Sam let Dean sleep for a few hours and woke him around noon. Sam had read over his notes over and over again before he realized he had written down the monster's location. He let Dean stretch out a bit and rub the sleep from his eyes before telling him. Dean and Sam packed up all of their belongings and headed for the location. Sam coated the golden blades in the dragon's blood as Dean drove. It started to get dark as they arrived at their destination. Sam handed one of the blades to Dean. They slowly made their way into an abandon warehouse. There was a faint light in the distance. As Dean and Sam drew closer they realized there was another body wrapped in silk sheets. They decided to inspect the rest of the building, but found nothing. They now stood next to the body.

"Do you think we should call it in?" Sam asked, looking from the body to Dean.

Before Dean answered they heard something falling over. Dean told Sam to stay with the body and he slowly moved to the source of the noise and found a small child sitting in corner.

"Please, sir." The child pleaded, fear stricken across her face. "Please, don't kill me. It wasn't my fault, sir."

While Sam was waiting anxiously for Dean to return he heard foot steps coming up from behind him. He turned around and was face to face with a young woman. Sam jumped back and held up his blade, ready to lunge if the woman made a move.

"Are you the one that's been killing all the people?" Sam asked, not taking his off the woman. "Who are you?"

"I am Nala." The woman didn't bother looking at Sam. She stood next to the body. "I didn't have a choice. I had to kill them."

"Why did you have to kill them?" Sam could see pain and sorrow on Nala's face. She stayed quiet a few minutes before turning to Sam.

"Normally, we're very careful and don't have to kill anyone." Nala said, hoping Sam would believe her. "Then my daughter had gotten sick, and she needed more blood that what we usually take. I wasn't going to let her die."

Sam then noticed Dean and a small child walking towards him. The child ran past Sam and to her mother. Dean stood next to Sam.

"She the one?" Dean didn't bother asking who she was, he wanted justice for all the people that were killed.

"Yeah, she is." Sam said and turned towards Dean. He knew Dean would want to kill the both of them regardless of their reasons for killing innocent people. "Nala did it to save her daughter, Dean."

It was silent for quite some time, letting Dean think about what he wanted to do. Did he want to risk letting them go and more people be killed, or did he want to end it now?

"Are you going to kill us?" Nala asked, interrupting Dean's thoughts. She held onto her daughter, Willow, as she waited for an answer.

"Dean?" Sam was hoping Dean would let them go. Sam could sense that they were innocent. He didn't want to kill them, but he knew Dean may not think the same.

Dean already knew what Sam had wanted just by looking in his eyes. Dean didn't know if it was the best idea.

"What if they kill again, Sammy?" Dean looked away from Sam before he could do the 'puppy dog' face. Dean turned his vision to Nala and Willow. "Are you willing to take that risk?"

"We won't kill again." Nala said, catching both of the Winchester's attention. "I was scared and I didn't know what else I could do. I am begging you, spare my daughter and myself."

Dean could see fear, hope, and worry hidden in Nala's eyes. Dean continued to contemplate letting them go.

"Sammy, you're responsible if they kill again." Dean said, letting out a deep sigh. He didn't have to see his brother's face to know that he was smiling.

Nala set Willow down while she spoke with Sam. Sam gave her his number in case she would need their help. Dean walked outside, unaware he was being followed. He leaned against baby, waiting for Sam. He couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching him. He looked around, trying to spot someone or something he had missed before. Not finding anything he faced the warehouse. He felt a tugging at the bottom of his shirt and looked down. Willow was standing next to him, still holding onto Dean's shirt.

"Uh, hey kid." Dean was unsure what to do. Willow motioned with her finger for Dean to kneel down to her. Dean knelt down so he was eye level with the small child. Willow took a necklace with a black feather and a silver ring off. She then reached over and put the necklace on Dean, smiling as it settled around his neck. "What's this for?"

Sam and Nala stood about a foot from them, watching Dean and Willow.

"Thank you, sir." Willow said, then kissed Dean's cheek. She walked back over to Nala and Dean stood up.

"I've never seen her take that necklace off." Nala said, looking from Willow to Dean. "She hasn't taken it off since her father died."

"Why'd she give it to me?" Dean asked, confused by the small child's kind act.

"You remind her of her father." Nala smiled and picked up Willow. "She likes you."

Dean and Sam gave Nala and Willow a ride back into town after calling the police about the body. They dropped them off at a bus stopped then went back to the motel. Sam got out of the impala, but Dean stayed in the car.

"Dean, you okay?" Sam asked, leaning down to see his brother through the window.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean smiled slightly at his brother. "I'll be in in a minute."

Sam nodded and went into the motel room, leaving Dean alone in the impala. Dean wasn't alone for along, he could hear the flutter of wings and knew Castiel was beside him.

"Hello, Dean." Castiel said, making sure not to scare Dean. "Something is troubling you."

"Cas, you really need to stay out of my head." Dean chuckled to himself a little. "I'm just thinking about what happened today." Dean didn't notice that he moved his hand up to play with the necklace he was given.

"It's hard to ignore your silent prayers, Dean." Cas said, looking out the window. "Some of your thoughts come to me from time to time." Dean could see worry on Castiel's face, something he didn't see often with the angel.

"Is everything alright with you, Cas?" Dean asked, letting the necklace drop as he turned his attention to the angel next to him. "You look worried about something. Talk to me."

"It's nothing important." Castiel refused to look at Dean. Dean began to think he had done something wrong, unaware that Cas could hear it. "You did nothing wrong, Dean."

"Then tell me what is bothering you." Dean continued to press the matter. For some reason, he didn't like seeing the angel unhappy.

Realizing that he wouldn't be able to win, Castiel sighed before looking at Dean. He became lost in Dean's beautiful green eyes. His eyes wondered down to Dean's lips, wanting to know if Dean's lips felt as soft as they looked.

Dean had noticed the angel staring at different parts of his face, but this time he didn't mind. Dean didn't feel awkward sitting with the angel, as Castiel looked to be undressing Dean with his eyes. Dean was admiring how gorgeous Castiel looked, and noticed Castiel had adverted his gaze back out the window. Dean didn't know how to feel. He was conflicted. Deep down inside him something told him to hold Castiel close, but he felt like that was wrong. Dean had all these thoughts in his head.

"Dean." Castiel turned his gaze to Dean. Dean realized Castiel heard everything he had just thought about. He could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks. He wanted to hide his face, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Cas.

Dean stopped thinking and leaned closer to Castiel. Cas watched Dean, eager to feel Dean's lips against his own. Dean whispered Castiel's name lightly, sending chills down Cas's spine. Dean brushed his lips against Castiel's, then pulled Cas closer to him. It took Cas a few minutes to get the hang of what to do. He deepened the passionate kiss, enjoying Dean's soft lips on his own. Dean pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath.

"Dean?" Castiel looked at Dean shocked. Although, he wasn't sure what actually shocked him, that the Winchester had kissed him or that he had enjoyed it.

"Shh, Cas." Dean wrapped his arms around the angel. Cas rested his head on Dean's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Sam let Dean stay out in the impala to think. Sam sat at the foot of his bed before falling back and looking at the ceiling.

"Gabriel?" Sam closed his eyes, hoping the archangel would hear him. "Please, Gabriel. I need to talk to you."

Sam waited and waited and waited, but Gabriel never showed. When Dean finally came back into the room, Sam sat up. They had agreed to head back to the bunker in the morning, and both settled in their beds for the night. They both drifted to sleep, dreaming of their own angel.

Morning came quicker than Sam had hoped for. He was awake before Dean, so he decided to get breakfast for him and Dean. He picked up the usual food they ate in the mornings, but he also bought a couple of six packs. By time he got back to the motel Dean was awake. Dean raised his eyebrows in question when he seen the sick packs.

"They're for the trip back." Sam said, hoping the answer would be could enough for Dean.

Dean knew Sam hadn't been drinking lately, but let it go. They ate breakfast and prepared to leave. Dean went to check out, leaving Sam to put the bags in the impala. Sam heard the flutter of wings and figured it to be Cas.

"Dean's checking out, Cas." Sam said, putting the bags in the back seat. "You can wait here if you'd like."

"Well, that's nice kid-o." Gabriel watched as Sam quickly turned around to face him. "I'm not here for Dean."

Anger welled up in Sam. He had been prayer to Gabriel, and each time he was a no show. Sam refused to start yelling in a public parking lot.

"You're not here for me either." Sam turned away from Gabriel and was about to get in the impala, but he felt a hand on his shoulder and he was in a whole new place. He looked around then settled his gaze upon Gabriel. "Where the hell are we?"

"My condo in Italy." Gabriel said, sitting in one of his living room chairs. "You wanted to talk, Samsquatch, so let's talk."

"You didn't want to talk to me before when I prayed to you." Sam said, shaking his head. "Why should I talk to you now?"

"I was scared." Gabriel admitted, which caught Sam off guard. "I didn't know what you would think after I kissed you."

Sam thought it over a moment before sitting in a chair next to Gabriel's. Then he remembered Dean and the trip back to the bunker. Gabriel seemed to read his mind and smile at him.

"Don't worry, Samsquatch. I left a note for Dean-o."