"That's the damn Angel!" Bobby exclaimed as soon as he had noticed Castiel.

"Bobby..."

"Ya said he's dead!"

"He was..."

"Doesn't look very dead to me, boy. Not very angelic either... What happened?" Bobby raised his head and looked at Dean demanding an explanation.

"Someone kinda resurrected him, I think."

"You think?"

"Sorry, we haven't much talked about it. There wasn't time..."

"Bull!" Bobby eyed him angrily, demanding to know the truth.

Dean squirmed a few moments before he finally admitted, "I figured he didn't wanna talk about it. Traumatising experience 'n' stuff..."

"And why is he in bed? Hurt? Decorated like that?!"

Sam sighed and began filling Bobby in before Dean could say anything else. The older hunter didn't like the Angel but Bobby was still here wanting to help them. He deserved to know.

~*~

Meanwhile Dean sat down next to Castiel on the bed and asked softly: "How are you? You scared us... Disappearing on us like that..."

"Sorry..."

"No, don't be, Cas. Wasn't your fault. You got kidnapped. Need anything against the pain?"

"Thank you. I am fine."

"Don't look like it... Your arm's infected. It would be better if you took some pills. And you should eat something first - if you think it'll stay down..."

Castiel nodded slowly and watched as Dean pulled a cylindrical package out of his duffel bag. With an embarrassed shrug, he handed the puffed rice cakes to the Angel, a slight blush creeping to his cheeks.

"Thank you, Dean."

"We stopped at some kind of grocery while you were asleep last night. Thought it would be good to have something easy to digest in case you still feel queasy..." he muttered sheepishly.

"I really appreciate your concern, Dean." Castiel replied softly his hand touching the other man's as he took the Styrofoam-like cake. It tasted pleasingly neutral. Somehow the strange thing was sticking to his dry lips. It was a funny feeling. Castiel decided he liked rice cakes.

~*~

"What's up with those two?" Bobby asked softly, having watched Dean and the Angel interacting with each other.

"What do you mean?"

Sam frowned in confusion turning to look at his brother and his Angel, too.

"Look at them. If I didn't know who they were I'd assume they are very close. Very close."

"As I've said, Castiel is a friend."

Bobby shrugged. Either Sam didn't want to see it or he just didn't want to talk about it. But right now there were more pressing matters than a love struck pair of human and Angel.

"You said you managed to free Castiel and escape."

Sam nodded.

"Sorry to break the news to you but they let you escape."

Sam frowned and was about to object when Bobby continued.

"Do you really think someone who manages to capture an Angel isn't capable of making sure he stays were he is, idjit? You even said it yourself. Only two demons and they were pretty easy, too!"

Sam had to acknowledge Bobby had a point.

~*~

An hour later the three hunters were having breakfast. Castiel had fallen into a restless sleep, his fever still rising. Dean was worried. Although the Angel's arm was infected, Castiel's body was responding way stronger than it should.

"We should ward one of Bobby's room off so Cas can heal himself. We've got the blood and I remember some of the signs he'd drawn."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I've made a sketch were he'd placed what sigil. We should be able to duplicate the design. But don't forget he wasn't capable of disguising all of the power he used. The angels found the house pretty soon after we left. So perhaps it's better to find another deserted building instead of pointing them to Bobby's."

The older hunter nodded in agreement.

"And what now?" Dean asked, glancing secretly at the tossing and turning Angel.

"Now we wait for me to find a fitting house. "Sam replied while he opened his laptop to use Google maps anew.

~*~

It became noticeably darker outside when Sam was still on the laptop. Dean turned on the lights and looked out of the single window at the parking lot. Clouds covered the sky. No patch of blue was visible any longer. Nothing hinted at the sun that had been shining brightly only minutes before. It looked as if it had been rainy all day. Dark sky as far the eye could see. No towers or mountains of clouds, just a formless grey mass that promised rain. Lots of rain.

"That doesn't look too good..." Bobby muttered next to Dean. "Sam, better hurry up."

A thick flash of lightning illuminated the sombre sky for a moment before the deafening sound of thunder made Dean nearly jump. Then the rain came down in buckets.

~*~

Nobody noticed the snake like form of red liquid on the roof of the black impala. Nobody noticed how it formed sigils and runes. Nobody noticed how the rain washed the red away only after each sign was completed. And nobody noticed the red stained puddles under the car.

~*~

Fifteen minutes later they had their abandoned building. Sam closed his laptop and started to pack their stuff while Dean awoke Castiel. Bobby watched him without ostentation. Dean was as gentle with the Angel as he would have been with his own brother.

Castiel was sitting on the bed, looking too pale and sick for Dean's liking, while he gave him a few seconds to shake the dizziness and get his bearings.

"We are leaving now, Cas. We'll ward an old house not far from here so you can do your magic-healing-mojo again."

The sound of splintering wood and breaking glass interrupted Dean. Two people were charging in through the door while another man was climbing through the window. Black eyes - demons! Two more followed the first ones and suddenly the small group was facing eight foes. There was no way they would be able to fend them off.

AN: A question to all readers: Who do you want to team up? Sam and Castiel or Bobby and Castiel? Don't forget to leave your vote!