Dean closed his eyes and grabbed hold of Sammy gently as Cas placed his fingers on his forehead. He felt the air around him swirl and rush, and it felt like he was flying. Then, with a jolt after what could only have been a second, his feet hit solid ground and he opened his eyes again.

'Cas, where are we?' He looked around; it was a disused garage, and there were rusty cars everywhere.

'I tried to take you somewhere familiar, but I seem to have overreached,' replied the angel.

'Are we safe here?' Dean asked. Sam was clinging onto his arm, and he stroked his brother's hair comfortingly.

'We are safe for now,' Castiel said. 'I shall tell my brother our general location and he will find us.'

'Dean,' said Sam quietly. 'Where's dad?'

'He stayed behind with Gabriel to help him fight, remember?'

'Is he okay?'

'Sure he is,' Dean replied sounding more confident than he felt. 'He always is. Dad's as strong as anything, you know.'

'What do we do now?' asked the five year old.

'We wait,' said Dean simply as he dug through his pocket for something he could use to pick the lock of the nearest car.

'Here,' Cas said, as though he'd known what Dean was doing. He placed his hand on the door and after a second, it opened.

'Thanks, Cas,' Dean smiled as he got into the car. 'Hey Sammy, get in here. It's safer than being out in the open.' He watched his brother crawl in and settle on the back seat beside him before he turned to his friend. 'You too, Cas.'

'I must protect you,' replied Castiel uneasily, not moving from where he stood by the outside of the vehicle.

'You can do that from in here too,' pointed out the older Winchester brother. 'Keep us warm in your wings, or something.' Dean knew that he was just making excuses; he really liked being close to Cas, and being wrapped in the soft, feathery wings made him feel safe. Sam looked at him inquiringly, before making a face of realisation and rolling his eyes. For a five year old, he was pretty expressive when he wanted to be. 'What?' Dean asked.

'Nothing. When will dad be here?'

'I don't know, Sam.' Dean looked towards Cas – completely not on purpose – and noticed the angel had his eyes closed. 'Cas?' he said. 'You okay?'

'I am fine, Dean. My brother said he will be returning with your father momentarily, as soon as he "gets his ass in gear and gathers his stuff".'

'So they're both okay?' Dean asked cautiously. He had learned from experience not to get his hopes up too much, so he wasn't let down.

'As far as I am aware, yes.'

Dean quickly slid out from the car and moved to give his best friend a quick hug, hands bundling in the trench coat he had on. He felt Castiel relax into his touch, and smiled secretly. He pulled back hesitantly, giving Cas a small, hesitant kiss on the cheek before turning away, face warming. 'I, er…' he trailed off, not quite knowing what he wanted to say. 'It's good that they're okay.'

'Yes,' Castiel agreed. 'It is.'

Sam watched the exchange from the back of the car and rolled his eyes before leaning against the upholstery and trying to get comfortable.