"CAS!" Dean shouted as loud as he could but Castiel was just a speck in the sky by then. He stared blankly for a few seconds and cursed repeatedly as he watched Castiel's tiny silhouette fly away. "He took my keys!"

"Dean," Charlie said but Dean just stood there stomping his foot and kicking any random available thing.

"God fucking damn it I knew he'd do that, I fucking knew it but did I stop him? NOOOOO!"

"Dean," Charlie said again a little firmer but he was still busy with his fit.

Sam grabbed his shoulders and held him in place, "Dean! Shut up for a second."

"What!?" Dean shouted back and threw Sam's hands off him, "You want me to just stand here and chill while Cas goes and fights super-clones all on his own?"

"No," Sam looked over at Charlie, "We're going to go help him, right?"

"If it's okay with you," Charlie looked at Dean who threw his hands in the air.

"How!? You guys know how to fly too?"

"No, but I can start cars without keys." Charlie looked at the Impala, "You know, if you'd let me."

Dean stopped and stared at his car; it wasn't even a question, why was he even stopping to think? "Do it, we don't have time."

It was surprising to see Charlie work; she jimmied the door open with what looked like very little effort. She was hot-wiring his car, and only a few minutes after he told her to do it they had the Impala running.

"You're a wizard," he exclaimed and rubbed Charlie's shoulder, maybe a bit too roughly but he was excited.

"Thanks, now after that Castiel!" She grabbed Cas' coat and hopped into the backseat, Sam was in the passenger side and Dean very happily took the wheel. He wasn't too interested in conversing with people who had seen a man sprout wings and actually fly away on them. It was probably recorded in someone's phone somehow, someone was probably standing around on the street and just happened to watch a couple tackle each other to the ground and decided to record.

Whatever, that didn't matter. He'd deal with any societal reaction after he made sure that Cas was safe and his best friend wasn't dead.

Dean had driven fast in the past; he'd driven way over the speed limit just to test how far his control went. But even that didn't measure up to the way he was driving home that day. Pedal to the metal, he pulled several illegal moves and tore out of town like the end of the world was on his heels.

Castiel was fast, Dean knew that and he knew that Cas was probably already dealing with crazy clones. He couldn't think about that, just had to stay focused on the road. He could see the city slipping away in the rearview mirror and watched for the turn off to the estate. The drive wasn't really that long but at that moment it felt like ages.

"Bobby?" Sam was quick to his phone; it had taken a little while for anyone to pick up. "Hey, it's Sam. What's going on over there?" He put it on speaker so the others could listen too.

"Hey Sam, well we've got a bit of a situation but I guess you already knew about that."

"Yeah, Jet texted me. Is he okay?"

"Haven't seen him yet, Cas just went inside a few minutes ago." Bobby sighed and sounded like he was moving, "I'll go take a look in there-"

"No! Bobby, stay out of the basement, okay? Don't go down there." Sam glanced at Dean who nodded his agreement; he was on Sam's side in this. "If something happens just leave it to Cas now, alright?"

"I wasn't worried before but now this is just getting outta hand. If those kids are in trouble down there I'm not just gonna sit here and wait for 'em to maybe come back out."

"Bobby, don't –"

"I'm going down. Here, talk to Michael."

"Bobby!" Dean and Sam yelled at the same time but there was some fumbling on the other line and a somewhat distant 'what do you want me to do?'

Dean sighed and gripped the wheel tighter, "Hey Michael, when did Cas get there?"

"About five minutes ago," Michael brought the phone closer to his mouth, "He was saying that there are clones in the basement, which of course means that Jet and Desirae are in some trouble."

"Yeah, that's putting it mildly," Dean ground his teeth together, he was pissed but he didn't know what exactly to be pissed about. "You didn't see what happens with those things or what they can do; not to mention they've gotta be starving."

Michael was quiet for a few seconds, "How much trouble is my brother in right now?"

"Enough to make me want to ask you to go in and get him out." Dean stated evenly and Sam pulled the phone away from Dean as soon as the words left his mouth.

"No, Michael don't go down there. Cas has super human strength and reflexes; he can handle whatever's going on. Don't worry about him." Sam glowered at Dean who couldn't really feel bad about what he'd just planted in Michael's head. Yeah, it was a little underhanded but Dean couldn't be there to drag Castiel out himself, he needed someone to be with Cas and it didn't have to be him.

Michael was silent again but there were some faint sounds of movement and then the phone shut off, Dean smiled. "You can't keep someone away when their little brother might be in danger."

"Don't be proud of yourself," Sam scolded, "You might've just gotten him killed."

"I did him a favour; he's beating himself up over not helping Cas already, how do you think he'd feel if he knew he'd stood by and did nothing when he was literally right there?" Dean snapped back, he knew full well that they were both just really stressed out and he shouldn't get so mad but he couldn't help it. "I told him the truth and asked him to help, you really think he wouldn't have gone in on his own?"

Sam just shook his head; his jaw was tense and nostrils flaring.

"It's to help Jet too, you know." Dean added quietly after a few moments of angry Sam taking over the car's atmosphere.

"I know," Sam sighed and pushed his hand through his hair, dragging it back and letting it fall again. "I just… don't think sending people down there is a good idea. I don't think we should go there either."

"I get that," Dean nodded, he could see the gate and the mansion just beyond it. "And if they were random people we didn't know then maybe I'd agree. But Michael is Cas' brother, Bobby was like a dad to Jet too, I don't think we can tell them not to go down there."

"If it makes you feel better," Charlie leaned forward and looked at the two of them, "I think Garth is going to be staying out of there."

Sam chuckled, "He'd get eaten faster than anyone."

"Probably," she laughed and pat each Winchester on the shoulder, "You guys both got a point, but we're all gonna make our own choices here."

"You're right," Sam looked back at her, his expression less angry and more distressed acceptance. "I just wish we wouldn't make choices that'll get us all killed prematurely."

"Speaking of choices," Dean said as he tore up the last part of the drive way and skidded to a stop, "Better make 'em fast because we're here." He jumped out and bolted up the front steps, there was no point in waiting for anyone -especially if Sam intended to try and stop him. He pushed through the front doors and went right for the basement.

But he didn't need to go down, Bobby and Garth were just emerging from the door with Jet held up between them. Apparently Garth had gone down too, not one to just stand around either it seemed. Castiel was next, Michael was helping him walk and Desirae was on his shoulders. There was so much blood on them, Castiel was painted red almost entirely, Desirae's fur wasn't as white as it should've been, and Jet was all kinds of messed up.

"Dee?" Cas looked up in shock, the first one to notice Dean's presence at all; Dean's guess was his smell. "You're not supposed to be here." He was serious and angry about it; clearly he'd left Dean behind for a reason.

"Too bad, I'm here." Dean hurried up to see if Jet was okay, after all he wasn't climbing out of the basement on his own two feet. Dean's stomach twisted when he saw how pale his friend was but he didn't get to linger.

"He needs a hospital," Bobby said as he and Garth rushed onward.

Dean looked down as Jet was carried past him; he couldn't believe how sick Jet looked. Dried blood had coated his left side, his clothes were tattered and… Dean stared with his mouth hanging open as it really dawned on him what he saw. Jet's forearm was gone.

"Jet!" Sam had just seen his boyfriend; Dean didn't want to be there for that. Hearing Sam cry was hard enough. "Jet, oh my god, what happened to you?"

Desirae jumped to the floor and ran after them, climbing onto Sam next because he was probably her best bet to follow Jet anywhere. "I'm sorry, Sam." She hugged him and Sam did his best to hold her despite slowly falling apart himself. "He went down there because of me."

Sam took a shuddered breath and shook his head, making an attempt to smile he hugged her. "If he got you out of there then I know he thinks every second was worth it."

Dean looked away; he didn't want to deal with that, not yet.

"You should go to the hospital too," Cas instructed him and Dean turned to face his boyfriend.

"No, I'm staying." He stuck his hand out angrily, "And give me my keys."

Castiel's stern expression wavered and Dean suddenly felt like an asshole. Cas was fishing for the keys with a shaky hands and a trembling lip. But before he could get a hold of them Michael stepped forward between him and Dean.

"Don't talk to him like that," there was a warning in Michael's voice and Dean knowingly stepped back. He didn't want that kind of wrath to rain on him. He knew immediately that he was going about it the wrong way; the last thing he wanted was to hurt Cas.

"You're right, I'm sorry." He raised his hands in surrender and looked at Castiel, "I'm sorry, Cas. I know why you did it, I was just really worried."

Cas swallowed and nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, "Yeah, it's okay. I'm fine."

Dean dropped his arms and went to hug Cas, "No you're not, but that's okay." He had a hundred questions but he wasn't sure if he should even ask one of them. Cas had clearly gone through a lot in the very short time they were apart. "I'm not mad at you, alright?"

"Yes you are," Cas let his head rest against Dean's shoulder and held on tight, "You don't want to be though, right?"

Dean kissed the side of Cas' head and rested his own against it, "Yeah, you're right. I'm mad that you'd run off without me to face something like this alone. You know I wanted to be here for you."

Cas nodded shallowly, "I know… but I know also know that those things will kill you. Didn't you see Jet?"

His stomach tightened again and he took a sharp breath to try and calm it, "Yeah, I did. But he was facing it on his own, it'd be so different if one of us was there with him."

Cas laughed softly, it was bitter but not that bad. "I guess we're both right, huh?"

"Yeah, but that means we're both wrong, too." Dean leaned away and turned Cas' head toward him. He watched the flicker of that telltale glow fade, Cas was calmer now, less scared. "You figure we're okay?"

Cas' mouth pulled into a small smile, "We're okay."

"Good," Sam walked over, surprising them both. "Then let's make a plan to deal with these things, I'm sick of this bullshit."

"I'm in." Charlie stepped forward and looked at Michael who nodded his agreement.

"I thought you went with Jet?" Dean motioned toward the door but Sam shook his head. Dean saw that Sam's eyes were red and his expression was unstable at best, but there was too much anger there to address the rest.

"I think I should be here."

Dean bit his lip, debating whether or not he should say anything. "I think Jet would-"

"I'm not going to just sit in a waiting room while you go and fight experiments!" Sam shouted, an uncharacteristically vicious look in his eyes. "Jet can yell at me himself once all this is over."

Dean nodded; he didn't want to fight Sam over it. "Alright then, what's the plan?"

"The plan is to figure out what happened down there," Charlie said with a gentle tone as she looked to Desirae who was still on Sam's shoulders. "You think you can tell us anything, sweetie?"

Desirae nodded, her ears were turned down but she had stopped crying. "From where?"

"Wherever you want," Cas told her with a warm smile on his face that contrasted his appearance far too much.