"I spy with my little eye something ... red," Ben said. They've been reduced to Eye Spy during their long ass bus ride to Portland, Oregon. They found a nest of sprites causing havoc there and scaring the crap out of the locals.

Krissy said it'd be better if they took care of the nest since they're still young enough to be considered kids, by the sprites standards, that is. If an adult hunter went after them, they could lose their mind from the sprites' magic. Their adults minds wouldn't be flexible enough to handle the mind altering magic, it would send them to either the loony bin or to an early, extremely painful death.

So far though, the sprites have been playing games with the population of Portland, and no one's been hurt yet. Krissy said they'll get sick of the scare tactics and move on to more dangerous games.

"Stop sign," Krissy muttered sleepily. They've been up since 4 A.M. to catch the connecting bus ride to Portland.

"Nope."

"Brake light."

"Nuh uh."

"Red book."

"Which one?"

That got Krissy to open her eyes and looked around blearily for a red book. She saw three and took a wild guess.

"The Casual Vancy."

"Nope."

"Dark Matter."

"Dang iiiit."

Krissy giggled at Ben's pout, her stomach somersaulting when he laid his head on her shoulder and nuzzled it slightly. She dared to lay her head atop his.

"You cheated," Ben accused, booping her on the nose then laid his head back down on her shoulder. He hugged her right arm to his chest like a teddy bear, making her giggle and shove him off, earning a whine from him.

"I did not."

"Did too."

"Didn't."

"Did. Too."

"Did. Not."

"Did too times infinity."

"Did not infinity squared."

"Bah!"

Krissy laughed. "Did you drop all that stuff off at the local PD?"

"From McGrath's?" Ben asked, rolling with the non sequitur.

"Uh huh."

"Yep. Pawned the valuable stuff all around the city."

"Good. At least we won't have to scavenge for food for a while. Finding a place on the other hand, that'll be trickier." Krissy bit her lip. They might have to stay in a few shelters, which are dangerous, especially for Ben. Other males don't like interlopers on their territory, even one Ben's age. It'd be more dangerous for him than for her.

Ben lolled his head so he could look at her. "Can't we just rent a room?"

Krissy snorted. "Most motels won't rent out a room to a couple of teenagers. Besides, you can't use your ID."

"Oh yeah." Ben forgot about that.

They've tried using his ID but Ben couldn't find it at the time and they got kicked out of the restaurant. He found it in his wallet when they got back to the dilapidated house they've been squatting in. They took it as a sign that any use of his ID is out.

"Jo's starting to get really annoying," Ben complained. "You'd think she would have least given us a list of things we can and cannot do. Of what is and isn't allowed, you know?"

Krissy patted his head. "I know, but I think we can't go near your old life for now, and that includes using your ID, which sucks. What if we make you a fake one?"

"Think that'll work?" Ben asked dubiously.

"I think so," Krissy said slowly. "I think that as long as we don't use your real name, we should be good."

Ben scratched his cheek thoughtfully. "Sounds plausible. And if it doesn't work?"

"We'll make me a fake ID."

"All right," Ben agreed easily. He trusts her. She knows best.

"Okay," Krissy replied sleepily. She tugged Ben closer so she could snuggle and use Ben's shoulder as a pillow. "Now shush. Me sleepy."

Ben chuckled but obliged and gazed out the window, letting his mind drift aimlessly for the remaining 90 miles to Portland. He's excited about the food scene there. Ben's heard some good things about that place concerning those who love food. He's so happy they have a surplus of money, he's imagining all the different kinds of cuisines the city offers, and he's ignoring the rain that place seems attract. It's like rainforest or something of the like.

Temperate?

Ben sucked in geography. He passed by cheating off of Lucy Ingram's test back in junior high.

The miles sailed by. He wrapped his arm around Krissy 30 miles back so she was curled comfortably against him.

"Where you two lovebirds heading?" A twenty-something college student asked in curiosity. He grinned at Ben with a knowing smile.

Ben hid the grimace he desperately wanted to show and gave a shy smile instead. He pressed a kiss atop Krissy's head to think of a suitable lie that the guy will believe. He knows Krissy will go along with whatever he comes up with, even it's stupid. It's happened before and she still went along with it.

"Portland," Ben answered honestly. "We have a four-day weekend and we wanted to check out the food there. We heard it's pretty extensive."

The guy nodded eagerly. "Oh yeah. You'll love it," he enthused. "You'll have to try Monster Donuts!"

Ben couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm.

"I'll do that," Ben promised. What's the harm in taking his advice? And though he's not a big donut fan, he'll try it out.

The guy lit up at Ben's words, happy he's taking his advice. They ended up chatting about movies for the remainder of the ride. College Dude seemed to favor Science Fiction while Ben argued that psychological thrillers were the way to go. It was a good-natured argument that lasted until Ben and Krissy were at their stop.

Ben waved goodbye to College Dude while Krissy looked up the nearest place to buy some supplies to make some home made firethrowers without people knowing they're making home made flamethrowers. That'd be one quick call to the local PD and social services.

It's the last thing Ben and Krissy need.

Whoever Jo is - and they're still looking into who she was in life - she might do something potentially harmful to innocent people in her attempt to take care Ben. That is the one thing Ben and Krissy agree on about Jo: She cares a lot about Ben and his safety. It's why she chose Krissy out of all of his dad's friends and allies, she must have thought that Krissy would be uniquely qualified to watch over Ben.

Or maybe she thought that whoever "She" is wouldn't think to look for Ben with another young hunter.

Ben is still unclear as to who this mysterious and scary "She" is. She must be pretty powerful for Jo, a ghost or something, to be afraid of. Ben'd really like to talk to Jo about that. Or better yet his dad.

"See if you can call my dad," Ben said suddenly, making Krissy jump.

She recovered and asked, "Why? Jo won't let us call him."

Ben shrugged. "Dunno."

Krissy gave him a weird look but decided not to ask. He's a Winchester, who knows what's going on in his mind, but at least he's actually talking about his dad now. There was a week or so where Ben refused to even acknowledge his dad.

"You find our supply store yet?"

"Yeah. Three blocks away, and I found us a place to stay for the week. A family is going away on vacation. We can easily break in. They don't even have an alarm system!" Ben grinned at her astonishment. They didn't lock their doors in Sioux Falls. Ben's neighborhood was considered one of the safer ones.

"Nice!"

Krissy grinned at him. She gave him her duffle to carry because she can. Ben won't complain. He is so Sam's nephew.

There is no way in hell Dean would have taken someone else's bag without complaining about it first. Sam, on the other hand, would happily have taken someone else's bag. Well, as long as the other person did something worth Sam carrying the bag as reward.

Those Winchester boys, they're an odd bunch.

"Baby Winchester," Krissy said just to annoy Ben. He told her he only hears her call him 'Baby' and he finds it a little weird.

Ben glared at her and dropped her duffle on the ground. Krissy grinned at him, unrepentant. He'll still carry it.

"Let's go! We have some supplies to get and a place to break into!"

Ben laughed and grabbed her duffle and followed her like a puppy she's training him to be. Her dutiful guard dog. Not that Ben minds being considered her guard dog.

It's a fun role to play sometimes, when the occasion calls for it, and that is starting to become a habit. They've come across other hunters who think they can push Ben and Krissy around because of their age, but they back off real quick when Krissy tells them who his dad is. It's a little weird for Ben when hunters twice their age look scared around him. Like he's the one who's dangerous and not his dad, who is nowhere near Ben.

"Castiel," Ben muttered to himself. Another habit that Ben has picked up. He likes to say the angel's name just in case any other names come back to him. No other names have returned to him but he's not going to stop trying. That and Ben likes to use the angel's name as a cuss word.

If he could remember his dad's name, he'd use that as a cuss word too.

Krissy heard him but kept quiet. She took lead, like always, and kept her promise to Jo keeping Ben safe.

She made Ben stay outside while she entered the store to buy their supplies. It'd look suspicious if Ben bought what they needed to take out some sprites. People don't think that girls, or women in general, would know how to make a flame thrower or anything else pyro related. Good thing too. Imagine explaining why they're making such a dangerous tool.

"Oh, we're making a flame thrower so we can kill some sprites that are terrorizing a neighborhood."

That'll go over well.

Ben stood under the awning in front of the store, sheltering him from the sporadic rain. He felt his mind drifting to Logan and Marie. He missed them. He missed Sioux Falls. Something he never thought he'd miss, but he does, deeply.

"C'mon, Jo, give me a sign or something," Ben prayed. "What am I supposed to be doing? Why can't I go home?" He let his head fall back against the damp wall. "I just want to go home." Tears threatened to spill and he swallowed thickly. "I just want to go home."

A sob worked its way up his throat and Ben swallowed to keep it at bay.

He's been doing so good lately. Putting on a brave face whenever he's around Krissy, which is a lot, is kind of exhausting, but on the rare occasion he's alone, Ben let's all the emotions he keeps from Krissy out, and he bawls his eyes out, wiping the evidence away when he's done. But . . . he loves Krissy. He loves being with her hunting and traveling all across the western coast. She's taught him more than the Sheriff and his teachers combined ever did.

"Hey," Krissy said softly, surprising him. He didn't hear her leave the store. "You okay?" She reached up and wiped away an errant tear. "What's wrong, Ben?"

Ben shook his head and took a shuddering breath. Now is not the time to lose it. Not in front of Krissy. She lost more than he ever did. He can't have her thinking he's a wimp and a big cry baby. It's different than having Claire think him a baby than having Krissy thinking it.

Plus, he can't be a convincing guard dog when he's blubbering over something that's dumb.

"I'm - I'm fine." He gave her a watery smile that didn't help his case. "I am. I really am. I'm just tired. I didn't get to nap like you did," he teased.

Krissy frowned, unsure if she should push him on this. Ben held his breath while she had an internal debate about her next course of action. He's hoping she'll let it drop like she always does, but he knows sooner or later she'll put her foot down and make him talk about things he'd rather not think about; thoughts he'd rather ignore until his dying day.

"We're gonna talk about this later, you know this right?"

Ben nodded dolefully. Oh, he knows. He just hopes he's back home before he has to have this particular conversation.

"I know." I know.

Ben watched in awe as Krissy Macgyvered two flame throwers for the both of them. He wishes he was that intuitive with weapons. So far his talents in hunting seem to be more of the research variety. Krissy said he's just like his uncle that way. So, he guesses that's a good thing, to have something in common with his uncle.

"Can we go eat?" Ben asked plaintively. His stomach growled as if to plead its case for them to go eat something. Krissy looked up and grinned at him, blushing when her own stomach growled in agreement.

Ben let out a bark of laughter.

"Where do we want to eat?"

"I don't care," Krissy replied, "as long as it's close by. I don't feel like -"

"-Getting on a smelly bus," Ben finished for her. Krissy nodded. "I think there's a place just a couple of blocks away."

Krissy clapped her hands together. "Sweet! Let's go."

Two exhausting blocks away, Ben and Krissy found a restaurant that boasted the best BBQ in the entire Northwest. They have enough money to splurge on something as delicious as BBQ, especially a half-slab of ribs and seasoned potato wedges with cornbread and coleslaw or beans. That sounds so goooood.

The waiter is a godsend. He seated them quickly and took their orders within two minutes of seating them.

Their waiter brought them their drinks; Ben a Dr Pepper, and Krissy a Coke. They raised their cups to one another and drained half their glasses. Ben smacked his lips and let out a loud, "Aaaaahhh," making Krissy chuckle at his antics.

Instead of talking to one another, Ben and Krissy people watched while they waited for their food to arrive. Ben had to look away when a couple looking remarkably like Logan and Maria, save for the guy being a blond instead of a brunet. The guy even laughed the same as Logan, that deep belly laugh that Maria likes to tease out of him because she loves the sound. The woman had Maria's dimples and even the same hairstyle; long, wavy brown hair that Logan liked to run his hands through.

Ben had often walked in on Logan carding his hand through Maria's hair while they watched TV, and though he'd deny it, Ben loved seeing them be mushy with each other. He misses them so much.

It feels like he lost another mom and dad.

"Who was Jo protecting me from?" Ben asked aloud. "I mean, why would she do so now? What's the big bad?"

"Who knows?" Krissy answered, taking her gaze off of another pair of teenagers on a date. Wait. Not that her and Ben are on a date but . . . nevermind. Whatever. She's not going down that rabbit hole again, at least not without having a good reason, like say, following a white rabbit in a waist coat with a pocket watch, and claiming it's late, very, very late for a very important date. Then she'd willing go down that route without complaint. But only then.

"It could be anything. Literally. Your dad and uncle always manage to dig themselves in a deeper hole without trying. I mean, they took on the freaking Devil! And Heaven. Twice!" Ben smiled at Krissy's mix of awe and complete bewilderment at his dad and uncle's accomplishments. "For each other." She turned and locked eyes with Ben. "They are wickedly co-dependent."

"I know," Ben replied without thinking. He froze, eyes wide. Krissy stared at him in shock. "I know," he repeated slowly. "I know that." A smile grew. "I know that about my dad and uncle!" It's not a definitive memory but he knows at least that much about his dad that he recalled all by himself.

Ben grinned like an idiot, happy with that little bit of knowledge about his dad. He ignored the wave of anger that washed over him at only knowing that much about his dad.

The headache he gets over these mixed emotions are not fun.

He focused on being happy about knowing that about them. Less headaches that way.

The waiter appeared like magic by their side, their food just inches away from them, and it had Ben and Krissy reaching for their food like little kids, making grabby hands. The waiter let a soft chuckle at their antics but placed their food in front of them.

"Enjoy your meal," he told them and grabbed their glasses to go refill them.

Ben watched him leave. "He's a good waiter."

"Yep. Tip him real good when we leave," she told Ben.

"I will."

Without further ado, Ben and Krissy dug into their food with gusto. There was no talking between them as they enjoyed their meal.

The waiter came by every now and then to check on them, refilling their drinks without needing to be asked, something they appreciated because their mouths were too full to ask anyway. It would have been embarrassing trying to swallow and answer any questions without hurting themselves.

Ben scooped up some BBQ sauce with his finger and licked it clean. He winked at Krissy, who rolled her eyes fondly at him.

"Let's go, Baby Winchester. We have -"

"Shit to do, I know," Ben finished for her. He sighed and leaned over so he could access his back pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a couple bills, leaving a heafty tip for their waiter.

Ben nodded at the waiter when they left the restaurant.

The smell of petrichor washed over them once they exited the restaurant. Ben let out a smile, he always loved that smell. His mom hated it because it meant rain was coming, and she didn't like rain. Driving in it always made her nervous. He used to make fun of her for it.

"Where to, Miss Chambers?" Ben asked in a posh voice.

Krissy rolled her eyes and punched him in the shoulder. Ben winced and held his hurt shoulder.

"That was mean," he told her, and ducked from another punch. "I mean really, Krissy, I'm trying to be like a gentleman and you're just being uncouth." He shook his head despairingly at her. "I think we need to find you some classes where they teach you manners. You can be all lady-like." He did a princess bow to demonstrate his point.

The resulting punch to the stomach was so worth it.

BW

Claire watched her fellow classmates on the quad from her perch in one of Big Roy's (the oldest tree on campus) branches, her mind on Ben. It's considered normal now for her to always think of the wayward Winchester.

She's been looking again, thinking maybe that whatever is that's hiding Ben from them has degraded or worn off after four months. There's nothing. What if Ben's really gone? What if she's never going to see him again? What if Dean shows up tomorrow and she or Jody or Alex blurt out Ben had been living in Sioux Falls and some unknown entity stole him while he and Claire were on a supervised hunt with Jody?

She wonders just which part of that last sentence would capture his attention the most? Something stole him, he and Claire were on a hunt, or the fact they were on a hunt with Jody. Either one of those will piss him the fuck off.

He might actually kill them. She's seen the aftermath of Dean losing it. She doesn't want that to happen to her. Even if he's better, they still lost his son, and that might send him over the edge again.

Maybe she should just stop thinking of Ben and maybe the solution will come.

Throwing herself into becoming a hunter sounds like a good way to take her mind off of things. Plus she might even come across a lead on Ben's whereabouts. It's better than doing nothing or at least something other than twiddling her thumbs and hoping for the best.

If she keeps busy, it'll keep her from going crazy.

Jody doesn't know what to do. Alex has been pulling away more and more, and Claire . . . she's been looking for hunts. She's been blowing off school to do research on some bodies that turned up. Jody wrote them off as a more human killer thing than a monster type thing.

Try telling that to to a very determined hunter-in-training.

As for herself, Jody's been burying herself in her work, and doing her best not to notice any case that screams monster or demonic related murder or death. Her "daughters" acting different than they usually are has been a lot of help, in all honesty. It keeps the crushing guilt at bay when she's too worried about her girls.

Her hands shook when she reached for her phone to check her messages, just in case Ben somehow got in touch with her.

Disappointment threatened to crush her beneath its weight she saw only messages from Alex saying she's studying at a friends and for her not to wait up, and some from Claire asking if she could use some of Ben's books to look into something she found interesting. She didn't know how to reply to Claire's request. If she says no, Claire'll pull even further away and do something potentially dangerous, and if she says yes, that might actually put Claire in even more danger. She doesn't think she can handle losing another kid.

Opting for ignoring the text, Jody replied back to Alex telling her not to stay out too late. She'll talk to Claire later.

BW

Dean let out a groan of frustration. They've been looking and looking for something, anything that could kill the Darkness, and they've been coming up empty.

Plus, he's been feeling off, more than that bizarre pull he feels towards Amara. It's been nagging at him lately. The past four months or so, Dean's felt like he should be looking for something. He brushed it off as the pull towards Amara, but even when he was around her, that feeling of missing something was still there.

Someone's missing. But who? Everyone he knows and cares about is safely inside the Men of Letters bunker.

He thought about asking Cas, but lately, his angel seems to be in a bit of a mood. He's been frowning and staring off into the distance, head tilted to the side, as if listening to something or someone but whenever Dean asked him about it, Cas'd brush him off.

That more than anything told him Dean's not imagining that feeling. Or maybe Cas has been ruminating about Amara and Dean keeps interrupting him. He'd be pissed off too if his best friend kept asking him stupid questions about a problem he already knows about. Hell, Dean would have reacted a little more angrily than Cas did.

"You know, we really should ask Cas why he's so distracted lately," spoke up Sam. He's sitting at his favorite table in the library, trying in vain to find something that could help them with their current problem. Dean doesn't have much hope on that but if anyone could find something, it's Sam.

"I know," Dean sighed. Add that to their ever expanding list of things to do. "But for now let's leave it alone. I really don't feel up to having a heart to heart with our resident angel."

"Your resident angel," Sam muttered under his breath. At Dean's less than amused look, Sam changed the subject to, "So, about Amara ..." he trailed off at Dean's dark expression. "Uhm, we should - we should, uh - Did you text Jody and Claire our new numbers? You know just in case they need to get a hold of us or something."

Dean glared at Sam for the Cas and Amara remarks.

"No, you said you were going to text them," Dean pointed out. "I rather we just didn't get in contact with them. We don't need to draw them in on this."

Sam sighed and closed his laptop. "I know but I like knowing if they need us they can get in contact with us. And it's not like they ever call to 'just check in.'"

Dean conceded that one.

"Fine, text Jody and Claire. I'm gonna go get some grub. Rabbit food for you, yeah?" Dean smirked when Sam bitchfaced at him. "And real for food for me and Cas. Be back in a few."

Sam watched Dean leave with an annoyed glare. There's nothing wrong with eating right, especially in their line of work. He had real fun when the Leviathans made all the food Dean liked dangerous to eat, he even took Dean to a farmer's market just to see Dean's face. It was so worth it.

Smirking at the memory, Sam pulled out his phone and texted Cas. The angel immediately responded back, saying he'll be right there.

Dean's the one that pointed out that Cas has been acting weird, almost squirrely lately, and every time Cas acts like that, it's never a good thing. Whatever it is that's bothering him, will almost definitely come to bite all of them in the ass. It always does. For all of them. And this time Sam has every intention of heading this one off. They already have too much on their plate.

A few minutes pass and Cas arrives. Sam watches him walk down the stairs, his head swiveling left and right, as if looking for someone. Gee, he wonders who he's looking for.

Snorting to himself, Sam gets up and goes to greet Cas. "Hey, Cas, how've you been? Dean went to go get dinner." Better to start with small talk to get the angel off-guard.

"I've been looking for Amara," Cas answered slowly, like Sam's an idiot.

Sam ignored that like he always does. "Look, Cas, we need to talk."

Aaaaand just like that, Cas's walls come up, and he's wearing his "I'm an Angel of the Lord, do not piss me off, and I will tell you nothing" face. Sam hates that face. Only Dean can break Cas out of that face by merely saying the angel's name. He really has to learn that trick.

"C'mon, Cas," Sam almost whined, "you know why we need to talk."

Stoic, thy name is Castiel.

"Caaaaas," this time Sam did whine. "If you don't talk to me, you'll have to talk to Dean. He's been worried about you."

Cas blinked in surprise at that, and Sam pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. These two might actually be the death of him. So emotionally constipated.

"Fine, can you at least tell me if what's bothering you has to do with Amara?" Cas shook his head. "Okay. Then is it something that would hurt us? Physically?" Another shake. "Great! Is it something important?" Hesitation and a little bit of fidgeting. "Is it Claire?" A shake of raven hair. Hmm. "Jody?" A head shake. "Should we be worried about this thing?" More hesitation then a slow shake. "So you don't know for sure then." A shrug.

Okay, now Sam's starting to get annoyed with the non-answers.

"Cas!"

Cas opened his mouth to say something but Dean entering the bunker had the angel snapping his mouth shut and his expression turning mulish, daring Sam to push him on this.

Bad timing, Dean. Really bad timing.

"Cas," Dean said pleasantly surprised. "You're here, and just in time for dinner. I got you your favorite." He brandished a grease stained white bag holding undoubtedly burgers and fries. "Take off your coat and come eat," he ordered the angel.

Dean breezed past them and made his way into the library where he started depositing their food in their respective seats. They've shared enough meals together to warrant their own place settings.

Sam shared a look with Cas, promising they're not talking about this. Cas merely stared back that way he does, and it had Sam looking away first. He lasted longer this time, so there's that. Dean's the only one who can hold his own the angel on that front. In fact, Cas is the one who looks away first in their staring contest thing they have.

Dean rolled his eyes at their attempt at subtlety.

He knows Sam attempted to get Cas to talk about what's bothering him and struck out. Which is why Sam is being a little too aggressive with placing their drinks on the table.

"Okay, out with it," Dean said after a few minutes of tense eating. How can that be a thing? Eating is supposed to be enjoyable, but leave it to these two to ruin it. "Talk. Now." He saw Sam shift but he stubbornly kept quiet while Cas stared at his burger. "Fine. If you two won't talk, then I'm going to ask one question, and Cas," he pointed at the angel, "you're going to answer it. Okay?"

Cas looked apprehensive but he nodded his head.

"I feel like I'm missing something, something important. Do you know what it is?"

Now Cas looked terrified. "Yes."

Oh, now the angel decides to talk, Sam thought sourly, and stabbed his lettuce aggressively.

"Care to tell me what it is?" Dean asked sarcastically, but ice crystals grew in his blood at how scared his angel looked. "Cas? Any time now, buddy."

Cas swallowed and looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. He opened and closed his mouth several times but nothing came out. He shot a beseeching look to Sam to help him but Sam wanted to know too.

"Is whatever it is I'm missing in danger?" Dean decided to ask to help the poor angel out.

"No. Not yet," Cas replied quickly. "But if you try to find what it is you're missing, you'll be painting a target on their back."

Sam pounced on one word, mere seconds ahead of Dean. "Wait. Their back. So Dean's missing someone, not something."

Cas looked like he wanted slap himself but he kept quiet.

They asked him questions but Cas remained silent.

"Fine!" Dean yelled in frustration. "Swear to me that they're safe and unharmed right now."

"They are. They're actually safer than we are." He paused then added, "As long as you stay away, h-they'll be safe."

Dean narrowed his eyes at the slip. He opened his mouth to push the matter, only to be stopped by Sam's not-so-subtle kick to the shins.

"Ow! Shit! What the hell, Sam?" Dean yelped. "What was that for?"

"Drop it. That's all we're getting out of him," Sam said. He shot Dean a glare, and Dean subsided, grumbling about the kick and Cas keeping secrets again. "Dean, enough."

Dean glared right back but did drop the subject.

Cas let out a relieved sigh even as guilt ate at him. He should tell Dean about Benjamin Winchester and Joanna's interference, but he wasn't lying about putting Ben in danger should Dean seek him out. Amara might not like having to share Dean's attention. She's already miffed about him and Sam. He'd hate to imagine what she'd do to Ben.

But is it really a bad thing keeping Dean from his son when Dean had already asked him to keep his son safe?

...Is it?

Yay! Dean, Sam and Cas made an appearance! Took a while, no? *laughs*