"Nick, hey Nick! Are you sure you're okay?"

The Grimm blinked and looked up, confronted with a very confused looking Trubel. It took him a moment to realise that he had made it home and was currently standing on his front porch. He tried to move and step forward but found that he couldn't due to the fact that his hands were forcefully gripping the door frame, his knuckles white against the dark wood. His breath was coming out in short, hurried bursts as though he had been running. If he actually had run all the way home Nick couldn't recall; he couldn't really recall anything. The only thing racing through his head was the image of the man in the trenchcoat with wings- actual wings- glowing brighter than the sun itself.

"Seriously Nick, what the hell is going on?"

The true anxiety in Trubel's voice was what finally set his body back in motion. Releasing his grip on the door frame, Nick quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He spun back around and was about to head towards the kitchen but was stopped by a pair of hands on his chest. His eyes flicked down slightly to meet Trubel's, her eyes burning with worry. Nick's features softened slightly, suddenly realising just how much Trubel actually worried about him sometimes.

"It was Wesen" Nick blurted out. He knew he would have to tell her eventually and it seemed like he didn't have any choice but to tell her right now.

"But it was like nothing I have ever seen before" Nick noted that Trubel had slid her hands off his chest but he made no move to go anywhere.

"Wings, he had wings"

"Wings? Are you sure?" Trubel blinked in shock.

"Yeah, and his face kind of glowed. Do you know what it could be?"

"No, do you?"

"No idea"

"Dude that sounds like, I don't even know. Can Wesen even have wings?"

"Again, no idea. I'm gonna call Monroe to see if he knows anything and then I'll head down to the trailer to see if I can dig anything up"

"I'm coming with you," Trubel said almost as soon as the word 'trailer' had left Nick's lips. Nick rolled his eyes but he shouldn't have expected anything else from her. Not bothering to put up a fight- he knew he would lose eventually anyway- Nick slid his hand into the side pocket of his jacket and pulled out his cell. Neither Grimm moved from where they were standing as he dialled Monroe's number and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey" Monroe's voiced echoed slightly through the phone speaker.

"Hey, it's Nick"

"Oh hey Nick, I was just-"

"Sorry Monroe, no time for small talk. Do you know any Wesen that have wings?"

"Oh um, what kind of wings are we talking about here?"

"Like a pair of huge, ceiling high, golden-white, feathery wings that glow"

"Um... no clue"

"Meet me at the trailer in ten minutes" with that final remark, Nick hung up. He felt kind of bad not explaining it all but he could do that at the trailer. Plus, Nick had a feeling that whatever he had seen was about to flip his life upside down. But he still wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing yet.

Ten minutes later, as promised, Nick's car rolled up to the trailer. Trubel almost jumped out of the passenger seat and stood by the door waiting for Nick to unlock it. Nick had been noticing Trubel's connection forming with the trailer. He guessed it was because it was the one place that could give her solid proof that she wasn't what she had been called for so many years- crazy. Silently, Nick unlocked the door. Just at that moment, Monroe's car pulled up alongside Nick's. Nick indicted for Trubel to go inside and get some books out before walking over to Monroe.

"Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't explain more on the phone but, I dunno, this feels urgent"

"What is it, Nick? What's wrong?"

Nick couldn't suppress the smile that spread across his lips; trust Monroe to be worried about him just because he didn't tell him everything over the phone. Quickly, the Grimm went through all the details he could remember.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, and I take it by that tone that you have no idea either"

"Nope sorry, I haven't got a clue"

"Well, we'd best get started then"

Monroe followed Nick into the trailer where Trubel had already cleared a space for herself on the bed (which was more of a store place than a bed anymore) with several books surrounding her. When the door clicked shut she looked up at them and smiled a little.

"I hope you came prepared Monroe because neither of us have any idea what we're looking for so this may take a while"

Smirking slightly Monroe produced three small cardboard boxes from the bag no one had realised he was carrying.

"You know me, or rather, you know Rosalee. She knows how to prepare"

Trubel made a noise of approval that was probably slightly too loud as Monroe tossed her one of the boxes of Chinese takeaway.

"Well, at least someone feeds me" she glared at Nick who rolled his eyes and grabbed the closest book to him before quite gracelessly flopping down into the chair behind the desk and beginning to read. Monroe slipped another one of the books off the shelf and made himself comfortable in the chair opposite Nick and also began to read.

"Woah, woah Cas hold up. What the hell do you mean 'he can see you'?" Dean's voice echoed through the bunker's corridors as he and Sam were stood feeling very confused in front of an unusually stressed looking Castiel.

"I mean he can see me, actual-celestial-being-me"

"So, what, he can see past your vessel?" Sam asked, brow furrowed.

"Well Jimmy isn't really my vessel anymore he's part of me but basically yes"

"So, there's a guy somewhere in Portland who can see you as angel you and not just human-looking you even when you're not doing anything angelic but he's not blinded by you like you told us any human being would be" Dean question with his eyebrows raised and his voice laced with scepticism.

"Yes," Cas answered simply, still not quite understanding Dean's need for constant sarcasm. But despite his sarcasm, Dean was still concerned about the angel. Along with all their other problems right now (trying to save the world and all) a scared angle wasn't what they needed.

"Okay, we'll go" the older Winchester said suddenly, earning a confused look from his brother to which he replied with a small shrug before turning back to face the angel who now looked slightly less edgy.

"Do you have enough power to transport us all or?"

"Borrowed grace doesn't work that well Dean, to transport all three of us would mean-"

Dean cut Cas off by looking away and holding his hand up, he didn't need reminding of yet another thing they had to fix.

"Okay, we'll take baby and you can meet us there"

When no reply came Dean looked back to where Cas had been standing to be faced with a space of nothingness. He did nothing but roll his eyes; both the Winchester's had gotten used to Cas' way of transportation by now.

"Dude, really?" Sam said suddenly, a twinge of frustration in his voice.

"What?"

"Out of all the things we need to be doing this is the thing you choose to deal with first? Cas suddenly appears, says some guy in Portland can 'see' him and you're instantly jumping on the case"

"Well, maybe we need some space away from all this for a while. Plus, I think there's a case in Portland anyway and it'll be good to do a regular hunt again"

Sam didn't say anything but his expression had softened because he knew that no matter what he thought, Dean was right. They needed a simple, regular hunt in the midst of all the running around, the Mark of Cain and the First Blade business, and generally trying to save everything and everyone.

And maybe this guy in Portland was actually something worth checking into...