Charlie walked out of the bathroom in a pink robe. She sat down on the bed next to Cas and stared at him. He stiffened uncomfortable.
"So tell me. Are you and Dean, like, together?" She asked.
He felt his whole body overrun with heat. He blubbered giberish out of shock and realized he was blushing. That was exactly the answer she wanted because she laid back laughing.
He stared at his hands and after a long moment of silence her laughter softened and stopped. He could suddenly feel pitiful eyes seering into his heart. "So that assholes have your grace then?"
Cas looked at her. Behind all the strangeness this ginger was kind. He nodded, "Y-yes."
"I'm sorry." she said puttng a hand on his right leg.
He shifted, "I uh...I never understood why people were sorry for a sin they never committed."
Charlie laughed, "Its just an expression Cas."
He sighed, "I'll never understand humans."
Charlie tilted her head, "Challenge Accepted." She took his hand pulling him upwards with all her force. She brought him over to her computer where she pulled up two chairs for them to sit in. She scrolled through a blue page labled, tumblr. Gramatically speaking Tumbler was the correct way to spell it but he didn't say anything.
By the end of the night Cas had learned memes and jokes and thought he was understanding the human capacity of humor. He would laugh everytime they would scroll through a funny picture. He thought he had finally understood why they didn't spell tumblr correctly.
They finally made it back to bed. He laid his head down on the pillow. She glared at him and he glanced back, "What?" he asked confused.
"Don't you have pajama's?" Charlie said looking him up and down. He shook his head. He hadn't really thought of the concept of wearing pj's. She got up and unzipped a suitcase. Searching through piles of clothes and equipment she grabbed a light blue striped pajama outfit. A shirt and pants. She threw it at him and he caught it. It felt comfortable the fabric was cotton. He looked up at her, "How do you have mens pajama's."
"There was this guy who gave them to me at a store because they were on sale. I like things on sale. Now go change."
Without arguing he went to the bathroom and quickly slipped on the outfit. It was more comfortable than he thought, and liberating. He walked back out and she smiled, "Perfect." He shrugged climbing back into the bed. She put a book down and shut off the lights. He laid back and before he knew it he was dreaming.
There was a fire. He could see fire...then suddenly he woke up feeling as if he were in it...burning.
Meanwhile Sam and Dean were driving in a search for Ariel. Dean swerved to the right when Sam said to. Finally they neared a building in the middle of the woods. It was remote. A good place to hide.
The exited the car nearing the big wooden house. Sam pushed on the door knocking it down. There he was. Metatron was standing at the far end of the room with a sly smile on his face, "I thought I told you boys never to try and find me again."
"Ya? What are you going to do about it?" Dean sneered pulling out Cas' old angel sword. The smile on Metatron's face didn't weaken. "Where's his grace?" Sam asked.
Suddenly Dean's phone rang and he moaned, "Hold that thought chuckles." He looked at the number. It was Charlie's. He opened it, "Charlie we're kind of in the middle of something."
Dean heard screaming in the background, "C-charlie" he stuttered realizing something was wrong. Sam furrowed his brow. Dean put the phone on speaker. Charlie was crying into it, "Guys somethings wrong with Cas, You guys weren't at your room! He's flailing around in pain. I don't know what to do!"
"Stay there with him." Dean's voice darkened. He hung up even though she screamed for him not to, "You didn't" Dean growled at Metatron.
Metatron laughed, "I did." He snapped his fingers and the red headed bitch angel walked up holding a match over Cas' grace. "You see," he started, "I have the perfect hostage, your pet angel. So this is my way of saying get out of your angel will be dead in 5...4...3.."
Dean and Sam exchanged horrified glances, Metatron continued, "2...1..."
"FINE!" Dean yelled. Ariel immediately blew the match out. Metatron smiled, "It may already be too late. Your angels grace is slowly fading. He was right the glowing blue light in the small container was turning grey. But it wasn't completely grey yet. "I suggest you hurry home," The angel said. Sam was already headed for the door. They brothers didn't say a word to each other on the way back. Dean was the first one out of the car when they reached the hotel. Sam nocked the door down. Dean froze when he saw Charlie holding Cas' on the bed. Cas looked limp and pale. His eyes were half open. "Charlie get a bucket of water." Dean ordered. Sam Checked Cas' pulse. Dean climbed on the bed pumping on his friends chest. He didn't budge, "Don't give up on me Cas!" He cried. Dean squeezed his hand. Sam backed away with worry. He had high feelings he was already gone. Dean felt heat rise to his eyes an water dripped down onto Cas' shirt.
Charlie walked out of the bathroom with the trash can filled with water. She splashed it over him. He still didn't budge. Dean screamed, "CAS! COME ON!"
Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder, "He's gone Dean."
Dean looked up at Sam in sorrow. Sam was teary eyed as well. Charlie was crying in the corner. Sam went over and comforted her.
Dean stared at Cas and shut pulled a hands over his eyes shutting them finally. He stared at his friends limp body. He stood up with blazing eyes and stormed outside. Sam watched and when he heard the car running he jumped outside. The impala was already in the street driving in the direction where Metatron was.
Sam sighed knowing it was useless now. He had no way of following him. He walked back over to the crying Charlie. "H-he started lashing out in the middle of the night. I-I thought he was having a ba dream but It was as if he was on fire. I didn't know what to do! I-I went over to your place and you weren't there so I called but He was already stopping. Wa-was it my fault?" She looked up at Sam with tears rolling down her face.
He shook his head stroking her hair, "Shh...No no it's not." She cried into his shirt and he kept rocking her, "Its okay, Its okay."