A soft cloth in his head, and Dean's voice from not far off. Jimmy's brow furrowed, and he opened one eye, concerned that it was the Winchester placing that cool fabric to his head. Instead, it was a much more welcome sight.

"Amelia."

His wife's eyes brightened, and she smiled, That amazing smile. "Jimmy?" As if frightened it was a trick, his name came out in a squeak.

"Hey." He reached up and grabbed the back of her neck, and then reaching up to her head, touching her hair, and pulling her in close. "Hey."

She closed the gap between them, and began to kiss him with an intensity that he was unprepared for at first. Wow. But he quickly caught up. Pulling her close until he felt his arm hit something cold. It was the side of a tub. He blinked a few times, and looked down. He was undressed and sitting in lukewarm water.

With curious eyes he looked up to Amelia. She had closed her eyes and leaned forward to press her face into Jimmy's neck. "Welcome home."

"Thanks, Ames." He kissed her hair, and began trying to sit up a little further. He ached all over, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

"Why do you taste like Kiwi?"

Jimmy licked his lips, and shrugged, "Cas bought them. We share cravings sometimes. What he'd do for some good BBQ is surprising..."

Something in Amelia's eyes became guarded. Now is not the time to be talking about Cas, is it…

Tapping the edge of the tub, Jimmy gave his wife a questioning look. "What—why am I—"

She smiled again, and laughed uncomfortably. "You didn't have…control over certain things… and I certainly wasn't going to leave you like that, or expect Dean to—"

"Yeah. Thanks." Jimmy rubbed a hand over his face. He paused and a small grin pulled at his lips, he turned, and really looked at her. "Hello."

"Hello." She responded, setting the soap on the corner of the rim of the yellowed plastic tub. "Do you need help standing?"

Ever the practical one. Jimmy nodded, and felt every bit his age, plus a few centuries more as he struggled to get up. He instinctively shivered as the air hit his skin, and he hesitantly released Amelia's arm. His knees locked, but he caught himself. "Yeah, I'm good. Okay." He pressed one hand against the wall, and felt it give a little. This house should be condemned.

Amelia didn't offer him the towel, and instead dried his hair herself, as he kept himself propped against the wall. He snuck a kiss of her hand as it brushed his face, and she paused for an instant. He waited for her reaction. She continued drying him off without a word.

After finally setting the towel aside, she helped him slowly out of the tub, and then getting dressed. His hands felt slightly numb, he fumbled the zipper and button on his jeans. She assisted where needed until he was fully dressed in one of his new selections of clothing.

"Castiel's taste in menswear?" She broke the long silence with the question, and gave an annoyed look at him as she finished buttoning the grey shirt.

"No." Jimmy admitted, "The former king of Hell's."

"Oh." She nodded as if that was acceptable, and smoothed his shirt down. "It's drab."

Jimmy shrugged, and leaned against her shoulder when she offered it. "I'll lodge a complaint him next time I see him." He could feel his strength building, but he was too tired to attempt walking by himself.

They entered the living room, and she helped him onto the battered and uncomfortable couch.

With her face so close, he desperately took the time to reacquaint himself with her lips. I never thought I'd feel this again. But he didn't think about it too long, he was too busy trying to make up for missing out for the last five years. Her practicality melted away against the heat of his mouth, and she pressed against him.

"Uh, let's not add a fourth Novak to this mess, okay? Guys, I'm right here. Serious. Hey." Dean's voice brought Jimmy out of the moment, and he turned his head to see the Winchester sitting on the floor at the other end of the room staring at them. He was surrounded by books, and had one open on his lap, he caught eyes with Jimmy and then looked back down at the page he had been reading.

Groaning a little, he pulled completely away from Amelia, and swung his legs over the edge of the battered couch with what strength he had. "Where'd we get all the books?"

"You might have noticed we're not in Pontiac anymore… I sold the house, the car, and maxed out our credit cards. I spent it all on trying to figure out some way to help Claire. We went to Doctors, Psychics, Priests… no one could help. Eventually I bought all these creepy books, and this lovely example of poor architecture—" Amelia motioned to the crumbling house around them "—oh, and bus tickets… back when we thought running would help." Amelia offered a hand to help him up, and Jimmy took it. "But mostly creepy books."

"Got some good stuff here, Mrs. N." Dean motioned to the book he was reading. "You reading Latin?"

"Not many other hobbies I can have, is there?" She said softly, and continued holding Jimmy's hand.

Dean looked up at both of them, a small false smile on his face. "So… uh, where's Cas?"

Jimmy closed his eyes, and found the angel's soul still dormant, at least as far as he could tell. Back to this game. Great. I loved being Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. At least I'm back. I can think, I can talk… it's not agony anymore. And I've got my family. Opening his eyes, things pitched forward a little, and he had to right himself. "He's still asleep. He's okay. I'm okay. I think we're both okay."

"He said you were just a mindless bundle of nukes." Dean's attention was now completely diverted from the book.

Jimmy gave a guilty little smile, and shrugged. "I saw Amelia. It was like everything clicked in my head… or… like, whatever souls think with…and I realized why we couldn't settle again." Jimmy released Amelia's hand and got up from the couch, testing his balance, stretching, and then approaching Dean. "Castiel is frightened. He doesn't know what's going on inside of him most of the time, even with normal things. He knew he couldn't contain me, so he tried to keep me out. I made sure he was out completely cold this time, and viola, I'm back." Jimmy crouched down next to Dean and shrugged. "So, yeah, this is my family. This is my wife. That is my daughter. And I know you care for Cas… but he's—well—he's not the dominant soul in here."

Hostility in Dean's eyes was clear, "And you are?"

"I don't know. I'm just in control at the moment." Jimmy admitted, and the two men sized each other up for a few moments.

"How're you two gonna work this?" Dean obviously was displeased with the fact that Castiel was not running the show, and Jimmy knew it would be hard to keep Dean from seeing him as the villain. The one that takes his friend away.

Jimmy settled down on the floor a little distance from Dean, and picked up a book. He looked to Amelia, and she gave a tired and soft smile.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."