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Dean woke the next morning with a banging headache. He looked over to Sam, dead to the world.

"Cas?" he asked after realising he couldn't see the angel, he was gone. Dean couldn't understand why this bothered him.

After a moment or two he realised there were two aspirins tablets and a glass of water by the bed of both hunters, Dean smiled as he took his pills, thanking his angel in his mind.

Cas had spent everyday for the last two weeks with the boys so it was a little more than unsettling when they hadn't seen Cas all that day, especially considering their case was over and they were moving on. It was three in the afternoon and already over a state over from the motel. How will Cas know where to find them? Dean thought constantly in his head, not seeming to grasp the fact he had a mobile phone and he was a freaking angel, able to take care of himself.

"Just call him." Sam told his brother, Dean shot him a glare that had 'get out my head you bastard' written all over it. "Come on man, you're worried about Cas." Dean shot Sam another now more angry glance before Sam started to defend himself. "Hey I am too, it's strange him not popping up."

"Then you call him."

"It will be weird if I did Dean, you now it would be."

"Fine, at the next stop." They were silent until then, nothing but Dean's music blearing out, within the hour they pulled up at a roadside diner. Sam needed a piss and Dean needed some pie.

As soon as the impala came to a stop the younger hunter darted from the car and into the grubby looking facilities that were on offer. As soon as Sam disappeared behind an old dirty door Dean pulled out his phone and speed dialled the angel. It took a few rings but he eventually picked up.

"Dean."

"Hey Cas, where are you?" Dean sounded slightly more desperate then he wanted.

"That is not of import Dean, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, just letting you know that were on the road again and heading for Wyoming."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Thought you should know, jeez what's got your wings in a knot?"

"My wings are fine Dean." Cas spoke seriously not understanding what Dean meant, which only went to make Dean more angry then Cas' previous comment.

"Fine then, then the next time you wanna stay around me for two weeks then disappear one day, don't think I'll be worried and want to check on you."

"You were worried about me?"

"…No." Dean barked out after a paused and swiftly hung up okay he was fully aware of how much like a child he sounded.

Cas was left looking at his phone with a small smile on his face, it had become much easier to show those little bits of emotion that he didn't used to bother with, they didn't effect anything or meaning anything to anyone else, so he never used to bother with them, but he was wrong they did make a difference. It felt good.

He put the phone back into his pocket and looked back out to the view before him. The angel looked upon the hustle and bustle of busy New York streets. Since he had learnt about heavens corruption and then being cut of from it, Cas was feeling less and less like an angel. So he decided to be one, well a good samaritan anyway at least for a while.

He was helping at a homeless shelter a rough down town one, where the most help was needed. Castiel angel of the lord wanted to give those without hope a reason to have it, let them believe in the goodness of people for change, let them see what people can be instead of what they seem to be. He missed that, he remembered what it was like to help people. At least he thought he was helping people, orders were orders and he believed in them, were they for the good of mankind or just to serve those at the top, Cas didn't know anymore and it hurt his head to think, everything did. None more so than his nightly routine, especially last night's, he never went onto the bed before, he could almost hear Dean's heartbeat it was soothing, terrifyingly so.

This helps put his mind at rest his let him forget for while, forget about Dean fucking Winchester, not that he wanted to ever forget how he felt.

Dean hung up just as Sam got back into the car.

"You phone him?"

"Yep."

"He alright?"

"Yep."

"Good." Sam answered eyeing his brother suspiciously as he started to pull out of the car park to continue the drive. "Don't you want pie?" Sam asked when it came apparent he was empty handed, Sam expected Dean to come to a stop and hurry to the diner what he did wasn't expected.

"Not hungry anymore Sammy." He told him with a tone that made Sam just leave it at that and not ask. All Sam could think was that it was either one hell of a convocation or one hell of a fight, judging by Dean's tense jaw and concentration on the road Sam's money was on a fight.

Dean pumped the music up in the car in an attempt to cover up and drown the awkward silence that had fallen between the brothers.

A few painful fake sleep hours later Sam and Dean were checked into yet another crappy motel, dressed like 7th graders going to their first school dance, fake ids in their pockets and guns in their waistbands and they were back out the door again.

Another few hours later they were back in the motel, Sam was sifting through the information they had gathered that day, trying to make sense of it all and Dean was cleaning his gun.

Sam had thought that Cas had been acting a little strange lately, if anyone could answer his concerns correctly it was Dean, so he decided to ask him, though would probably just get a scowl from his brother. Just as he opened his mouth in flew the angel in question, eyes already stirnly connectedd with Dean's.

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