Dean felt amazing behind the wheel; there was some kind of freedom flowing through him that he couldn't explain. It felt like one of those times where you'd remember it fondly when you were old. He had the music cranked flying down the road back to the place he'd be calling home sooner or later. He'd picked up a bunch of comfort food, medications and a couple other necessities that had been forgotten along the way.

He could see the mansion from the highway; it was an amazing sight now, knowing that he was the one living there. He questioned himself for that; maybe jealousy had stopped him before? It didn't matter, really. He had some plans to transform it, make it more modern and a little less creepy. The basement still made him anxious and he had no idea what to do about that, but maybe Bobby could help once he arrived.

It wasn't too obvious, he hoped at least, when Cas had flown around before. Anyone driving by might've just thought he was a big bird. Dean was a little worried someone might try to take Cas away, he wasn't sure who or what authority they'd have but he felt it would happen. Again, maybe it was all the movies he'd seen where that happened with unexplainable discoveries. Maybe someone from the government was part of MacLeod's experiments and was funding the whole thing, maybe that's how he got rich in the first place.

But then it didn't make sense that MacLeod would leave everything to Jet without a second thought. Sure, Dean could consider it a moment of senility but then no one else would've caught on? No, he was pretty sure something else was going on there. Either that or he was sure he was paranoid. Either way, he didn't want to lose Cas.

He still wasn't sure where to park exactly so he just pulled up in the front of the house and hopped out, grabbing his bags of junk as he went. As he entered he heard laughter from their sitting room, "Guys? I'm back!"

As he was expecting the usual 'we're over here' response he found himself shocked when the sound of crashing echoed. He looked up to see Castiel in the hall, perched as if he'd just rushed out the door with wide eyes fixed on Dean as if he might not be real.

"Dee?" he asked tentatively.

"Hey Cas," Dean gave a short wave, he was only gone for a few hours but damn that reaction was too cute.

Cas' mouth widened in a smile and he burst forward, a little help from his wings was more than enough to get him down the hall and on top of Dean in a matter of a second or two. Dean wound up on his back on the floor, wind knocked out of him and Cas right on top of him for good measure.

"Hey buddy," he groaned and ruffled Cas' hair moments before his angel friend leaned in close and licked his mouth a few times. "Ah! Okay, okay! I'm sorry I left!" Dean laughed as he tried to push Cas away, it wasn't an earnest attempt really, he didn't mind the attention that much.

"What took you so long?" Sam asked from the doorway, an amused smirk on his face.

"I picked up a few extra things," Dean managed to sit up and push the bag forward, Cas had nestled down in his lap and didn't seem to want to move much. "Eye drops are inside,"

"Good, thanks." Sam walked over and picked it up, raising an eyebrow as soon as he saw the contents, "really? Cupcakes?"

"Cupcakes?" Jet damn near teleported to Sam's side; his concerns about eye drops were no longer on his mind. He grinned and grabbed the package out of the bag, "Thanks man! You're the best," he didn't hesitate to open it and dig in.

"Maybe that was for everyone?" Sam nudged Jet's side but the darker boy only growled in return and hoarded away his treat back into the sitting room.

"You know it wasn't," Dean laughed and pulled himself back to his feet. "I got some stuff for you and Cas too, don't worry."

"You think giving Cas sugar is a good idea?"

"No worse than pizza," Dean took a milk chocolate bar out of the bag and unwrapped it before handing it over to Castiel. "Try it; I think you'll like it."

Cas didn't hesitate to take anything offered from Dean, he tossed it around a bit before sniffing it. Dean rolled his eyes and pushed it into Cas' mouth, "You eat it, you dork." Cas hummed on the bar and shuffled away with it, slowly munching and letting it melt.

"That's gonna get messy…" Sam muttered as Dean passed him by.

"So what were you guys up to while I was gone?"

"Got the internet hooked up, started watching videos on my laptop." Sam followed Dean to where Jet was sitting. He'd already eaten half the cupcakes by that time. "You're gonna get fat."

Jet scowled at him, "You're not getting any,"

Dean tried not to laugh, every damn time Jet got his hands on cupcakes he never shared. Ever. They were his favourite thing and no matter what Sam tried to say to get him to stop it wouldn't ever work. Not for lack of trying on Sam's part. "What videos?"

"Ones on your Facebook, Cas missed you so we played stuff you were in." Sam turned his laptop Dean's way to show him.

"Aww," Dean looked at Cas who had snuck into the room and situated himself nearby, chocolate squares still sticking out of his mouth. "I missed you too, Cas." As soon as he said it he saw Cas' eyes light up, a gentle glow flickering across the room. Castiel moved closer and climbed up onto the couch beside him, nuzzled his cheek and decided that it was a good spot to nest. Dean put his arm around Cas' shoulders and looked back at Sam's computer, "Well, what's the plan now? Can I see some too?"

"We've been watching them for a while," Jet mused off-handedly, "but you did get me cupcakes so I suppose I could watch a few again."

"We could look at Cas," Sam said, basically out of nowhere for Dean.

"What do you mean?"

"I found him on Facebook; he's got photos and videos…"

Dean wasn't sure how to describe the feeling he got from that news. He was excited to learn about Cas, but he was also very nervous. Castiel was such a mystery but Dean knew the kind of pain that Cas had gone through, he wasn't sure what it'd do to him to see the contrast. Somehow knowing where a tragedy like Cas came from originally might hurt more than just assuming things. He looked over at Jet and Sam cautiously, unsure of what they were thinking.

"Do you think we're ready for that?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"I don't think it'll go away just because we decided we don't want to know," Jet insisted, "So let's do it."

Sam didn't wait for Dean's approval and switched over to Cas' page. Dean leaned in closer, his heart in his throat as he looked over the unedited screen. None of them were friends with Castiel so they expected not to see much, however it was a wide open page. There were comments from other people all over; it was like it'd been turned into a public page. The main description read; Please don't forget about Castiel Novak.

Dean imagined it was done by Cas' brother, Michael. He looked at the profile picture, Cas' face hadn't changed much but he could still see more recognition in Cas' expression in the photo. "He looks so normal," Dean muttered, the concept and idea of Cas taking a selfie with stupid sunglasses on baffled him. He was pretty sure he had a similar shot somewhere in his profile pics.

"He was," Sam replied and clicked to the video section, one of them Cas had been tagged in and it was titled 'Castiel's Song – Prom Night part 4.' "See? He even went to prom."

"Wait, I don't think I'm ready for that-" Dean started to say but Sam clicked on it anyway.

"Hey guys!" Castiel's voice rang out over a loud bustling group, the camera turned up to see a slender teen up on stage. He wore an old looking dark blue suit with a slightly disheveled tie, a mop of dark hair and a smile that could light up a room. "I've been told that I need to sing-" his words were overcome by cheers from his friends and peers. Even the camera guy was excited.

The crowd chanted for him, "Sing! Sing! Sing!" the camera holder's voice being the loudest.

"Yeah that's what I figured, one last big party with us all together calls for one more song." Cas' face was the focus of the video, the camera man zoomed in to catch his soft expression. "Well I'm gonna do a cover of Matchbox Twenty's Unwell, I hope you enjoy."

With that said the band started to play and Castiel took a slow, relaxing breath before he began.

Dean couldn't express properly how much he loved Castiel's voice, to hear him speak was enough to make Dean's chest tighten but a song? He wasn't ready for that, and he definitely wasn't ready for the song Cas had chosen. He couldn't look away; there was no glitz or glam like he'd done in the halls of his high school. Castiel didn't need it.

"Out of all the hours thinking, somehow I've lost my mind. But I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell. I know, right now you can't tell, but stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me.

I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired, I know, right now you don't care. But soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be."

Dean looked over at Castiel who hadn't looked at the screen, he was busy eating his chocolate bar and being content with Dean's presence next to him. The video played through and ended with Castiel's song, cheering cut short.

"Damn, kid could sing." Jet sounded impressed, which made sense considering he had more stage presence and dancing skills than singing ability. "Way to start it off with a bang, Sam."

"I didn't know what he was singing," Sam retorted quickly in defence.

"Castiel Novak," Dean read Cas' name over in his head several times but wanted to hear it said out loud. It wasn't right; Cas should've told him that name himself. Maybe that was asking too much of the universe, but Dean felt it wasn't fair.

There were more videos, many more. Cas was popular, Dean could see that immediately by the activity on his page. There were so many comments on his page that it went on for quite a while before Cas' original posts were available.

"I love you Cas! Come home soon."

"I still can't believe you've been missing for so long, it feels like we just graduated yesterday."

"My condolences to everyone in the Novak family; Castiel was loved and losing him hurts us all."

"Where'd you go?"

"I miss you."

"Hey Cas I hope you get to read this someday. I always wanted to talk to you about it but never had the guts; I wish I could've told you in person. You saved my life once. Remember when you popped into my room and I said I was organizing my medication? I wasn't expecting you to visit that day and I wasn't expecting you to say the things you did. I just wish I could save you like you saved me. I don't know where you are now, but I hope you know I love you, always did. Cheers buddy."

Dean looked at the name of that last one; Charlie Bradbury. He didn't know her but he really wanted to after reading her message to Cas.

"Graduation… Cas went missing after that, how old is he? How long has he been gone?" Jet took over and scrolled through the account to the 'About' section. They looked at his birthday and realized he was just as hold as Dean and Jet.

"He's been missing almost four years," Sam furrowed his brow and looked at Cas, it was hard to imagine that they could've met him in college.

"The experiment that made him like this went on for at least that long," Dean ran his hand through his hair and questioned the intelligence of doing what was on his mind since finding the page. He wanted to post that he found Cas, he wanted all those people to know that Cas was alive, that they didn't have to worry as much. But was that true? How much of Cas did he really find? He couldn't imagine telling Cas' brother the truth, or that Charlie girl.

Castiel cooed softly and leaned in close to the computer, tilting his head at the many words. He looked up at Dean, chocolate all over the lower half of his face and hands.

"Told you it'd get messy." Sam smirked and reached over to wipe Cas clean with his sleeve.

"Has Cas seen himself?" Dean asked after Sam was done, "I mean, I don't think I've seen him looking at a reflection or anything."

"He's totally seen his reflection," Jet scoffed, "there are mirrors all over the place and his cage was a glass enclosure. Of course he's fuckin' seen himself."

"Alright, alright, don't call me stupid." Dean frowned and looked back at the computer, "I was just wondering, that's all."

Jet wasn't quite done with him though, "Cas isn't knowledgeable right now but he's not an idiot, dude."

"Okay, enough." Dean swatted his leg, "I was just wondering if he'd be interested in seeing a picture of himself. He didn't watch the video."

"I showed him his profile pic, if that counts." Sam said as he rolled up his now dirty sleeve, "He didn't seem to care that much, more interested in where you were."

"Well his profile pic had sunglasses; maybe he didn't make the connection." Dean couldn't lie; he was really flattered and happy that Cas was so consumed with him. He felt like maybe sharing that with the other two wasn't a smart move; he didn't particularly like ridicule or being shut down.

"We could show him one without, though I doubt he'd give a shit." Jet searched through the photos and tried to keep a straight face as he did it. Castiel was smiling in pretty much every single one of the ones he was tagged in, his selfies were always done at the perfect angle or ridiculously weird with no in between. Jet stopped at a good one and slid the laptop over to Dean who picked it up in order to show Cas.

"Do you remember this?" He asked as Castiel looked up at the photo. The reaction he expected was so far from what happened. Castiel's eyes flashed so bright they made the room glow and a high pitched whine pierced their ears until it dissolved into a vicious growl. He lashed out at the screen and dragged it closer before anyone could react. His teeth were bared, fangs sinking out of his gums and his mouth was able to stretch further than what should've been possible for any normal human. Cas spat an enraged hiss a split second before he tried to bite the screen.

Dean was frozen completely as Cas trashed the laptop and threw the remains into the wall. His stunned silence mimicked by the other two, though Jet had actually moved as far away from the outburst as he could in that amount of time.

"Okay," Sam whispered softly, "I have a feeling he doesn't like his face…"