Castiel needed to speak to Azrael but he feared that he did not know what to say that would help the young angel. Azrael's heart was broken and Castiel did not think he was the one that could help mend it.

"Get a hold of yourself," Helez slapped him upside the head. Castiel missed his once bashful brother, now Helez filled a room like his vessel had filled a room. Voice booming, thoughts open to all. "Castiel," Helez still had the quiet, calm force, "get a hol--"

"I do, thank you for your concern." Castiel gently stepped away from Helez's presense.

"I am sorry," Helez offered after they stood in silence for some time.

Castiel gazed over Heaven, "it was time," he said quietly. He wished the he had blood-warm arms, with a sense of solidity that he could wrap around himself. "Watching from here, as time moves rapid.. Michael was right. It was doing more harm than good. I-we did not need that." Castiel thought of his brother that had changed so drastically, so quickly.

"If you ever--"

"Thank you Helez, I will always keep you in mind." With a nod he took his leave. Castiel needed to speak to Azrael and help the young angel to understand that in time he would be with his Sam again.

He found Azrael far away from any other, alone and separated, holding himself tightly. As soon as Castiel touched down next to him he had his arms full of sobbing angel, he held him tightly gently smoothing his hand over his head, down Azrael's back; he whispered every comforting word he'd ever heard Mary Winchester whisper to her sons. For long moments that streched on and on they stood there embracing and Castiel allowed Azrael's tears to run there coarse before anything was said.

Finally Azrael spoke voice rough from the shuddering sobs, "I'll never see him again."

"That is not true Azrael." Castiel said softly keeping his firm hold on his brother, "we may not look down on them but one day they will join us in--"

"I do not want to see Sam in Heaven," Azrael ripped himself from Castiel's arms. The older angel had no idea what to say, he couldn't comprehend Azrael not wanting Sam in Heaven. "How could you want Dean to die?"

"I-I don't," Castiel tried to find the words to help Azrael understand, "but one day--"

"One day! There are not days in Heaven Castiel. Two months! That is all the time that has passed on Earth, and already.. already." Azrael trailed off, the sound of tears in his voice, eyes shining. Castiel understood. Already it felt as if there had never been a war on Earth ragging. And he had thought that time on Earth had felt endless. "What if Dean was here, right now. Would you not feel guilt that you were unable to help him, keep him alive?"

The vicious, selfish thoughts that had been plaguing Castiel for.. eternity, ripped their way to the forefront of his mind and as the horrified look settled on Azrael's features he knew that he had failed in hiding it. "I want him here with me." Castiel wanted eternity with his Dean.

Azrael growled, "you are a selfish bastard." He took off before Castiel could say another word.

Castiel could not do this, Azrael was angry and full of hate and he needed someone capable of handling those emotions. Castiel was too full of his own anger and hate. No, his young brother needed someone else. He'd find Raphael, the archangel knew what to say, how to say it. Raphael would be able to help, and Castiel trusted him with Azrael.

His house guest weren't speaking and Bobby figured that it was a good thing. When on the very rare chance that they ended up in the same room with each other they wouldn't speak, look at, or even acknowledge the other. The one time they had spoken had been the morning after Eddy had shown up and saying it was hostile would be an understatement. Since then Josh had made it a point to get up even earlier than he was before and be out of the house before Eddy even came out of her room. It wouldn't have irked Bobby too much but neither of them were responding to his inquiries on the matter. He'd asked them several times if there was something wrong and even though he'd been use to the fact that Josh didn't like talking about his time as a vessel this was getting strange. Josh didn't want to talk about anything, not being a vessel or his obvious disdain towards Eddy, he didn't even want to talk about work being done to the house. The kid had completely shut down. He wasn't too worried about Eddy's obvious avoidance, she didn't know Bobby, he didn't expect her to confide in him. He'd given the young woman an auto just like he had done with Josh but she never used it. She would eat her breakfast in silence after a polite hello and then she'd asked which way Josh had disappeared, except she always said, "which way did he go?" Then Eddy would go in the opposite direction.

The familiar stomping on the bottom step signaled Josh's return and for once it was Bobby who couldn't believe it was lunch time already. These damn kids were causing him to brood and that was not good. As Josh came into the kitchen and started looking in the fridge he felt less and less guilty about his low blow of enlisting Dean's help, the kid hadn't needed reminding to eat in almost a week. There were one or two days here and there that Josh would get so caught up in what he was working on that day that it would be nearing dark before he'd come to eat dinner. Bobby was also trying to show some restraint and not mother-hen as much.

"How's it going out there?" he got a grunt for his troubles. "Alright," he hadn't meant to slam his down on the table but if Josh's sudden jump and him dropping the plate of chicken he'd taken out of the fridge said anything, it'd been a pretty hard smack.

"I'm sorry," Josh mumbled and he scrambled to pick up the ruined chicken.

"No," Bobby helped him and then took the plate to throw out the food, "I'm sorry. Jeez Kid, I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't, I mean.." Josh looked away and sighed before falling down into on of the chairs.

Bobby sat too, "just talk to me Kid."

"Every time-" he started but stopped and didn't continue until he'd taken several deep breathes. "Every time I look at her I can feel the demon pouring out of her, I try not to feel the hate that boils inside me but.. but I can't make it stop."

This wasn't what Bobby had been expecting. "Have you tried talking to Eddy?"

Josh scoffed and gave Bobby a glare, "of course not. You saw what happen the first and last time we spoke."

Bobby counted to ten, the damn kid was in his thirties, avoiding a problem like middle school drama was ridiculous. "You should talk to her. Maybe you two can work these problems out. I'm sure neither of you want to hate the other, especially if both of you plan on living here." Josh shrugged his shoulders and this time Bobby checked himself not to overreact and try and destroy the old table. "Kid, talk to her."

"Yes, yes. I heard you," Josh stood up and left the kitchen. Bobby growled under his breath, damn kids were going to be the death of him.

I know that for the chapters that I usually deliver you that this is short and disappointing (well that might just be me, I'm disappointed in it) but I've spent the day re-working the outline, since that one I had had pretty much been thrown to the side since Chapter one. Now I have a much better outline that is on track as far as where I want this story to go and now includes Eddy, who wasn't in the original planning, she sort of popped up out of no where.

No fear the next several chapters will be action packed and revealing.. hehe, I think we know what will be revealed... hm, re-read that, you all might be thinking Cas/Dean reunion, not what I mean! :) So I hope to have the next chapter up soon.