I'm sorry for almost no fluff, it'll take its time... e.e

I still hope you like it! :3

A cloudy sky and a soothing breeze. Both are playing with my mind.

Rays of sunlight are comforting me.

This monotounus summer sky and this one single kite.

The smell of flowers are calming me down.

Castiel woke up from his dream. He missed this place. The single heaven of an autistic man. That eternal tuesday.

He stood up and went to the 'livingroom' to look after Sam but he was still sleeping. Even though it was already noon.

The angelic didn't want to wake the wounded.

So he decided to finally explore the mansion.

But then a weird feeling was taking him over. His stomach felt weird and he heared a strange sound.

„Hungry?" Dean asked while passing by on the way to the kitchen. He surpressed a laughter when he saw Castiel's messy hair.

But Castiel didn't notice this becaus he was still wondering if this feeling he had belonged to the urge to eat something.

„I guess so." He said following Dean.

„There are still left overs in the fride, Cas." Dean said while taking the dishes.

Castiel nodded and opened the fridge.

„I hope you didn't mean this." He said while showing him a Jar filled with inners from a goat.

Dean smirked and went to the fridge to take the food himself.

He prepared it on the dishes and left some for Sam and Kevin.

„Thanks Dean." Castiel said while taking place at the table.

„You'll like it. I'm an awesome cook." He responded. To be honest Dean wanted to ask Castiel so badly about reversing the trials but he also wanted him to feel himself at home. And not confronting him with this sort of things again. At least not while they were eating.

„So Cas, how does it feel? Being human now." Dean said while mashing his potatoes.

The other one swallowed his food. „You're right Dean, this is really delicious."

Dean grinned.

„It's kind of strange to feel the urges to eat or drink. Or becoming tired ...it felt almost funny. It reminded me of that one time I drank that liquor store. That felt smmiliar." He loughed.

Dean didn't know that his friend was able to laugh like this. He knew for sure that this was now a new part of him. The human part.

„Say, Cas. What did you mean back then when you said it's possible to reverse the trials?" Dean asked while clearing the table.

„I'm not really sure with this, and it would take you great afford. And cost you alot. Dean. But I think that there's a chance to turn them back by doing exactly the opposite of god's will. This would probably mean bringing the hellhound back to life. Sending Bobby back to hell and injecting Crowly with unpurifyed blood to make him strong enough to awaken his old demon powers."

Dean lifted his eyebrows. „Seriously, Cas? You don't only want me to tell that we have to help Crowly turning into the king he once was but also we need to send Bobby back to hell?"

„Yes, Dean." The other one said while turning his head around to Kevin who was walking past them.

„Morning, sleeping beauty." Dean said.

„Well why didn't you wake me up, it's already noon." Kevin said and took something to drink out of the fridge.

„I tried Kev. But you didn't want to wake up. You were snoring like a little baby." He answered.

„Yeah I guess the past days were really hard. As for Sam I can tell you that he also just woke up. Maybe you should see after him." He said in a sleepy way but with a little smile.

Dean went immidiatly to his brother and was surprised to see him like that. „...Sammy? What did happen?". Sam was standing up and showing him his arms.

„I don't really know myself." His arms weren't glowing like the past day. „I woke up just a few minutes ago and the pain was gone." He said cheerful.

„Well Sammy, I freakin' don't know how this happend but I'm damn grateful you're feeling better."

A sigh of relief was to hear.

Castiel was standing in the doorway to the livingroom. „Glad to see you like this Sam." He said, wondering the reason why Sam was feeling better.

Thinking the less and least possibles through he came to a solution.

„Sam, Are you sure that the blood you used for the last trial was purifyed? I...I don't know any other reasons why...sorry to say so...you would be in this condition now."

Castiel said.

Dean interferred their dialogue. „Well the guilt Sammy was confessing was bullshit. He confessed about letting me down so many times."

Sam had wrinkled on his forehead. „But I felt the guilt, so my confession must had purifyed it."

The former angel took the word. „Did you tell this to Sam back then, Dean?"

He nodded. „Yeah." A questioning look on his face.

„I can imagine that the moment you told this to Sam you convinced him of the fact that he wasn't guilty for that. So this would mean, that the blood in Crowly's veins wouldn't be purifyed anymore."

The brothers were changing meaningful looks.

„Well at least I hope I can believe that." Castiel said.