, "You stink like sex."

Sam eyes went wide and his heart beat increased a little, "What?"

"Kidding. Bye."

Sam watched his brother walk out the door and then began to put his clothes on.

In Dean's car, on the way to the airport.

"I can't believe we're going to damn Paris, I mean why? Why Paris of all places?" Dean said talking his wife of 9 hours 30 minutes and 23 seconds.

"I always wanted to go, it seems so pretty in all the pictures." She said leaning against the window, stretching her legs out and putting them on the dashboard. Dean looked at her out the corner of his eye as she put her legs up, had that been Sam he would've punched him, but he just smiled. Then turning his attention back to road he began to switch lanes, his mind began to wander. He thought about what his brother might be doing, and why all the lights had suddenly gone out.

'No I just got married, there's no way in hell I'm about to think about demons or hunting and Sammy's a grown man he can take of himself' he thought getting angry at himself. 'Of course he can take of himself, just like the way he took care of himself and got stabbed in the back and I had to sell my soul to bring him back, just like the way he got addicted to demon blood, just like the way-' Dean turned the radio on to the listen to The Rolling Stones, cutting off all his thoughts. He sped up and passed two cars on his left in the other lane, then weaved his way through traffic to get ahead of the car in front of him. Finally slowing down a little he directed his gaze to the review mirror, and saw Castiel sitting in the back , and he almost ran in the guard rails, his wife sat up quickly and looked at Dean, "Are you alright? You need me to drive?"

"No," he cleared his throat, "no you go ahead and rest."

She then turned back toward the window and then looked in the side mirror and screamed.

Castiel put his hand over her mouth and put his pointer and index finger her head, and Dean watched her slump into the seat.

"What the hell Cas!" Deans said shouting at the angel, "We could've died."

Castiel just sat there in the back seat and stared at Dean as he shouted and screamed at him.

"Are you listening to me? Hello Earth to Angel, do you copy?"

Even though it seemed as though Sam was a better choice for him, he still wanted Dean, he wanted Dean to feel the same way he did, he wanted to Dean to feel the same way Sam felt, mentally and physically.

"Stop the car." Castiel said in a commanding and emotionless voice. Dean glanced back at him in the review and Castiel stared back, "Now."

As much as Dean didn't want to, he felt it would fare better for him if he did. Something was up with Cas and he didn't like it.

He drove till they came to a tunnel where traffic was near nonexistent, "So what do you want?" said Dean who turned around and found that he was talking to the backseat.

He quickly turned back around to find Castiel standing beside his window.

"Get out." Cas said yanking the door off its hinges

"What the hell! Have you lost your freaking mind? You just tore my damn door off?"

Dean went and picked up the door and started whispering to it, " Daddy's gonna fix you up, sshhh, it's okay."

Castiel raised an eyebrow and stared at Dean for a minute, then he grabbed him by the collar of his coat, raising him off the ground and simply said, "What is it?"

"What is what Cas? Dean said kicking his legs in the air, "And put me down!"

Castiel threw Dean into the tunnel wall, "What did she have,"and he pointed to the woman still slumped over in the car, " that I didn't!"

He picked Dean up again and threw him into the windshield of the the car. Dean tried to pick himself up off the hood of the car, but Castiel came at him again, and pinned him down by the throat then leaned in close and said, "Why don't you love me?"

He tried to kiss him but Dean put up his hands and pushed Castiel's face back , but Castiel squeezed his throat harder, Dean began to flail and kick .

He squeezed until Dean's arms no longer tried to push him away, he squeezed until Dean he no longer kicked. Castiel stepped back eyes wide with disbelief, as Dean's body slid off the roof of the car. He walked to the passenger side of the car, out his hand to the woman's head and left.