Dean parked the car outside his old home. He smiled and admired it. The only part of the house that had changed was the second story, where of course, the fire was. There was a large 'For Sale' sign out the front. The last owners had obviously moved out since Dean last visited.

'Hi.' He whispered. Dean wanted to believe that she was still there, in Sam's bedroom.

'Hi can I get a diet coke?' There was half an hour of the plane trip remaining. And Cas wanted something to drink before he left the plane.

'Sure.'

He grew tired. The sleep he wanted, he did not get. The diet coke and two coffees would keep him awake enough to get closer to home. Unless, of course, he fell asleep at wheel and was in a fatal car accident. The idea of home would be the only thing to get him through.

'Hey Bobby it's me.'

'Dean? How are you? Are you in Lawrence?'

'Yeah. Sam will be here in a little while. Cas will be there tonight, he's driving home.'

'Oh. So he didn't want to go to Lawrence with you?'

'No. He did. Things just got complicated alright?'

'Alright. Alright. I'll tell him ya' said hi.'

'Bye Bobby.'

'See ya' Dean.'

Dean ended the call. Finally, he saw a set of headlights moving up the road through the darkness. Sam's car. The car parked on the side of the street and Sam stepped out.

'Dean.'

Dean went to him and gave him a hug whilst patting his back.

'How are you Dean?' Sam asked, pulling away.

'Great.'

'So, you met Gabriel easily?'

'Actually, I had his understudy.'

'Huh?'

'Don't worry about it. I have Dad's cigarette tin. I have his journal. Let's do this.'

'John, please, don't do this. We can talk about it.'

Dean could hear his mother raising her voice. He thought he would fall asleep again, but what they were talking about made him curious. He went to his bedroom door and peered through the crack. He could see them in Sam's bedroom.

'No Mary! I'm so tired of everything!'

'Please! John!'

Dean closed the door slightly. He could see a flash of a red flame.

'Goodbye Mary!'

Dean opened the door as soon as he realised there was a fire.

'Dad?'

His father had already closed the door. Sam was in his arms. Smoke was seeping through the cracks.

'Take your brother.'

He went to Dean and gave him his Sam.

'Dad? What are you doing?'

'Go out there Dean.'

He did as his father told him. Before he went down the stairs, he could see his father return to Sam's bedroom. Whilst he opened the door, he heard screaming. Dean went to the front lawn and watched as flames destroyed his brother's room. Their father came running to them and sat down with them.

'Where's Mum?' Dean asked, grabbing his father's arm.

'It's too late! It's too late Dean.'

'Where's Mum?'

His father held him close with Sam.

'It's too late.'

Sam and Dean stood on the house's roof, just above Sam's bedroom. Dean took out his lighter and lit their father's journal. Sam held it up and turned it so the flame burnt it. When it almost touched his fingertips, he brought it down to the roof's surface. It burnt there until there was only the binding left and left a large black mark. Finally, they opened the cigarette tin together with strength and left the ashes blow away. They didn't care whether they had just fallen to the ground or ended up in a tree. The ashes were separate and the boys' father was now truly gone.

'Oh, hi Cas.' Bobby opened the door further and let Cas in. 'Dean told me you were coming here.'

'Listen, thanks for everything. I really appreciate it. How can I pay you back?'

'What? No just accept it. Dean rarely makes friends. Thank you.'

'Can't I at least send you something in the mail?'

'Boy, it's fine. Consider yourself lucky. I ain't one for charity repairs. Now come on, do you want your damn car or not?'

Cas grinned and Bobby led him through the house and to the garage.

'Here's your shirt by the way.'

Bobby threw Cas his white shirt he had worn that was replaced by Dean's ACDC shirt. He took his trench coat off, pulled off the t shirt and slid his arms through the sleeves of the recently washed business shirt. He buttoned it up, put his tie back around his neck, and covered himself up with his coat.

'Here's your keys.' Bobby grabbed Cas's hand and put his car keys into it. Then he patted him on the shoulder.

'Cas I, I hope you don't mind me asking but-'

'What?'

'What the hell happened between you two? Dean told me you were going to Lawrence with him.'

Cas sighed and sat down on the hard cement ground. He began to explain everything that had happened. Their arguments, leaving the terminal, discovering they were looking for each other. It was all a big misunderstanding but neither of them wanted to tell each other what they really wanted.

'Just answer the question Cas. Do you see a relationship with him?'

'Yes.'

'Then go to him. Don't leave him if you like him.'

'What if he doesn't like me back?'

'It's better to do somethin' than nothin.'

Cas nodded and exhaled loudly.

'Okay.' His head lifted up. 'I'll go to him.'

'That's the spirit! I'm driving you to the airport, and you're getting on a plane to Kansas City.'

Cas smiled.

'Come on ya' idjit!'

Bobby went to his truck and sat in the driver's seat.

'Well?'

Cas grinned, hopped on his feet and went to the truck. Maybe Dean would want a relationship. He could only hope.

After he bought his ticket, Cas went to the plane and found his seat. Once again, he was on the plane. But it was different this time. This time, he was going to Kansas to see Dean, rather than leave him.

'Thanks for coming up Sam.'

'No, it's okay Dean. I had to. He's our Dad.'

'Was. He was our Dad.'

'I know Dean. I know.'

'And he stopped being our Dad way before he died.'

Sam sat down on the pavement and turned around to look at the for sale sign.

'Would you ever buy this place? If you of course, had the money.'

'I dunno.' Dean sat down next to Sam. 'Too many memories.'

'You still remember it don't you?'

'What, Mum dying? Of course I do. I'll never forget that night.'

'He's gone now Dean. You don't have to worry anymore.'

Sam put his arm around Dean.

'I just wish things were different.'

'I know Dean.'

Someone poked Castiel's arm and he woke up.

'Sorry to disturb you Sir. The plane has landed.'

'Oh.' Cas looked around himself. 'Thank you.'

He left the plane then went into the terminal. He glanced at the table where he and Dean had eaten. It was like he had never left. There was the same noise of people talking, footsteps on the floor, and cutlery clinking on plates. He hired a car, found directions to Lawrence and drove. It was quite dark, but his car headlights were lighting the road. A Porsche went by quickly and that was the only vehicle he saw. When Cas finally arrived in Lawrence, he drove by every motel desperately and tried to find the Chevy Impala, but he couldn't see it anywhere. He drove through the streets, past houses, through parking lots trying to find Dean but he was nowhere. So, it was time to call Dean.

'Sorry I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the tone. Thanks.'

Cas groaned and threw his phone into the backseat.

'...okay. I'll see you soon Bobby.'

Bobby slammed the phone to the wall and groaned. He dialled a number and waited.

'Bobby? Why are you calling?' Cas hoped it was Dean, but when he saw the number that Bobby had given him he became sad again.

'It's Dean. He's driving here. Tonight.'

'Tonight? But I thought he said he was staying in Lawrence.'

'He changed his mind.'

Cas punched the steering wheel and the car horn sounded.

'I'll drive there, okay?'

'In a rented car?'

'Yes in a rented car. I'm not sure when I'll take it back, but it will go back to Kansas City one way or another.'

'Are you sure you want to do this Cas?'

'I need to see him Bobby. I need to.'

Bobby smiled.

'Okay Cas.'

'I really have to leave now then, I'll see you there Bobby.'

'See ya.' Bobby ended the call and went back to the couch. He felt privileged to be there in his home, and not in the seat of a car.

Dean drove past where he first met Cas. He sighed. Ideas filled his head of Cas loving him, forgiving him and taking Dean in his arms.

'Sorry Cas.' He said quietly.

The drive of over five hours seemed like a day for Dean. When he finally arrived home, it was 3:00 in the morning. He entered the house and paid no attention to Bobby as he lay on the couch.

'Hi Dean. How was it?'

'It was good.'

'Are you okay?'

'I'm fine.'

Bobby poured a shot of whiskey for Dean and put it on his desk.

'Come on boy drink up.'

'I'm fine.'

'No you're not Dean.'

'I am.'

'Dean.'

Dean turned and looked up at Bobby. He groaned, took the glass and swallowed the liquid. He winced and slammed the glass back down onto the desk. Bobby stayed at the window the entire time, looking out for Cas.

'What are you looking for Bobby?'

'Nothing.'

'Then why are you standing there?'

For an hour, Bobby sat at his desk glancing at the window every now and then. Finally, he decided to call Cas.

'Sorry. I'm not available at the moment. Please leave a message so I can get back to you.'

'Balls!'

Dean jumped.

'What?'

Bobby sighed.

'It's Cas.'

Dean lay down again and shook his head.

'What about him?'

'I think he's in trouble.'

'Dean lifted his head and looked at Bobby.

'How?'

'He's not answering his calls. He was supposed to be here an hour ago.'

'You- you invited him here?'

'I had to Dean!'

'What gives you the right?'

'He likes you Dean! And you're too bone-headed to show anything to him back!'

Dean frowned and crossed his arms.

'You don't even know what happened!'

'Oh, I know everything that happened. And that boy took the plane back to the big KC, drove to Lawrence, and was willing to drive back here just to see you!'

Dean's jaw slightly dropped.

'And now- now he's god knows where and he ain't answering his phone!'

Dean jumped onto the floor.

'Was he taking the same route that I take?'

'Probably. I suggest you take the truck if you're bothered to go after him.'

Dean ran to the kitchen, grabbed Bobby's keys and his shotgun, and sprinted outside.

Castiel had walked for ten minutes now. He had left his headlights on in case someone was driving past, but he doubted that anyone would be on the road. He finally came to a tall, dense forest. It gave him the creeps. He continued up the road until he saw a large truck coming towards him. He put his hand out and waved, but it wasn't slowing down. It came closer and closer, until Cas had no choice but to step back into the forest. Little did he know, there was a slope going down that was covered with leaves and broken branches. Cas slipped and went rolling down. It must have only been about three metres, but with everything that he was poked with it felt like a longer distance. When he stood up, his legs were covered in moss and dirt. His hands had cuts on them and leaves were in his hair. And his ankle hurt.

'I must have twisted it.' He thought. Cas continued to walk through the forest in the direction of where the road was going. He assumed he was going south, but he couldn't see a thing. For all he knew he could have been going north. There was the sound of twigs snapping. He quickly turned around.

'Hello?'

There was no answer. He turned and slowly walked over the collection of tree branches. He heard leaves rustling in the tree above him. He saw something moving. Cas's ankle pain stopped him from taking another step. He sat down against the tree and bent his legs up to himself so he could rest his chin on his knees. It was going to be a long night.