Dean had driven them straight through the night until they reached the outskirts of a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere, the sign declaring they were 'Home of the worlds greatest Apple Pie', and what kind of man was Dean Winchester if he didn't take that as a challenge? He had first come across this place four years ago with Sam on a good old fashioned Salt 'n' Burn case, a local place called the 'Cumon Inn' had some pretty funky disturbances and people were getting hurt. The owner was a really lovely old couple, Mr and Mrs Collins, who had absolutely no problem in accepting everything Sam and Dean had to tell them and opened their doors willingly to the Hunter pair - Which took Dean a long time to adjust to, he was not used to the open hospitality from the people he saved, it was usually a struggle to make them understand and then resentment because they didn't want to believe. After the Hunt was done the couple insisted that the Brothers stay the week at no cost, enjoy some home comforts and rest, which turned out to be the best week they had ever had in their lives.

Now he wanted to share the place with Castiel, and hopefully spring his little surprise on the Angel. He knew if anyone could help him make it special it would be Mrs. Collins, and he couldn't wait to enlist the help of the Inns Matriarch. Dean smiled and glanced down at his duffle bag where the box was hidden, hoping that everything went according to plan and Cas didn't freak out and smite him or something.

When they arrived outside the old Townhouse structure that Dean remembered so fondly he looked over to the passenger seat where Castiel was curled up against the door with Deans jacket draped over him as a blanket. The Angel had insisted for four hours that he was not sleepy but Dean had watched him from the corner of his eyes as his head began to droop and bob, then weave from side to side before he drifted off to the side and fell asleep against his window. The Hunter had pulled the car over and gently rearranged Cas until he was lying in a more comfortable position with Deans Jacket as a blanket and his shirt as a pillow, leaving Dean driving all night in only his T-shirt but he didn't care…so long as Cas wasn't uncomfortable. He would have insisted the Angel take the backseat so he could stretch out a little more but he didn't want to wake him - Cas would have only complained that he was not sleeping and spent another four hours trying to prove it and besides that Dean thought he looked damn cute when he was asleep.

Dean checked the time on his phone and found it to be a little after 5AM, so he started preparing to hunker down in the car for the remainder of the night, not wanting to wake the Collins so early just for themselves…but a sharp knocking on the window brought him back up with a start, and the smiling face of Mrs. Collins warmed the chilly Hunter from the inside out.

"Well, look who it is. Dean Winchester!" She called through the Window, but she quietened quickly enough when he waved his hands frantically and made shushing gestures, pointing towards Cas curled up on the passenger side. The older woman put her hands over her mouth and giggled a little - a sound that always made her seem much younger than she was - and she mouthed an apology before pointing towards the house and then to Dean, indicting he was to come up now for which he was secretly grateful. He loved his Baby and he had spent many a night in her when he was younger but he was older now, with an older mans back and he had gotten a little too used to his memory foam mattress.

He decided he would take the bags up first and then he would retrieve the snoozing Angel from the car, that way he could carry Cas up the stairs and put him to bed right away, hopefully the Angel wouldn't wake until later and Dean could have his surprise all ready for him. Dean took the bags from the trunk and the back seat, plus the one from the foot well on Cas' side and struggled all the way up to the front entryway where he was met by Mr. Collins wearing only a House Coat and a grin. The older man pulled the bags from Deans arms and threw them down before pulling him into a tight hug the cut off his air - the ex military man was a lot stronger than he looked.

"Dean freakin' Winchester! How are you, m'boy? Its good to see you, Son! Where's that big Brother of yours, he still growing?" Mr. Collins joked and Dean had to smile, opening his mouth to answer but being cut off by the return of a smiling Mrs. Collins, who was carrying a tray of Tea and Coffee.

"Now, Jim! You put that boy down and let him settle a moment. His Brother is out in the car, asleep, poor Dears you must have been travelling all night." She said with concern before her expression darkened and she lifted a tea spoon to point at him. "Now don't you be telling me you drove all this way in the dark with no sleep, boy?" She asked sternly and Dean jumped in quickly to reassure her before she made use of that spoon.

"No Ma'am, my partner drove some of the way." Dean said and Mrs. C looked intrigued.

"Ohhh a new boy? A friend of yours?" She asked, almost bouncing on her heels at the thought of another young man to help around the building when she noticed just how red in the face Dean had become and her smile turned more devious. Mrs. C nudged her husband and he looked up, also grinning at the red faced man.

"Oh, so not just a friend then? Don't tell me there was a man out there actually managed to wrangle you in, boy?" Mr. C asked with a grin and when Dean shuffled his feet and looked away with a smile the older man whooped and Mrs. C groaned.

"That's it, Rosie, you owe me! Pay up!" Mr. C laughed as his wife snatched her purse out of the drawer from the unit in the hallway. She sent a glare in Deans direction but it was playful and the Hunter watched in shock as these two young at heart owners bickered back and forth.

"I never should have taken that bet, foolish old mare!" Mrs. C muttered to herself as her smug husband took her money, sending a wink in Deans direction. "And you!" She rounded on Dean who took a step back "What you standing around for, go get him and get him in here! I need to meet the man who cost me $50" Dean back paddled out of the Inn's entryway fast, laughing at the couple who always made him feel so welcomed, and he made his way towards the car with a light heart and a clear head.

But when he reached the car, everything went wrong…

The door was open…

The last bag that contained Cas' clothes was torn open and the contents littered the ground…

And Castiel was gone…

"Cas!" Dean called, running around the car in hopes that maybe he was hiding, or somewhere on the ground out of sight. "Cas?!" He screamed as he took off into the road, staring in every direction along the blank and empty street.

"CASTIEL?!"