Kate, Dean and Sam had been staying at Bobby's for the past three nights, researching whether or not Castiel really could be an angel. Kate didn't manage to get much sleep and so she was awake to hear her brother start to talk in his sleep. He was tossing and turning, mumbling things that she couldn't understand. He had been having these nightmares every time he slept and she was starting to get pretty freaked out by them. She did the same thing as she had done all the other times this had happened, she sat on the edge of his bed and placed a hand gently on his cheek. He seemed to calm down when she was there. She sat there with him for a while until he was sleeping peacefully again.

Deciding that she didn't want to wake her brother she left the room quietly, glancing at Sam's empty bed sadly as she passed. He was going off somewhere practically every night now. Every time she heard him get out of bed, thinking that she was sleeping, she'd thought about following him. She wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to help her brother but she didn't know how. Sam wouldn't tell her what he was doing and she didn't want to cause an argument between them.

She was sitting at the kitchen table when she heard someone walking up behind her. "What are you doing up?" It was Dean. His voice was soft but he sounded tired.

She looked up as he walked further into the room. "Couldn't sleep." She said quietly. "You?"

"Me either." He began making himself a cup of coffee. "You want another one?" He asked, glancing at her almost empty cup.

"Sure." She gave him a small smile. He made the coffee for them but took a long drink of whiskey from a bottle on the side before sitting down with his. They sat in silence for a few minutes until Kate glanced up at him. "I know Dean." She said to him after a while.

Dean frowned in confusion. "You know what?"

"I know you remember. The nightmares and the drinking, Dean. I'm not stupid. There isn't a lot you can hide from someone you spend practically twenty-four hours a day with."

"Kate.." Dean sighed, trying to think of the right answer.

"Look you don't have to tell me, I'm not going to ask you to tell me about it if that's not what you want. But I need you to know, I'm here for you if you need anything. When you need to talk, if you need to talk.. I'll be here."

Dean nodded at her. He appreciated that she wanted to help and it felt slightly better that someone knew about it but he couldn't talk about it. Not to her. Not to Sam.. Not yet anyway.

He looked at her, her face was still pale with dark circles under her eyes. "Kate?"

"Yeah?"

He thought carefully about his next question. "The other night, I kinda noticed something.. On your arm."

She looked away from him. "What?"

He reached out for her arm and pushed her sleeve up, properly showing the series of deep gashes. "How'd they happen?"

"It was a hunt a few weeks back, no big deal." She smiled at him. He looked at her carefully, not sure on whether he believed her or not. He could see that something was still bothering her, she still wasn't eating properly and he knew she wasn't getting much sleep.

He was pulled from his thoughts when Kate stood up. "I'm gonna go to bed, try getting some sleep Dean." She gave him a quick hug before making her way to the kitchen door.

"Hey Kate?" He called after her.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

She smiled at him again. "Night Dean." She walked out of the room and went upstairs.

Dean sighed heavily. Sam was out almost every night now, he wanted to talk to him about it but he didn't know how. Kate didn't seem to know what was going on with him either. He decided that he would wait up for him, that tonight would be the night he found out where he had been sneaking off to all this time but he fell asleep at the kitchen table before Sam got back.

Sam sighed sadly as he walked into the kitchen, finding Dean asleep at the table, a bottle of whiskey loosely gripped in his hand. Dean continued to claim that he didn't remember hell but Sam wasn't all that convinced. He knew that Dean had caught onto the fact that he was sneaking around and that it was only a matter of time before he was in for questioning from one or both of them about it. He didn't have a clue how he was going to explain that he was hanging around with Ruby. That would definitely piss off Dean. Or that he was using his powers again. That would piss him off even more.

He already knew that Dean would think what he was doing was wrong. Sam wasn't all that sure about it when he'd first started. He had been a mess, grieving for Dean. He had thought he was on the verge of loosing his little sister too due to her own grieving state. He took comfort in the only person who, at the time, seem to have any solution or answers. Ruby. He'd always thought there was something about her that was at least someway decent, even if she was a demon. But that was something his sister, and brother especially, couldn't seem to see. He was saving people again. Even if he was using his powers he knew that he was saving people. Most of the times that he exorcised a demon now, the victim would survive. That was the only reason he was doing it, to help people. He wanted to save people again. Maybe Dean and Kate would understand that. That the powers he had may have come from somewhere dark but he was trying to do good with them. He hoped that they would eventually be able to see that when he had to tell them.

The three of them decided they would stay at Bobby's a couple more nights before moving on to find another job somewhere else. Dean seemed keen to work, like the more he was working the less he was thinking about hell. That night, Dean woke to find Castiel standing in the kitchen. He explained to Dean everything to Dean about why the angels were back. About the angels and the demons and the sixty-six seals. He woke up as Kate walked into the room and handed him a coffee. "You alright?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I'm good." He smiled at her.

"Good, I'm gonna take a shower." She said quietly before making her way upstairs.

Truth was, he wasn't fine at all. His head was killing him and his back was aching from lying on the hard floor all night. He went to his bag and pulled out a bottle of painkillers to find it empty. He groaned and looked at his sister's bag on the table. He checked that she was upstairs before opening it, feeling guilty for going through her bag but he was desperate. There was something in the bottom of the bag that felt like some tablets. "Thank god." He muttered before pulling out the bag of pills that were obviously not painkillers. He frowned at the small plastic bag and went back into her bag to see what else she had in there. There was also a bag of something he recognised as weed. Dean sighed to himself before stuffing both bags into his own pocket and walking away, trying to figure out what to do about them.

He couldn't believe it. He'd been out of hell for less than a week and things were already falling apart. Bobby had practically drank himself to death the past four months. His brother was keeping a bunch of secrets he had yet to find out about and how he'd found out that his baby sister was on drugs. He didn't know what to do. But he knew he had to do something. And soon, before he lost them both.