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CHAPTER FIVE

Since angels do not sleep Castiel spent the entire night just watching Jo sleep. She looked much more peaceful and even younger while she was dreaming. A myriad of thoughts plagued his mind while he lay there. Many of them were thoughts he had never had before about any woman. He could not help wondering what it would be like to hug her, kiss her, or more…and it scared him. Dean had tried to get him interested in a random prostitute but to tell the truth the angel had freaked 'Chastity' out on purpose. Why would he want to engage in sexual activities with some random woman? It made no sense to him, he figured it was a human thing.

But with Jo he could not resist thinking about it and he wondered why. Maybe it was the weird changes going on inside him, changes that were developing into something a human would call feelings. Castiel was not used to any feelings, he was just adjusting to the feeling of friendship he had with the Winchesters. Now he had a whole new set of feelings that were entirely different and stronger, and they all involved the blonde girl sleeping against him.

Early in the morning, just as the sun was about to rise, Jo rolled off to her side of the bed. The angel figured she would not rise for a couple hours and teleported away. The sound of flapping wings announced his presence in another dingy motel room two states away. Sam slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes and realizing it was Castiel, he grumpily mumbled

"Dean's not here Cas, check the waitress from Horseshoe Pub's apartment."

With that he collapsed back into bed, assuming Castiel would head off to find Dean.

"I came here to speak with you Sam."

Castiel explained while staying put standing in the center of the room. Sam looked startled but slowly rose to sit up.

"No offense man, but why are you here to see me? You always come to talk to Dean."

Sam asked, his eyes narrowing as he awaited some sort of angelic interigation about demon blood. Castiel just gazed at him for a second or two, unsure of how to respond. Then he stepped closer to Sam, sitting on a chair that occupied the space next to a tiny table.

"I need your advice."

Castiel felt uncomfortable asking but he figured Sam was his best shot. The topic he was about to bring up, well he knew what Dean's advice would be.

Sam just looked completely confused and was too tired to try and figure Castiel out right now. Rather than being a jerk and telling him off for disliking him all this time, Sam took the high road.

"What do you need advice about?"

He asked. Castiel just stared at him looking mighty uncomfortable.

"Cas, what do you have ants in your pants? C'mon what's up?"

The angel tilted his head slightly, not getting the phrase.

"I have no insects in my clothing. I wanted to know how to go about….being more than friends with a woman."

Castiel said hesitantly.

Sam was uncomfortable now and wished some sort of distraction would come their way. Unfortunately none did.

"Um, Cas, I thought you knew how that worked? At least the basics between a man and a woman…"

Castiel cut him off before he could say anymore.

"No! No, not that. I know how that works. I want to know about everything before that. I saw on the television how a man takes a woman places, they laugh, they attend movies, all of this….sharing happens."

He had a hard time figuring out how to phrase it. Before falling Castiel knew of marriage and sex. But sex was merely for reproduction of the species and marriage was committing yourself to one mate like God wanted. He never had to think about the feelings involved and certainly not about how humans got to the stage of marriage. He had never learned about first kisses until last night for God's sake.

Sam looked relieved and even smiled.

"Oh, geez Cas, that's easy enough then."

The younger Winchester also had a damn good idea of who Castiel wanted to try and date. He doubted this was legal behavior in Heaven.

"But before I tell you, why'd you ask me?"

He wanted to know what made Castiel come to him when Dean was his obvious favorite.

Castiel actually looked a little ashamed, and rightfully so, he felt bad asking Sam for something when he had given him the cold shoulder at times.

"You know Dean, he took me to a den of iniquity. If I asked him, he would just tell me to 'tap that', and honestly I have yet to truly decipher that human term."

The angel explained, staring down at the red carpeting.

Sam laughed because everything Castiel said was true. Dean was the ladies man while Sam was the relationship type. Castiel knew about Sam's commitment to Jessica and it was why he came to him for advice. With a sigh Sam tried to explain best he could.

"Cas to me it sounds like you're talking about dating or a relationship. Unlike Dean, there are guys out there who don't just sleep with a girl and take off. A lot of times if a guy likes a girl, they develop a commitment to each other. Which would mean they're like boyfriend and girlfriend and can't cheat on each other and stuff. Then you go out on dates or spend the day together and go somewhere and do something you both enjoy. The more time you spend with the person, the more you trust them, the more they know you….and yeah….that all you wanted to know?"

Sam hoped he had explained it well enough, he really was exhausted and about to pass out again.

"Yes, thank you Sam."

Castiel said and the next second he was gone. With a sigh Sam leaned back and eventually returned to dreaming of better days.

Jo woke up and found the beautiful blue eyed angel sitting on the bed with….a coffee in hand? He was staring off into space with a Starbucks cup in his left hand, steam slowly rising from beneath the lid. When Jo sat up he turned to her.

"I obtained this beverage for you."

He handed over the coffee, and Jo slowly took it, just eyeing him warily.

"Do you not enjoy coffee?"

Castiel asked and Jo realized he looked a little worried now.

"No I love coffee I'm just wondering how you knew to get it."

Jo said since she was damn sure angels don't usually make coffee runs. Castiel looked over at the still turned on TV.

"I saw a man on TBS do it."

He said and Jo's face broke into a full smile. Could he be any cuter? This warrior of God saw a human man on TBS get his girlfriend coffee in the morning, so he got her coffee. She was pretty sure she could not like him anymore than she already did.

"Thanks Cas, it's a perfect start to the day."

She got up and finished her coffee, all the while with the angel in the background somewhere. She kept wondering when he was going to leave. He had been with her all night and he must have some crazy angel stuff to do. Not that she did not love having the company but he never stuck around Dean or Bobby too long. At least from what she knew. Jo finished getting dressed and pulled on a worn leather jacket over her black tee. There was no point in getting dressed up when the day could easily consist of shooting, burning, or stabbing something to death.

Her cell phone rang and the caller ID read 'mom'. Jo quickly flipped open her phone and answered.

"Hey Mom, what's up, you and Bobby find anything?"

Ellen quickly replied, informing Jo that she and Bobby were pretty sure about a horsemen's location. She also told her that the brothers were on there way to Bobby's for a bit of a meeting on all of this, and she should hurry over. This was good but frustrating news. Now she was going to have to hurry to Bobby's which meant driving 22 hours straight through. Wonderful.

With a sigh she gathered up the couple bags she had and headed towards the door. Castiel was still standing by the window.

"Hey Cas, I'm not trying to kick you out or something but don't you have like, angel stuff to do?"

She asked, growing concerned with the angel remaining in one place for so long. Not that she minded it was pretty sad but he was the closest thing she had to a good friend. Dean and Sam were friends but not around enough to be considered close. Meanwhile hunting kept her from sticking around any cit or town which made making friends impossible.

"I do, there is much to be resolved within the garrison. However I find myself reluctant to return."

He replied, staring at her with those cryptic blue eyes. Jo realized Castiel was avoiding going back. He was probably sick of non-stop arguing which was no tall tale since angels didn't sleep. Jo opened the door and headed out her car, motioning for Castiel to follow. He walked a few paces behind her to her car trunk.

Jo propped open the trunk of the 1970 Chevy Chevelle, and tossed the two bags in. Also in the trunk were some weapons, hex bags, rock salt, and fake IDs. She made sure everything was secure for her long drive and shut the lid. She debated about what to do. Should she invite Castiel to come with her? Surely the Winchesters planned on calling him down anyway. But they just spent about 12 hours together would he really want to feel obligated to be locked in a car with her for a day straight?

"You can come with me if you want, I'm headed to Bobby's. My Mom says they got a lead on a horseman."

Okay, so her desire to be around him more won hands down.

"I can teleport you there."

Castiel said, already reaching up with one hand to poof them away to South Dakota. Jo grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"Wait! I'll need my car, can you take that too?"

She asked, wondering if his angel mojo worked on inanimate objects. The angel seemed frustrated as his eyes narrowed at the large car.

"Unfortunately no, my power has drained quite a bit in the past week. I would not be able to travel with something that heavy."

It took Jo a couple seconds to reply since she realized Castiel was slowly loosening her grip on his wrist and moving his own hand to intertwine their fingers. Well that was a surprise.

"Um…I can meet you there it's fine Cas."

Jo said pulling her keys out of her pocket. The angel seemed to be thinking and then what looked like a smirk flashed across his features for only a second. Then he replied.

"I think I will still accompany you in your travels, if you do not mind."

Of course she didn't mind! Spending almost an entire day in the car with the angel she was making out with last night, yep sounded like a damn good idea to her. This was working out much better than driving alone for 22 hours. Jo wondered what she might learn about Castiel on this interesting road trip of theirs.

They hopped in the red car and left immediately after that. There was still a crisis to get to after all. But Bobby's was a long ways away and for now, in the little red Chevelle, Castiel and Jo got to be in their own little universe. It was a nice place without the constant stress and the excitement of exploring something new. Blue Oyster Cult played quietly in the background while they drove. Sometimes they talked and others they sat in a content silence. After about four hours of driving Jo was starving and stopped at a McDonald's drive-thru. She would have preferred a sit down meal but there simply was not enough time. While she picked at her fries Castiel asked her a random question. It was a weird game they seemed to be playing, asking the other whatever topic came to mind no matter how out of the blue it was.

"Jo, what is your favorite memory?"

She paused in her consumption of French fries (which were awfully good), and a small smile crept onto her lips.

"Probably from about a week before my Dad died. I was still pretty young but it's one of those memories you never forget. My Dad drove my Mom and I up to Maine for a weekend away. For once it was a real one, no hunting of any kind, just a real vacation. We stayed in this little seaside town called Camden that was just the most peaceful place. While we were there we stopped by a gas station and there was this scrawny and beaten up puppy sitting in the cold. He was abandoned and I begged my parents to let me keep him. My Mom caved first and said yes. I just remember the car ride back to the hotel and how I was so happy. It felt like the perfect family, me, my mom and dad, and even a misfit dog to match. For that weekend we got to be normal, just a regular family with a kid and dog like everybody else."

Jo had to fight back a few stray tears from thinking about it, she had never told anyone that before. Hell she never even talked about Rags, that's what she named the dog. Ellen never asked her either, she had seen how Jo formed a strangely strong connection to the stray after her father passed. She always tried to put up a brave front and pretend she never had any desire to be normal. Deep down she knew that would never make her happy but that last weekend with her Dad had carved a special place in her heart.

Castiel just sat quietly for a few moments before saying anything. He knew it must be hard to think about her father.

"That seems like a nice memory to have."

He said simply, then decided to cautiously try the French fries Jo had bought him. He slowly reached into the bag like it was about to bite him, then carefully ate a single French frie. This wasn't bad tasting but since he never got hungry it was not quite as satisfying.

"What about you Cas? You got a favorite memory?"

This she was truly curious about. Did the angels ever have anything good going on up there in Heaven? Castiel thought it over for a good five minutes before answering her.

"Yes. Many centuries ago I was on Earth for a short time, my orders had forced me to take up a vessel and walk among humans. There I saw a woman who had become pregnant but was not married. At this time in her culture she was sent away for this, forbidden to see any of her family since she had brought shame upon them. The man she had been with surprised me. He never took a wife and remained alone. For some reason I was curious about them and checked up once in awhile. I noticed he went to work each day but never lived in more than squalor, and he always spent any free time asking for this woman he had lost. It took him twenty years but he found her in another town. Once he did, their child was grown, but he split all of the money he had saved up between this woman and their son. He gave it to them and he discovered the woman had not been married either. She had lived alone with her son all these years, almost like she was waiting for him. It was the first time in my existence I realized that humans did not have to be married in order to truly love one another, and that love really did exist. It was also the first time I ever had the slightest doubt about any of my father's rules."

Castiel had been staring out the windshield while he spoke. Jo just stared at him. She tells him a story about Rags and he comes up with some epic love story? Damn. However there was one sad part about it, she realized Castiel's favorite memory did not even center around his own life. It was really someone else's memory. This just proved to her how his existence was just following orders until very recently.

A few hours later they were on the highway again and discussing lighter topics. Jo had asked Castiel his favorite color. Then he asked her why he should even have a favorite, they were simply colors. Jo then explained how you could prefer one color, and how this question was always the first thing you asked a new friend when you were little. He put more thought into it than anyone she knew and eventually told her ivory, because it reminded him of the pure light of a human soul. Jo informed him that her favorite was blue, like the sky…she kept it to herself that very recently she added his eyes as another reason to favor blue.

Silly, pointless conversation ensued over the long hours of their drive. Jo explained plenty of human traditions and behaviors to the angel, while he continued to awe her with interesting historical stories, or bits and pieces of how Heaven functioned. Somehow the ride went by fairly fast and they were arriving in Bobby's town. Jo could not recall the last time she had so much fun, and the real smile on Castiel's face told her he felt the same.