Sam felt like he couldn't wake up. When he awoke he almost felt like if he opened his mouth or eyes he would suffocate. He tried anyways and felt a slight burning sensation which he convulsed on. He brought himself to sit up. Dean was fighting with Cas at the coffee table about eating his breakfast. Sam listened for amusement.

"Cas you can't, not, eat anything!" Dean exclaimed like a mother.

Cas responded like a six year old, "I'm not hungry! I can eat later!"

"There is no later. You'll only get to eat again at 5:00 pm! Eat now or starve." Dean retorted.

Cas tilted his head with worry, "If I don't eat for a day will I really starve."

Sam nearly laughed out loud when he saw Dean perform the funniest facepalm he'd seen in his life. He tried standing up feeling like every bone in his body was going to break. Luckily he was able to keep a straight face.

"Guys what are we going to do about Crowley?" he asked cracking his back and wobbling upwards nearly bumping into the wall. Dean stared at him suspiciously.

"Well, he'll just have to wait for someone to find him." he answered with victory coating his tone. Castiel couldn't help but take a bite of his waffle laid out in front of him. He watched Dean and Sam talk with a full mouth. Sam didn't even know how Cas could fit any breath in his mouth.

Dean was snapping his fingers in his little brothers face, "Sammy you in here?"

Sam took his eyes off Cas, "Ya. Ya sort what are we going to do?"

"Hunt." Dean replied bluntly taking his seat again. He reached his fork over to Cas' plate and stole an edge from his waffle. Cas tried swatting his hand away and Dean let out burst of giggles. Cas frowned looking defeated.

"So you suggest we all ride off into the sunset, hunt monsters, like it normally is?" Sam asked slyly crossing his arms almost loosing his balance.

Dean nodded, "Any suggestions bucko?"

Sam opened his mouth to speak when it felt like he had forgotten everything that had ever happened in his life. He scratched his head trying to get his memories back, "U-uh, o-okay we got Kevin, Metatron, the fallen angel, Abaddon."

Cas flinched at the mention of the fallen angels and Metatron. Dean started nodding slowly in a daze, "Okay so are you suggesting we go to Kevin for no apparent reason, try finding Metatron and Abaddon without clues? And hunt down every fallen angel for what purpose exactly?"

Sam was speechless and he let out a long sigh, "I-I don't know."

Dean stood up abruptly taking one last sip of his orange juice. He poked Sam's face like they were kids again and gave him a nerdy smile, "We need answers first. I understand where you are getting at but we need go do something productive while we are getting the clues we need. Now get dressed, Cas and I found something that looks like a case."

Dean walked off towards the bathroom and Sam stared down at Castiel eating at the table. His caribbean blue opals glared back up at him, "What?" his gruff tone remained in tact.

Sam shook his head suddenly, "N-nothing," he stuttered.

Cas shrugged slurping down the rest of his drink. That's when Sam noticed he wasn't wearing a trench coat. Just a white pin striped button up shirt with a blue tie which was actually straightened for once. Cas watched Sam's expression and answered like he knew what Sam was going to ask.

"I'm not an angel anymore Sam. I magically turn clean. My trench coat is in the wash." he grinned which surprised Sam.

Sam glanced at the doorway to the bathroom to make sure Dean wasn't coming out and he sat down next to Cas and leaned in close to him so he could whisper, "What's going on with you?"

"I should ask you the same question." Cas answered with a smug grin, "Not like I didn't notice how painful you looked when you got out of bed this morning."

Sam's ears flattened and his eyes darkened, "Don't tell Dean."

"That's your business not mine but if you want advice, I'd tell Dean." Cas replied throwing away his trash next to him keeping eye contact with Sam. Sam just frowned knowing Cas was right but it had never been easy telling Dean the truth. Dean always got to overprotective like dad. He just didn't understand why it was easier to tell Cas. Castiel had never been such an approachable person when it came to chatting. His glare alone was enough to make anyone hide away in a bush while he walked by. Everyone was astounded how he and Dean held such a close stable relationship without Dean being uneasy. Some people thought it was because Cas raised him from perdition, some think it's because they could sympathize. Sam thought it was because Dean had grown to consider Cas his brother and Dean always took care of his brothers.

He cleared his head of thoughts and brought himself back to staring into the caribbean blue ovals that were staring at him. He was no longer scared of Castiel's glare which haunted him daily. This look seemed comforting and...human. Sam pulled away leaning back in his chair and he smiled for once that day, "Imagine what are life would be like if we had never met you Cas." he chuckled.

Cas tilted his head, "What?"

Sam looked up remembering that though Cas might be human, he still might not understand jokes and references.

"Cas sometimes humans wonder. They wonder the 'what if' question. It usually results to families and friends. What it would be like without them. That answer could never be questioned unless it were to happen." Sam answered.

Cas leaned back in his chair sort of mimicking Sam, "Even as an angel I wondered what would happen if I weren't assigned to raise Dean from perdition. I wouldn't have free will. I thank you for giving me that choice." Cas' voice trembled into a whisper.

Sam made a small smile, "Cas if you didn't raise Dean from hell everyone would have gone to hell."

Cas grinned showing his big white toothed smile the winchesters didn't get to see everyday.

At that moment Dean walked out of the bathroom. He through Sam his clothes, "Here."

He glanced at Cas, "Your trench coat won't be clean for another hour or so. We can move along without it right now and put it on later."

Cas nodded grabbing his black tux jacket and sliding it on. Dean suddenly laughed, "Hey I almost forgot I had fake ID's for you!"

He ran to his bags unzipping loads of them and searching wildly through the pockets. Sam tilted his head, "Cas has fake ID's?"

Cas nodded slowly straightening his tie once again, "I believe it was when you two were fighting. I needed Dean's help to capture Raphael."

"You never told me about this." Sam stated beginning to stare Dean down.

"There's a lot of things Cas and I do you don't know about." Dean replied with a smirk. He bit down on one of the ID's as his hands began to get full of them. He finally laughed out loud dropping the one in his mouth on the ground. He picked up Cas' fake ID and threw it at him.

Cas' eyes were wide with shock and confusion, "What stuff?"

Sam was laughing now, "It's a joke Castiel."

Cas started to laugh too, "Oh...ya ...haha

Later that Morning Sam, Dean, and Castiel were finally on their way to St. Meriwethers which was a cathlic church where the minister was murdered with a cross through the heart. Cas had told Dean it could have been an angry fallen angel. There were a few angels who believed killing a priest with a cross was good luck. They decided to check it out.

"Is this the place Cas?" Sam asked as they approached a long grey building with a stiple labled, St. Meriwethers.

Cas nodded with determination, "Yes."

Dean approached the closest woman he could find. It was a small pudgy ginger woman in her late 40s. She wore a necklace with a cross and a long white dress as if she had just left a service. She grinned, "Can I help you son?"

Dean nodded a bit uncomfortable in her prescence. He still didn't like the whole religious thing. Even if he knew angel and god and all that crap was real it wasn't all folklore cut it out to be. He kept a straight face and raised his fake FBI badge to the woman. She gasped, a look of worry shadowed her face. He smiled trying to comfort her, "You're not in any trouble mam, I just need to ask you a few questions about the murder if you know anything."

The woman sighed relieved, "All I know is that you should be talking to David Broeman."

"Who's that?" Dean asked dumbfounded.

The woman pointed to the entrance of the church, "He's the one who plays the organs. He was there when the murder happened. The poor dear." her voice dropped into sympathy. Her eyes glazed towards the stainles glass steel on the windows, "you can't even begin to realize how many times the police questioned him." Her eyes switched back to Deans and she added, "He claims to have fallen unconscience."

"Thank you mam I'll go question him." Dean flipped his journal shut and waved to the woman.

"Go easy on him would you?" she called.

"Sure thing!" he answered sighing as soon as he turned away from her.

The moment Dean walked into the church the organ piano and bells rang in his ears. It was a beautiful sound like ringing a bell under water and letting the sound travel miles, its beauty never fading. The immediate scent of roses and violets hit his nose along with a faint scent of powders and perfume. He thought he could almost taste wine in the air. He looked down at the red and golden carpet running down a hall of pu's leading up to cross with a fabrication of Jesus sprawled out dead upon it. There was a small bible next to it on a table. He picked it up and scrolled through it. It let out a faint scent of old books.

For a moment only a moment. He regretted ever doubting church. He wished he had gone more often. But it was only for a monet because the moment it crossed his mind the memories poured in of Dad scolding him harshly to never involve himself in something as silly as church. He closed his eyes leaving himself alone with the scents and noises of the bells when everything went silent. Dean looked up suddenly as he heard a voice speaking.

It was high above on the second floor where the organs were set. The man waved, "It looks like one of your first times to a church."

Dean laughed observing the man. He was bald with glasses. Looked above mid 30s and attractive. "I've been to them but not as many as nice as this."

The man called out from above again, "I'm David."

"Isn't that the name of an angel?' Dean asked his lips quivering.

"As I recall." David answered smiling.

Dean realized what he was meant to be doing and shook the ringing from his head. Sliding the fake ID from his pocket he held it out far in front of him. The man squinted.

"FBI?" he asked half surprised.

Dean nodded, "I believe you know what I'm doing here."

The man walked out of sight and a few minutes later appeared at the bottom level with Dean, "What can I do for you?"

Out of anyone he has ever interviewed he felt more of a connection with this man then anyone else. He decided to give him half the truth.

"Look I'm not your normal agency. We deal with strange cases so if there is anything you can tell me that was odd about this murder please share it with me." Dean stated calmly.

The man held eye contact with him for a while as if to earn his trust and he began to slowly, "O-okay."

Dean nodded, "Alright, when did you first see it happen?"

"The murder?" David laughed with a scared tone, "Well I was finishing my organ practice late at night and I was packing up my stuff up there." he pointed to the second level. The man continued, "Then I heard someone screaming and glanced downwards immediately. A woman was running and I saw ...someone chasing her. I passed out in shock. I don't even think the woman realized there was a second floor luckily."

"You passed out?" Dean pressed.

The man stared at Dean for a few moments then sighed, "That's what I told the cops at first because I was so scared they wouldn't believe me. I pray to the lord I could take my words back. So maybe I can do it now."

Dean nodded, "I'm listening."

The man sighed, "This is going to sound crazy-"

Dean laughed patting the nearly crying man on the shoulder, "I am crazy."

The man nodded, "It was an angel. A beautiful ginger angel. And she murdered someone probably someone with sins but it looked cold blood."

Dean's heart froze, 'Ginger?"

The man shook his head, "It was more like strawberry blonde." then he paused, "you believe me?"

"Yes I do." Dean put both hands on the mans shoulders, "You don't worry about a thing. Me and my comrads will handle this."
Just as Dean was walking away the voice stopped him again. He paused.

"As a man of the lord I see it," David started, "You've love someone."

"Too many to count padre'" Dean laughed nervously shaking his leg in sadness and guilt.

David was silent for a moment then added, "May the lord watch over you."

Dean acknowledged him and when he was halfway out of the church he answered,

"Ya...right..."