"We need to talk," the flat and stern voice calls to Dean from behind where he's facing.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Dean yells in frustration as he recognizes the voice immediately. He turns his head around and sees just who he assumed he would staring right back at his bare-assed self.

"Oh my God!" Lizzy shouts when she sees what Dean is yelling about. "How the fuck…"

Dean quickly yet calmly reaches for his jacket on the hardwood foyer floor to cover them up with something. Lizzy spins around, eyes huge with the surprise, and does her best to hide herself behind Dean so that the sudden intruder doesn't see everything she had on display.

"What the fuck, Castiel!" Dean shouts as he drops the coat over the two of them and Lizzy pulls her shirt back down.

"Is this an inconvenient time?" Castiel questions, standing by the closed front door and never taking his eyes off of the two scrambling on the stairs.

"Does it look inconvenient to you?" Lizzy loudly asks with shock at the angel's audacious invasion. Dean holds his hand out to stop her, knowing that sometimes Castiel has a hard time determining the difference between proper and improper.

"Ah, the polite thing to do here would be to give us a moment to make ourselves decent," Dean informs the angel, trying his best to help him understand. Castiel doesn't move, just looks at Dean as if studying his thoughts. "Or at least not stare, dude."

"Right," Castiel says while awkwardly turning to face the stained glass windows of the front door and waiting patiently. "My apologies."

Lizzy sighs heavily with her disbelief over what is happening as Dean gathers her things and tosses them to her on the stairs. They both dress in the very basics quickly, forgoing underwear and only putting on what will cover them up best as they rush.

"So much for being by ourselves for once," Lizzy comments under her breath, thoroughly disappointed by the unexpected visitor as she buttons up her jeans. They just can't catch a break.

"No shit," Dean replies, pulling his shirt back over his head and taking a seat next to Lizzy on the stairs. "Alright, we're good."

"Good," Castiel says back while turning to face them once more. "Because I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, heard you the first time," Dean impatiently replies. "What's up? And if this is about something that's gonna take me away from here right now, you can go ahead and shove it up your ass because I just got here."

"How would I shove…" Castiel starts to question but chooses not to finish the question once he realizes it's most likely just an expression. Instead he sighs, frustrated. "Here is the problem."

"What are you talking about?" Lizzy quickly questions.

"Well, we've picked up on some… disturbances," Castiel informs them.

"We?" Dean wonders.

"The garrison and I," Castiel replies succinctly.

"Disturbances? What's that mean?" Dean asks.

"It means that something is here, in this general area of the world," Castiel explains. "I suggest you be on high alert."

"How can you tell that?" Lizzy asks, curiosity getting her once again. The angel always intrigued her. He was mysterious, only giving half-truths at best to them and he's something new that they didn't understand just yet. She wants to know what his deal is… and what her own deal is since apparently according to heaven she has one.

"We have the ability to sense these sort of things." Castiel continues to look blankly at the two. Over the past month Dean has gotten used to that, but Lizzy, not so much. She always feels as if she's being picked apart and peered right into by his clear blue eyes. Fucking eerie.

"So angels can sense when there is a disturbance in the force?" Dean wonders out loud, getting himself a quiet laugh from Lizzy.

"Exactly."

"Jesus Christ," Lizzy remarks under her breath while giggling louder with Castiel's confirmation, knowing he's unaware of his own reference.

"He isn't a part of this," Castiel explains with zero levity to which Lizzy bursts out laughing at the conversation. She knows she should be more respectful considering what he is and all but his lack of basic human understanding and experience makes him unique… and hilarious. Now the angel looks at her with not a blank stare but pure annoyance.

Dean, not being able to help himself, brings a hand over his mouth trying to cover his own snicker.

"This dude… is fucking great," Lizzy breaks out through her happiness while wiping her watery eyes.

"I don't understand what's so funny," Castiel tells them, getting angry with their lack of concern and their deficiency of respect.

"Alright, look," Dean begins in an even tone, looking briefly at Lizzy with seriousness to let her know she needs to relax. "I am on vacation here. My batteries are drained, Cas. I need to get the fuck away for just a couple days. So we will keep our eyes and ears open but for now, that's all you get."

"Dean, this could be very important to…" Castiel begins.

"When is it not?" Dean exasperatedly cuts in, his patience wearing very thin. "It's always important. It's always life and death. This time, I choose to live my fucking life for a few days. No killing monsters or hunting demons or dealing with angels popping in while I'm in the middle of getting laid, which I really needed to do!" He shouts out the last part as his frustrations get the best of him. Lizzy links her arm in his when she sees his anger growing, trying her best to head him off before he gets too riled up.

Castiel knits his brows together and looks at Dean for a moment, thinking deeply, before his face softens again.

"And I swear," Dean continues, "if you bring that raging, dickless asshole Uriel into this…"

"Fine," Castiel cuts in.

"Fine?" Dean asks with the simple answer.

"Yes, fine. I will leave you alone for the next two days. You very clearly need to rest and… fornicate."

"Uh, I freakin' love that word," Lizzy says very seriously despite her actual statement and Dean just smiles slightly with lifted eyebrows at her comment. He agrees. It is a funny word.

"But I will be back in two days, not a second less," Castiel warns. "This issue won't go away and if I am right, you better watch yourselves these next few days."

"We will," Lizzy promises.

"I mean it!" Castiel forewarns in a booming voice.

"Scouts honor," Dean vows with his right hand raised. "We'll be on the lookout." If the angel is this concerned, they will watch their own backs. He hasn't been wrong yet so Dean doesn't let the request for caution on their part fall on deaf ears.

"Good." With that, the angel disappears again with the sound of fight and they are left to their own devices.

"Cool trick," Lizzy comments with his vanishing, having never witnessed it before.

"Yeah, it's awesome," Dean sarcastically comments while rubbing his eyes. He's actually getting quite sick of this trick really quickly.

"Think he knew what we were up to when he just… um… flew? In here?" Lizzy looks over to Dean with a smirk.

"Hell, he probably didn't even know what it was," Dean tells her with a sigh. "He's like a lost five year old with super powers."

"Does that mean you'll have to give Superman the big talk later?" Lizzy asks while playfully leaning into him and nudging his shoulder.

"God, I hope not," Dean huffs while washing his hand down his face.

"Should we be concerned here, Dean?" she wonders, knowing something has to be happening to make Castiel warn them like he just did.

"A little," he brushes off. "If it really was a huge problem, Cas wouldn't left us to our own devices for a couple of days. The fact that he was willing to leave us alone makes me think we'll be ok if we're cautious."

"Then we should probably salt the doors and windows, get some holy water ready…"

"You know, I'm starting to think I will never know what a real vacation is," Dean laments, feeling like he'll always be working for the rest of his life.

"You don't get to have real vacations, honey," Lizzy says patronizingly while kissing his forehead and standing up from her stair, the wad of clothes in her hands. "You're Dean Winchester. That's just how it is." She smiles warmly and makes her way up the stairs.

"Then can't I be someone else?" Dean sadly says, dropping his head in his hands. "This is fucking tiring."

Lizzy turns around from the top of the stairs with a wrinkled expression. "Hey," she calls down to him and Dean turns to face her. "You're amazing. No one else could do what you do, not one. The world would be fucked right up the ass without you and Sam. And yeah, that sucks… big time, and it isn't fair. But I love who you are and definitely don't want to hear you say you'd rather be someone else. Ever."

"Yeah," Dean sighs, only able to partially believe her. "Sorry. It's just that everything is so…"

"Completely overwhelming at times?"

"Seriously, get the fuck outta my head," Dean grins to her as she once again correctly finishes his sentence for him.

"Seriously, get the fuck up here," she retorts while walking down the hall and disappearing into her bedroom. "I believe you have some unfinished business to attend to before demon proofing this joint!"

He hears her words call out to him and is immediately on his feet. Dean is up the stairs in a second, down the hall in two and they get down to it, finishing their task at hand.

"Hello, Sam."

The sober words are heard loud and crystal clear, cutting through the silence Sam had been sitting in. He jumps in his seat on the cot in Bobby's study with the surprise and looks up with wide eyes from the book he'd been engrossed in.

"Shit!" Sam shouts, still stunned slightly and slapping a hand to his forehead as he wills his heart to slow. "Castiel. A little warning would've been nice."

"I thought my greeting would be sufficient enough," he responds seriously

Sam looks up at the angel with disbelief. "Yeah. Worked swimmingly," he says with sarcasm.

"Good," Castiel returns, not picking up on the bite in Sam's words. "I need to talk."

"Well, Dean's not here. He's in Massachusetts with Lizzy," Sam informs him, assuming Castiel is looking for his brother since usually he is. They already seem to be quite linked to one another.

"I know. I dropped in just a minute ago. He was of no help. He says he is taking a vacation."

"Uh, yeah. He is," Sam explains, taking the open book he'd been reading off his lap and placing it on the cot next to him. "He needs a little time off after everything."

"So he told me, or rather yelled at me," Castiel says. Sam huffs a quiet laugh with the comment.

"Never interrupt a grizzly bear during mating season," Sam quips mostly to himself.

"Why do you speak of bears?"

"Never mind," Sam smirks. "What's going on?"

"There's something happening in the northeast," he begins to explain. "Specifically in the area Lizzy resides in."

"Like what?" Sam questions with high alert.

"Something demonic possibly," Castiel explains. "I've felt it. Something is off."

"You felt it?" Sam wonders with surprise.

"Yes. I have been keeping vigil over certain places and people…"

"Lizzy being one of them?" Sam interrupts.

"She is," the angel confirms. "And something is happening there, or something is there. Possibly demonic in nature. I warned them both but they seemed less than sufficiently concerned."

"Oh, I don't doubt that."

"They seemed…" Castiel pauses in order to find the right word, "distracted."

Sam, knowing what Castiel must have dropped in on, just shakes his head no is response.

"I can't be focused on them at all times," the angel explains. "There are other quite pressing matters at hand not on Earth. Even if it goes against my better judgment, I am asking for your help."

"Sure," Sam agrees a little unnerved, knowing that with his free time activities the angel is still very suspect of him. "What do you need me to do?"

"Figure out what it is that's in the area. And make sure that both Dean and Lizzy are being completely cautious. They did not take me as seriously as I believe they should have."

"Will do," Sam promises and with that the angel disappears. "Thanks for droppin' in," he says exaggeratedly to the now empty air in front of him. Castiel very clearly has not come around to Sam in the least.

Sam contemplates calling Dean, but then decides better of it. He should probably wait if he wants to get an answer… they're probably busy.