A/N: Here is the next chapter! Not really to fond of this chapter but I wanted to get it up.

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Dean walked out of the restaurant and made his way back towards the Impala. Dean and Natalie took off right after Sam left but the ride had been nothing but silence. Natalie didn't want to talk about it and neither did Dean, but there was a tension that both of them could sense. And neither of them wanted to address it. Dean was never someone who would just openly talk about how he felt about a certain situation and Natalie didn't feel like it was her place to even bring it up. This was between Sam and Dean, how she felt and what she thought didn't matter or at least that is what she thought. Regardless, of how they both felt, Dean and Natalie knew that they couldn't avoid the subject forever.

Dean set down the bag of food on the hood of the Impala and looked into the car through the windshield. Natalie was passed out in the front seat, her head leaning against the passenger window. He walked over to the passenger door and knocked on the window. "Nad?" Dean asked. Natalie didn't respond, Dean knocked on the window again, this time with a lot more vigor. Natalie awoke with a small jump and looked up at Dean through the window. "Come on. You need to eat." Dean said before walking back to the front of the Impala and sitting on the hood.

Natalie blinked several times, trying to rid of the heaviness in them. She slowly sat up only to be washed over by a throbbing, dizziness caused by her horrible headache. Her hand pressed against her temple and she reached over to the handle and opened the door.

The creaking of the door caused her to cringe and the headache turned into a deep, slow throbbing pain. Natalie hissed and pushed herself out of the car and onto her feet. She closed the door only to regret it as it aggravated her headache even more. Natalie groaned in frustration and pain before making her way over to Dean.

Dean was watching Natalie the whole time and began to grow concern for her behavior. Natalie sat down next to him on the hood and he handed her a sandwich which she took hesitantly. Natalie took the wrapping off of the sandwich and tried to take a bite but was soon overwhelmed by a fit of yawning.

Dean gazed at her curiously and his brows furrowed, "Are you alright, Nad? You are acting like you haven't slept in months."

Natalie got through her last yawn and slumped in her posture. "Y-yeah...I-I don't know what's up. I guess I just you know...and the...sleep." Natalie mumbled out before taking a bite out of her sandwich.

"That...that made absolutely no sense Nad." Dean said genuinely confused.

Natalie gazed off with a dazed look on her face. She looked over at Dean, seeing the expression on his face, "Hmmm?"

Dean huffed, "Alright, something is wrong. Are you feeling alright?" Dean asked, raising his hand to feel her forehead.

Natalie groaned and pulled away before he could, "I am fine...don't worry about it." Dean frowned and eyed her skeptically but reluctantly dropped the subject for now.

The two commenced into eating their food and sitting in silence. The family tension that they felt back in the car was beginning to creep back in and for some reason this time a little more unbearable. They had held it off as long as they could but Sam leaving was nagging at both of their minds. It was something they thought about every second and not talking about it allowed it to build up more.

Dean looked over at Natalie, thinking about how all of this was effecting her. She was just like him, in the sense that they don't let people see what they are really feeling or thinking. Though he could see that her shield was slowly beginning to crack.

Dean cleared his throat, "You know I am surprised."

Natalie looked at him, puzzled at his remark, "Surprised about what?"

"That you haven't chewed me out about...Sam." Dean finished with hesitation. Natalie sighed and closed her eyes, now it was all out in the open. It was time for both of them to finally at least try and talk about this. "I mean I know you didn't want Sam to go. And I know that there is a lot you would want to say about it." Dean added.

Natalie shrugged, "I never said anything because it's not my place. Yeah, I didn't want him to go. But, how I feel about it, it doesn't matter. This is about you and Sam."

Dean let out a laugh, "That I disagree with." Natalie looked over at him with a puzzled look. "You know Nad, you really have become like family. So whatever goes on between Sam and I...it effects you as well."

Natalie silently nodded not really knowing what to say. "The more I think about it the more I think it was a bad idea to go to you that day...when I told you about Sam and his problem. I should have just left you out of it so that you wouldn't have to worry about any of this."

Natalie gave Dean a sympathetic look. She was touched that he was concerned about how she felt but he didn't have to worry about her.

Natalie gently nudge Dean with her elbow, offering him a smile when he looked at her. "I am glad you told me. Because if I had to find out all of this on my own...and you keeping it from me. I probably would have been pissed off." Dean smiled and Natalie could see some of the stress relieve from his shoulders and eyes.

"I just want to make sure that everything turns out right...that means you and Sam making up. It will happen Dean. Even though you may feel skeptical about it...it will happen." Natalie added taking another bite from her sandwich.

Dean raised his brows with a skeptical look on his face, "We'll see Nad."

Natalie sighed in defeat and decided not to push the subject any more and rested her head against his shoulder. Dean peered down at her, a smile growing on his lips. He let out a heavy sigh, and gently rested his cheek on the top of her head.

Natalie took in a breath but soon her head began to throb again, reminding her that she still had to deal with this. Her eyes closed and she tried to breathe through the pain. Hope this headache goes away soon.

Dean walked out of the bathroom only half ready to go out on the job he had found. He looked over at the spare bed and saw Natalie stretched out, no sign of being even half awake. "Nad...come on, time to get up." Dean said. Natalie remained in her position, clearly showing that she didn't hear him.

Dean fixed his jacket and walked over to her bed. "Nad, come on get up you can't sleep all day." Natalie waved her hand at him and pulled the pillow over her head.

Dean sighed with annoyance and he grabbed the pillow, yanking it away from her head. Natalie groaned in protest, "Let's go Nad. Need to get this job done."

Her head was swooning and the deep throbbing began to resurface, but this time it felt much worse. Natalie tried getting out of bed but the slightest move only aggravated the headache even more. "Dean...I can't...I can't go." Natalie managed to say.

Dean walked back over to Natalie, thinking she was just being lazy, but he pressed his hand against her forehead and his eyes widened. "No wonder...you're burning up Nad." He walked into the bathroom, taking a rag and ran it under cold water. Dean wringed the cloth and walked back over to the bed, holding it against her forehead. "You should have said something."

Natalie waved him off, not wanting to hear that he was right. She took the rag from Dean and began to wipe her entire face, getting some relief from the cold water. "Go and...get the job done." Natalie mumbled.

Dean shook his head, "Maybe I should just-"

Natalie gently hit his arm and motioned for him to go. When Dean continued to sit in his spot, Natalie huffed in frustration and pointed towards the door. "Go. I'll be fine."

Dean sighed and stood up, making his way towards the door. His hand reached out for the door knob before he turned back, "Call me if you need anything...or if it gets worse." Natalie nodded and waved for him to leave.

Dean nodded his head with a slight roll of his eyes, "Alright, alright I'm going." he said before walking out the door.

Natalie settled against the pillows and draped the rag over her face. The aches were beginning to diminish but not enough to give her any kind of satisfying relief. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

The phone on the nightstand began to go off causing Natalie to sit up in bed. The rag fell from her face, into her lap, and she looked around the room. She had no idea that she had fallen asleep, but didn't know for how long. Her eyes averted to the nightstand and she picked up her phone

She pressed the phone up to her ear, "Hello?" Natalie rubbed her face, her face was still burning and she felt more miserable than before.

"Nad?" Sam asked. "Are you alright? You sound a bit...sick." There was a small hesitation towards the end of his sentence.

"Uhm, well-" Natalie let out a laugh. "..yeah I'm sick. It's not that big of a deal." Natalie assured. Sam hummed in response and the line was filled with silence. Natalie swung her legs to the side of the bed, "So, uh, how are you doing Sam?"

"I'm doing good. Better than I thought actually." Sam said. "How have the two of you been?-besides being sick."

"We've been...fine I guess. We never really talked about what happened but, were good." Natalie said.

"I am glad to hear it. So where is Dean?" Sam asked.

"He found some job up here in Pennsylvania. I don't what it is but he is out there figuring it all out." Natalie said.

"And how have you been holding up, Nad? I mean with you, dealing with all of...this."

Natalie let out a heavy breath and rubbed her forehead. "I think you already know exactly how I feel about it, Sam."

Sam sighed heavily, the connection filling with a deep silence. "I know. But, this is how it needs to be."

Natalie scoffed softly, "Not to sound like a jerk Sam, but I don't feel like it's doing any good."

"It may not seem like it. And I know you are pissed about all of this, but, just hang in there. Things will get better this way." Natalie nodded sadly, sensing the false hope that was in Sam's voice. She began to hear a small commotion from the other end of the phone line. "Hey Nad, I need to go. I'll talk to you soon. Get better, okay?."

"I will Sam. Take care of yourself." Natalie said.

"I will. Don't worry. Bye Nad." Sam said and soon the line went silent.

Natalie sat there with the phone up to her ear when suddenly Dean came walking through the motel door with a bag in his hand. "Who are you talking to Nad?" Dean asked.

Natalie took the phone away from her ear and set it down on the nightstand. "Oh it was just...Sam."

Dean gave her a look and she began to worry that Dean might go off. "What did he say?" Dean said, setting the bag down on the table near the window.

Natalie eyed him curiously and sighed, "Uhm, just wanted to know how we were." Dean nodded, not saying anything in return. "He is doing good as well. Better than he ever thought." Natalie added. Dean didn't say anything causing Natalie to sigh in defeat. She moved back into the bed and leaned up against the headboard.

"Glad to hear he is alright." Dean finally said. He brought the bag over to the bedside and sat down next to Natalie. "I got you some stuff to help with your...little fever." He began to pull out the medicine and placed them on the nightstand.

"How did the job go?" Natalie asked.

Dean shrugged, "Fine. Nothing to special, just the same old same old. But enough of that take these..." Dean motioned to the medicines on the table. "And they will help with your fever and headaches. Alright?"

Natalie rolled her eyes and reached for one of them, "Alright Dad."

Dean smirked and got up, making his way towards the bathroom. Natalie reached over, taking hold of the liquid medicine and began to measure out the amount in a small cup. She took a deep breath before gulping down the vile contents.

"God. Don't do that." Dean said. Natalie turned and saw Castiel standing behind Dean and she had to admit she was a little startled to see Castiel just standing there. "Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space?" Natalie could hear Dean say.

"My apologies." Castiel takes a step back allowing Dean to walk back into the room.

"How'd you know where I was? Thought I was flying below the angel radar" Dean asked.

Castiel glanced over at Natalie, "You are...but she isn't. I knew she would be with you so I tracked her."

Dean looked over at Natalie and nodded his head, "Yeah we are going to have to fix that."

Natalie's eyes grew wide and gave Dean a wary look. "But, that will have to be later."

Castiel nodded and looked around the room realizing that someone was missing, "Where's Sam?"

Natalie's gaze fell and Dean threw his jacket on his bed, not giving Castiel even a glance. "We are taking separate vacations at the moment." Dean turned to Castiel, "So did you find God yet? More importantly, can I get my damn necklace back, please?"

"No I haven't found him. That's why I'm here. I need your help." Castiel said.

Dean raised his brows in surprise, "With what? God hunt? Not interested."

"It's not God. It's someone else." Castiel said.

"Who?" Dean and Natalie asked in unison.

Castiel gave them both a look, "Archangel. The one who killed me."

Dean gave a confused look, "Excuse me?"

"His name is Raphael." Castiel offered.

"You were wasted by a teenage mutant ninja angel?" Dean asked with a little amusement in his voice. Natalie smirked at his remark but she quickly wiped it away.

"I've heard whispers that he's walking the earth. This is a rare opportunity." Castiel said.

"For what? Revenge?" Castiel gave Dean a look, thinking that he was crazy for even suggesting it. "Information."

Dean walked over to the sink and picks up his knife and a washcloth and began to clean it. "So, what, you think you can find this dude and he's just gonna spill God's address?"

Castiel walks closer to Dean, "Yes, because we are gonna trap him and interrogate him."

Dean paused and his eyes slightly narrowed, "You're serious about this." Castiel gave him a small nod, showing that he was determined to find Raphael and to get answers from him.

"So, what, I'm Themla and you're Louise and we're just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?" Castiel stares at Dean with a confused look.

Dean glances over at Natalie, who was trying hard not to laugh at Dean's remark. "Okay, Cas, give me one good reason why I should do this."

"Because you're Michael's vessel and no angel will dare harm you." Castiel affirmed.

Dean pretended to look offended, "Oh, so I'm your bullet shield."

Castiel sighed, "I need your help because you are the only one who'll help me. Please."

Dean began to consider this and finally sighs in defeat, "Alright fine. Where is he?"

"Maine." Castiel said, turning to towards Natalie and motioning for her to get up. :Natalie hurry up let's go." Castiel said.

Natalie stared at Castiel with wide eyes and Dean began to shake his head, "Whoa, whoa. No she isn't going because she is not feeling well."

Natalie threw the covers from her body, "No, no, I'm going." She said as she grabbed her jacket.

Dean gave Natalie a look, "Nad, I think you should stay here-"

"Like hell I'm going to stay here. Let's go." Natalie walked over to Castiel and stood next to Dean.

Castiel nodded towards them and raised his fingers to touch their foreheads. But, Dean leaned away causing Natalie to look at him. "Whoa. Last time you zapped me someplace I didn't poop for a week." Natalie's gaze fell and she tried to keep the smirk off her face.

Dean saw this and nudge her in the side, picking up his coat and pulling out his car keys he then turned to Castiel. "We're driving."

Finally got this chapter up! This was pretty much kind of a filler, but the next chapter shall be up soon! Don't forget to review! Xx