Castiel grabbed onto Dean to take him down, the take off was still enough to make him want to purge his insides but he managed to keep it together. He was too excited to really fuss that much, he was still scared as hell but tried to push that adrenaline into his joy instead. They touched down near to the others and Dean waved at them enthusiastically.

"Hey guys!"

"Dean, dude, you okay?" Jet was still laughing at him but Dean couldn't care anymore.

"Yeah, yeah, guess what?!" He rushed up to them, stumbling a bit but ultimately keeping his balance. "Cas tried to talk! He actually tried to say my name!"

"Really?" Sam lit up just like Dean had, family trait probably. Jet looked a little more skeptical but that was pretty normal. "What'd he say?"

Dean looked at Cas and gestured wildly with his hands, "C'mon Cas, say Dean."

While he was a little concerned it'd be one of those 'One Froggy Evening' comedy moments, he was relieved when Cas piped in excitedly, "Dee!"

"Almost," Sam smiled, just as proud as Dean was. "Great job, Cas."

"You sure he's trying to say Dean?" Jet questioned, by his tone Dean could tell it was more of a farce than his face let on. "I mean it could be anything that starts like that. Maybe it's deer."

"Maybe it's December, does it matter? He's trying to talk." Dean insisted and finally coaxed a grin out of Jet.

"Yeah, you're right. I don't think he's heard any prominent words that start with 'dee' other than your name."

"Exactly, isn't that awesome?" Dean turned and hugged Cas spontaneously, a little gesture he was already starting to learn from Cas' behaviour. He couldn't exactly explain it if anyone had asked, that feeling of joy he got out of seeing Castiel do well was new to him.

"Exposure and experiencing old things must be getting to him, whatever MacLeod did might be reversible." Sam added thoughtfully, "It kinda makes me want to do some research, actually."

"You're the biggest nerd I know,"

Sam raised an eyebrow Jet's way but didn't really respond more than that. It served its purpose; Dean knew the signs when Jet felt like a bit of an idiot after one of his lines didn't work out. "Anyway," Sam continued, slowly taking his gaze away from Jet's unimpressed expression, "I think I'll pop into the basement for a bit."

"Speaking of, Bobby's coming and I wanted to get his opinion on that whole situation." Dean said as he ruffled Cas' hair. The action of course got the same reaction out of Castiel who enjoyed running his fingers through Dean's hair repeatedly. It was quite the feat for Dean to keep a straight face but he managed it. "I have no idea what his reaction's gonna be."

"My bet is it'll be a long silence before he just says 'okay.'" Jet offered his guess, a smirk on his lips as he watched Castiel's fun. "But even if he freaks out it'll only be for a little bit. My question is what kind of advice you think he's gonna give?"

Dean shook his head, he had no idea but he just needed to share the whole Cas thing with someone. Bobby gave the best advice and Dean really didn't know what to do. He wanted to help Cas, he wanted to get used to the whole new money thing but had no idea what to do with it, he wanted a lot of things that all seemed to come out of nowhere. "That's the point in asking him, maybe he's got something more to say than what we can think of."

"I doubt it, but while we're on the subject of the basement what about those other things down there? Cas was already starving and majority of those things are dead. The ones that are alive look pretty insane." Jet folded his arms over his chest and looked back and forth between the Winchesters with some concern on his face. "While we might find another Cas-type thing down there we could also find some horror movie level shit too."

Both Sam and Dean understood exactly what Jet was getting at. Dean was very aware of the possible horror movie scenarios and that was part of the reason he'd been so cautious of Cas in the first place. Sam, on the other hand, kept to his nerdy guns. "That's another reason I should go and look, research can tell us what we're dealing with."

"Assuming the old douche kept an accurate log of it."

"He was a scientist, or whoever set it up was anyway; they always keep proper logs."

"Whatever," Jet shrugged and walked over to Cas who was squatting next to Dean and plucking grass, "Hey buddy," He reached over and scratched at a wing to get Cas to look up, it worked in a way. Castiel gurgled in surprise and batted Jet playfully; his wing curved around and pushed Jet closer so he could toss the grass at him.

"He doesn't like you enough to say your name," Dean poked a little fun as Jet dusted the dirt off his legs.

"Dee's just easier to say," Jet said as he tried to communicate with Cas through gestures; he pointed toward the sky and nudged the wing again. "Whattaya say tough guy? Think you can give me a ride too?"

"Why would you want to fly?" Dean scrunched up his nose at just the thought of it.

"It'd be awesome to fly, dude. Just 'cause you're terrified of it doesn't mean I can't enjoy it."

"Jet," Sam had put on his warning tone, "Dean's more worried that it's dangerous, maybe-" he didn't get to finish that sentence before Cas caught on to what Jet wanted. He chirped excitedly, eager to get back into the air and grabbed onto Jet. His vertical take off was impressive, a real statement to how strong his wings really were to allow him to do that while also carrying a 6'3" man.

Jet's departing words were pretty hard to catch but Dean was certain it was something along the lines of 'Fuck yeah!'

Castiel soared into the air; Jet hanging off him and Dean felt his stomach roll into knots over the whole thing. He hated flying, he hated planes more but it kind of bled into the entire idea of flight. Castiel didn't have safety precautions or parachutes or anything if Jet fell, maybe Cas would have in mind to catch a falling person but what if he didn't? Dean couldn't imagine Jet crashing into the ground, he didn't want to. It made him feel sick.

"It's okay, Dean." Sam put a hand on his shoulder and gave a light squeeze. Dean appreciated it, though he wasn't sure what to say in return. Sam understood his anxiety about flying, Jet did too but wasn't as likely to let Dean live in his comfort zone.

"I trust Cas," he muttered, unsure if it was to Sam or for his own benefit. The two above were all over the place, Castiel relished in the opportunity to use his wings so much. By the living conditions he had previously it was apparent that he didn't get to stretch them all that often. The result of that reasoning made Dean even more anxious. What if Cas' wings gave out and both of them fell?

"Your breathing got a bit intense there, you okay?" Sam tried to offer a reassuring smile but Dean knew it was just because Sam couldn't guarantee anything would actually be fine.

"I'm good," he did his best to pretend for Sam's sake too, it was habit most of the time but Dean knew Sam didn't really fall for it. "I'll be fine. Let's sit down or something."

"Sure," Sam had no questions about sitting down in the grass with him, Dean focused on the grass for a way to calm himself down. He hadn't felt so anxious about it in a long time, flying wasn't something that came up very often. When Cas had picked him up Dean barely had enough time to understand what had happened or to recognize his own terror. To see his friend go up was a different story. He had all the time in the world to imagine the worst scenario ending.

It was possible Cas could lose strength, or he could hit something, or drop Jet for fun. But falling wasn't the only concern, what if someone saw them? A massive winged being in the sky, it was sure to get attention out their way. Even if not a lot of people were in the area and Cas would be far enough away from just about anyone to be mistaken for a regular bird, Dean could see it going wrong. He'd seen enough movies to know what would happen; the government would come in and take Castiel away. They'd cover up the whole thing and the three of them would be left with no home and only questions.

But what if Cas flew too high and ran out of oxygen? Or crashed into a plane and sent it spiraling down…

"Hey," Sam spoke up after an amount of time Dean wasn't sure of, "Did you want to come downstairs with me? I think I could use some help sorting through the files."

"Yeah," Dean didn't care what they were doing; he wanted to get his mind off of everything else. His limbs felt weak and he tried to keep the irregular breathing to himself, he was pretty sure Sam noticed though. As the brothers got up to leave a gust of wind blew over them and the airborne two dropped down in front of them.

"That was awesome!" Jet's hair was more wild than usual, his eyes bright with excitement. Dean was relieved to see him but his stomach still ached too much for him to enjoy the feeling. "Cas gets some crazy height, man."

"You're an asshole," Sam stated simply and continued walking to the front door, "Come on Dean, let's go."

"What?" Jet swung his arms out, "What'd I do?"

Dean shook his head, "It's fine man, don't worry about it."

Sam wasn't as forgiving, though. Dean saw his hands clench into fists and that little way his shoulders stiffened that offered more insight into his rage than Sam probably knew. "What'd you do?" Sam repeated angrily and turned such an intense glare on Jet that Dean hadn't seen since it was last aimed at him a few years back. "I think you know what you did, Jet."

Jet rolled his eyes and looked at Dean, "Did I really freak you out that badly?"

Dean wasn't sure how to answer but he didn't have to, Sam wasn't willing to let Jet pass the puck like that. "Asking him that isn't fair, you know he'll tell you what you want to hear!"

"You don't know that-"

"It's Dean! It's obvious he'd do that, he always does that!" Sam stormed up to Jet and stopped centimeters from his face, Jet didn't flinch even a little. "Do you have any sympathy at all?"

"I know what this is about but flying with Cas is a completely different thing."

"That's bullshit and you know it,"

Dean put a hand on either of their chests and pushed them back, "Okay, okay, would you guys quit it already? I'm fine, nothing happened, just stop."

Sam's expression was pulled tight in a snarling sort of way that told Dean the fight wasn't over yet. However, to his surprise Sam turned around and walked back to the house in his silent rage. Castiel followed him and took his hand, it stopped Sam in his tracks and he looked at Cas with eased anger. Cas fluttered his wings and made the same motion Jet had toward the sky.

"He wants to take Sam for a ride too," Jet laughed bitterly, he didn't feel the need to predict the outcome out loud because it was fairly obvious that Sam couldn't accept the offer after what just happened. Dean didn't think Sam would, though. It wasn't because it'd be hypocritical or anything, that didn't stop Sam in other areas.

As expected Sam shook his head and Cas was left standing there as he departed into the mansion. Castiel turned around and ran up to Dean again, his expression changed the closer he got and he stopped before making contact. "Dee?" His wings lowered and he inched over with the most worried look Dean had seen on him.

"Hey Cas," he smiled and reached to touch Cas' head but the winged boy rushed in close the moment his arms opened up. Castiel snuggled right into the hug and fitted himself against Dean like the perfect little puzzle piece. "I'm okay," he whispered against Cas' ear as he wrapped his arms around Cas' shoulders.

Jet cursed under his breath and kicked the ground a few times, "Alright, alright, I'm fuckin' sorry, okay? I wasn't trying to freak you out."

"I know," Dean didn't look up from where he'd dropped his head against Cas who hadn't shown any intention of letting go just yet. "I wasn't ready for all of that, it's not your fault."

"Yeah well Sam's not going to see it that way for a while," Jet headed for the door too, Dean heard him curse a bit more in the distance as he disappeared.

"Bit of a rough day," he told Cas who whined softly in return.