A/N: Sorry for the delay, I had real trouble writing the next bit. It was originally going to be a whole lot darker (see: Lucian had Cas kidnapped and sold on the black market), but it just wasn't flowing. So after discussion with The Boyfriend™, decided to go this route instead.

It still had difficulties, until I decided to try a whole new perspective. I know it's short, but hopefully the next part will be up in a day or two.

Warnings: Drug references, language, violence.

-WAFD-

The next morning saw Dean and Gabriel both scrambling to get ready for work on time. Cas had assured them that he'd be fine on his own, that he'd go and sit in the church for a while if he started to get cravings, but even so they were reluctant to leave him alone just yet. Eventually they left, and Castiel sat on the back steps trying to decide what to do with the day. The weather was too crummy to do laundry, and he didn't fancy gardening either. The house was relatively tidy, so no need to clean up.

He sighed and scratched at Toffee's head. This was part of his problem – boredom. While he wanted a job to help fill his days, he didn't deal with strangers well, and had no qualifications. It was difficult to even make it through an interview, much less the first month of work. So instead he was left here, doing fuck all productive, and wishing there was something to take his mind off the constant niggle in the back of his brain. Usually, he lit up and smoked a joint – since marijuana didn't really have serious long-term side-effects, he was comfortable just having one every few mornings. As long as he kept it outside and showered before the others got home, it was all good.

When he checked his stash in the garden shed, however, he saw that he was almost out. He didn't really want to go see his dealer again right now, since he'd be too tempted to buy something stronger and completely blank out. So he was left back at square one.

"Bugger this," Cas eventually muttered, and he decided to take Toffee for a walk instead. While the dog was definitely Gabriel's, all three men walked him whenever they felt like it – as a puppy, Toffee had almost boundless energy, and when it did fail, he was small enough to easily carry back home for a nap.

-WAFD-

Toffee was quite happy to go along with the suggestion of Walkies. He rather enjoyed walking with his plant-smelling human – Uncle Cas, Dad called him – the one who was almost always home with him. They had wonderful Walkies together, and after he ate the nasty-smelling smoke he liked to roll around on the lawn and play with Toffee. So together, Toffee and Uncle Cas walked down the street.

Toffee bounded around Uncle Cas' feet, investigating all of the new smells and reminding himself of the old ones. He walked underneath a bush and sniffed, recognising the smell of the Chihuahua from a few blocks over, and trotted back out again to yip at Uncle Cas and tell him.

Granted, Uncle Cas couldn't understand him, but Toffee still felt better for updating him on the situation.

When he saw that they were headed to The Park, Toffee tried to speed up. He couldn't pull Uncle Cas along, but he was giving it his best shot – there were always children there, and they were always happy to give pattings and love. He liked going to The Park.

True enough, when they got there he saw the crowd of children on the swings and slide, and yipped again in excitement. His tail was wagging so hard that his entire back end was shaking, and Uncle Cas laughed and bent down to scratch his head.

"You're a funny little thing, aren't you?" Uncle Cas spoke fondly. "Let's go say hello then."

With that, Uncle Cas unclipped his lead and Toffee sprang forwards, running towards the children that he recognised. There was a girl with long brown hair that Toffee loved to chew on, and a boy a little older who liked to play tug-of-war with him, and they were currently playing with other children too. So Toffee jumped into the middle of the group, and soon was playing happily with them as well.

Every now and then he'd look over at Uncle Cas, to make sure he hadn't wandered off. Uncle Cas could be forgetful sometimes, and didn't like to meet new people. He seemed to like watching Toffee playing with the kids though, so they both got something out of their Walkies.

After a while, he saw Uncle Cas standing with some big men that he'd talked to before. Toffee remembered them – one of them was always really nice and always had a biscuit for him. He decided that he wanted a biscuit, and ran over, though none of the children followed. Sitting at the Biscuit Man's feet, Toffee held up a paw and scratched at the Biscuit Man's leg.

"Heh, hi there Pup," the man reached into his pocket and handed over the ever-present biscuit.

"You spoil him," Uncle Cas spoke, but there wasn't anger in his voice, only amusement.

"Well, you're a good customer. And I like dogs."

"Yeah, about that…"

"You're not piking on us, are you?"

"No, of course not," Uncle Cas smelled nervous. Toffee looked up at him and whined a little as he chewed on the biscuit. Unfortunately this caused him to briefly choke, and he coughed for a moment. "Slow down, greedy," Uncle Cas nudged him with his foot. "I'm not turning you guys in, I'll probably keep up with MJ, but I'm trying to go clean with everything else. Going to AA meetings and stuff."

"Over with Pastor Jim?" One of the other men spoke. Toffee decided that things were getting boring, so since he'd finished his biscuit he started to trot back to the children.

He was halted by a loud bang, and yelped. Turning, he saw Uncle Cas falling to the ground. The men were taking things out of their pockets, and there were more bangs as Toffee ran to Uncle Cas, whimpering as he nudged Uncle Cas' face.

There were horrible smells in the air, things he didn't recognise, and an overpowering smell of blood. He nosed at Uncle Cas, trying to find the wound to lick it clean, only to be pulled away by the Biscuit Man.

"Shit. We gotta get him to hospital."

Toffee didn't like the sound of this, and let out his misery with a howl.