A/N: I had to fine tune this chapter. Still don't like it. Too soft, but it needed to be done. Hope you like it. D

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The pain was the first thing he felt. He slowly opened his eyes. Castiel looked at the discolored ceiling before him. Soft footsteps approached his supine position. Cas rolled his head to the side to see a cup extended in his direction.

Dean held one cup for himself and one for Cas. "I think you could use this."

"It's not the foul stuff you gave me last night, is it?" Cas replied as he moved around to be sitting on the couch now.

"No. But Bobby's coffee can have a foul smell to it though." Dean said with a smile.

"I heard that, boy." Bobby called from the kitchen.

Dean moved to the side of Cas and sit down next to him. Both just sit there sipping their coffee. It was Dean who broke the silence first. "Why did you do it, Cas?" The words finally came off his lips.

Cas lowered his cup before turning to face Dean. "You are my friend, Dean. I would die for you."

Dean turned toward the face of the now man who has meant so much to him. The same man who went into hell and pulled him from its fiery pits. The same man who turned his back on his own kind to help him in his fight. This individual who now gave up everything to once again save his sorry ass. All Dean could think was 'I'm not worth it.'

Sam came walking into the room. He slowed his pace when he saw the expressions on Cas and Dean's faces as they stared at each other. The movement at the doorway brought Dean's head up toward his little brother. Sam at first didn't know what to do. He lowered the cell phone in his hand. Finally he said. "I sure Bobby's friend has a hunt for us. I think I found a job."

"I could use one of them." Dean started to stand. "Hell, I could use a beer." Cas mirrored Dean's movements only to have the movement bring on the 'tilt-a-world' feeling. "Easy there, dude." Dean reached out to steady his friend. "Maybe you shouldn't be moving around too much."

Cas didn't realized his face was mirroring that of a child when he looked at Dean. "I stay with you." He said faintly.

"We were talking about that." Dean started to say. He just couldn't say the words.

Sam sensed his brother's discomfort. "We thought it would be best for you to stay here with Bobby." The three of them were now moving toward the kitchen, setting Cas at the table. "Till you're able to take care of yourself better." Sam knew that wasn't what he or Dean wanted to say, but that was how it came out.

Cas looked at the Winchesters then to Bobby who had wheeled over to the table, joining in the conversation. "I'm to babysit you till they get back."

"I can help." Cas' pleading eyes stared at Dean.

Dean settled in next to Cas. "I know you think you can help with the hunt but you no longer have your moojoo." Dean could tell his words were hurting his friend. "Cas. You are new to this human thing and I feel. We feel you need time to get use to being human." Cas looked down at his hand sitting on the table. "Listen, Bobby's friend needs us to take care of this. When we're done, we'll be back here and I'll show you all about hunting." He flashed a smile.

Cas didn't say anything. He only nodded his head. He knew they were right. He knew that he had to learn how to live life as a human now. But he also knew he couldn't lose his friends again.

After breakfast, Sam and Dean were gone. Bobby's friend had called about a haunting and asked for help. Unable to help himself, Bobby sent the boys to take care of it. He knew the boys needed some time together after all the months apart. He wasn't looking forward to babysitting an ex-angel, but in his book, the boys come first.

The trip was going to be a good twelve hours. Sam had noticed Dean was usually quiet. He hadn't even turned on the radio. It was Sam who broke the silence. "What gives, Dean?"

"Huh?" Dean turned his eyes toward Sam.

"You haven't said a word since we left Bobby's." Sam was now turned, facing his brother. "Talk. And none of this 'I'm ok' crap."

Dean rolls his eyes. 'Sam and his touchy-feely crap.' His eyes settled back on the road. He took a deep breath as he could feel his little brother's eyes drilling down on him. Finally he spoke. "I'm not so sure we should have left Cas back with Bobby."

"Dean, we talked about this. Castiel can't start going on hunts till he is trained to hunt. And we wouldn't have taken this job if it wasn't a favor for Bobby." Sam repositioned himself on the bench seat of the Impala. "I know you're worried about him, but Bobby's right. It would be safer for Cas to stay with him than with us."

Dean knew what his brother was saying was true. He crunched his face. He didn't have to like it. "Tell me again where we're going." True Dean matter, change the subject.

Sam shook his head, "An old friend of Bobby owns a bar near the Kentucky/Tennessee border. It has history of being haunting with mild paranormal activity, but recently their Casper the friendly ghost has turned into Freddy Kruger." Dean turns to look oddly at Sam. "What?" Sam questioned the look.

Turning his eyes back to the road. "That sounds like something I would say." Sam rolled his eyes. "So we're going to a haunted bar. I think I'll like this job."

TBC