The sky is currently dark. This is making my human self very tired. I wonder how Dean and Sam aren't as tired as I. Maybe it's their tasks. Sam is on his computer; Dean is driving and drinking a beer. I believe that that is illegal, but I already informed Dean and said that it's fine.

"How much longer until we get to New York?" Dean asked.

"Eight more hours," Sam replied.

"Are there any cheap motels nearby?" Dean asked

"Eight miles from here," Sam replied. He started to type on his computer again.

Perhaps Dean and Sam are tired after all.

"Hey Cass, are you okay? You haven't talked in a while." Dean said

"Yes, I'm fine," I reply. I wonder how Deadpool could teleport and survive being shot. Perhaps he is an angle as well, but how is he not fallen? Charlie did call him a comic book character. I wonder if that's relevant.

"Make a left and the motel will be on the right" Sam said.

Dean obeyed his brother's commands.

Hours of sleep have passed. I was on the floor, Dean and Sam shared a bed. Only one-bed rooms were left. Noises from outside woke me up.

"Aww. They're sleeping!" The voice from outside said. It was recognizable as Deadpool's. I shall question him.

I open the door and Deadpool kisses me, his lips were jagged and sour tasting. After pulling his mask back down, he says "I knew you loved me!"

I did not understand. "I don't love you, I was going to interrogate you when you kissed me."

"I'll only be interrogated if you draw me like one of your French girls Jack!"

Seeing Sam stir in his sleep I close the door to the motel room. "I'm not French, I'm Castiel, an angel of the Lord. I am curious if you are too."

Deadpool laughed. "Oh Pornlover, picture me more as God. Or the worst thing ever. Your pick."

I stare at him. I doubt that he is God or the Darkness. The Darkness is a myth anyways. Deadpool must be lying.

"Why are you immune to Dean's bullets?"

"Because I'm a mutant, and don't listen to the stupid X-men if they tell you otherwise."

"What is an X-man?"

"Wow, you ask a lot of questions! Let's run away together!" Deadpool exclaimed.

"I can't leave Sam and Dean," I reply.

"Fine, but I'll be stalking you Pornlover," Deadpool said as he patted Cas's head. He then teleported away. He appeared about ten feet where he was originally standing. He likely can't teleport very far. Deadpool is probably not an angel.

I twisted the knob of the motel door, but it wouldn't turn. Should I knock? No, it would just wake the Winchesters. I should try twisting it again.

"Cass?" Dean yelled from inside the room. His call of distress towards me made me awake once more.

"Dean, the door won't open," I yell through said door.

The door opened. "What the hell are you doing outside?" He looked upset with me.

"Deadpool came back so I came out to question him. He isn't an angel."

"Cass, if humans stay out in the cold, we get sick."

"Human illnesses don't affect Angels, even if they lose their grace."

3rd person POV

"Human illnesses don't affect Angels, even if they lose their grace." Castiel's voice came out of an iPod looking thing. A person holding it put the mute on.

"You know, I've never made a deal like this." The person said.

"I have. It's not my first deal with a demon. One time I had to make Ironman drunk because of a deal. Good times." Deadpool said.

"I've made deals before, you idiot. I've never done a deal where I have to give up something. So you want money, right?" the demon asked.

"Yeah, a f #$ ton of money. You can stalk the Winchesters now, so pay up."

"Fine." The demon said and snapped her fingers. They were surrounded by bags of money.

"This was so worth the kiss!" Deadpool exclaimed, cuddling with his money.

"Please don't remind me we kissed. You're the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life. Kissing you was literally worse than Hell."

"I love you too," Deadpool replied.

"Just take your money and leave me alone forever."

"Deadpool makes no promises, " He said, speaking in the third person.

"What? Why did you say your own name?" the demon asked

"Well, this fanfiction was in the first person, but now it's in third, so Deadpool thought it fitting to be in the third person too." He said.

"I hope you're happy; your answer made me contemplate suicide. Leave before I kill you and burn your money with your corps."

"K. Call ya later," Deadpool said as he walked out. He carried all the money in a pyramid shape in his arms.

"At least that idiot gets the job done," the demon said and unmuted the iPod.