Moving meant packing, and packing meant having to go back to the mansion to get their shit. Dean didn't really have much issue with either of those things, Cas didn't like the idea much though. Luckily Cas didn't have anything to get so it'd just be himself, Sam, Charlie, and Jet who had to go back to the place. Of course Jet wouldn't be able to pack his own stuff very quickly, so Nikki would most likely tag along to help out. Bobby would watch the boys at the mansion, and Cas would probably go to Michael's place and help him pack up.

That was Dean's guess as to how it would all go down, anyway. They had to wait another few days for the mansion to be open to them again, during that time they scouted out some nice places to check in LA.

A few phone calls and Skype viewings later, they had narrowed it down to two different options. All that was left to do was see the places in person and they'd have a home no problem, Dean was really looking forward to that part. The things he didn't want to deal with, however, were the discussions on how everyone would get to Los Angeles in the first place.

Flying was the obvious answer to most people in the group, Dean knew that and he didn't want to bring it up. Maybe if he never mentioned it no one would question why he decided to drive instead. He was resigned to having a quiet drive, probably on his own or with Cas and Desirae to make flying easier for the others. That way he could arrive and join everyone in the new mansion, no extra work on his part.

"You look a little stressed out," Cas approached him so quietly Dean was pretty sure his boyfriend flew down from the top floor.

Dean looked up from where he was checking on his car's engine –after all he had to make sure it was ready for the drive. "How can you tell?" He asked with a smile that Cas didn't seem to buy in the least.

"Because you're fixing your car again."

"I always check on my car."

"Well doing it twice in one day is a bit much," Cas leaned against the Impala and folded his arms over his chest. "I take it this is about a plane to LA?"

Dean bristled at the thought and went back to what he was doing. "You know I don't like flying, especially not in planes."

"I know," Cas replied softly and Dean had to glance up to see his expression. It was thoughtfully concerned at best, though Cas didn't attempt to hide it in any way. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

"Not really," Dean sighed and stepped away from the engine, "I mean, just let me drive my car there instead of making me fly. I can't stop you guys but at least I'll feel better about it."

"I wouldn't go on the plane without you," Cas walked over and draped his arms over Dean's shoulders, wings curling around them to give a little bit of privacy in plain sight. "If you drive I'll come with, if there's no room inside your car then I'll fly above it. Wherever you go I'll follow."

Dean smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "You're the best, Cas."

"I'm also the best Cas," he giggled and left Dean rolling his eyes. "But seriously, it's okay. We'll be fine."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Dean sighed again, this time letting some of his stress go with the air. "You know, we could pack up the other guys while we're waiting for the mansion to open up. Why don't you grab Michael and we can get his stuff?"

"Will that help ease your anxiety?" Cas asked sweetly as he headed back to hotel.

"It'll ease my boredom."

"Fair enough, I'll get Mike and be right back." Cas' wings flared out and he took off, soaring back up to the balcony he'd definitely descended from in the first place. Dean still couldn't get over how much power those wings had to be able to just take off from the ground like that.

He waited about five minutes until he heard a sharp, distant cry from above. Dean looked up again to see Cas coming back down with his brother in his arms, clinging for dear life. While Michael was definitely screaming, Dean still noted how much less dramatic it was compared to how Dean would've been. Just the thought of it made his stomach twist.

"Oh my god," Michael's feet touched the ground, and then his knees and nearly his face if it weren't for Cas not letting go of his arm. "Oh my god." He repeated, breathless and terrified.

"Heya," Dean smirked, knowing full well he shouldn't get cheeky about it because Cas would happily scare the shit out of him too. Not necessarily with flight, but there were other ways.

Michael looked up at him, still hanging all of his support off of Cas' grip on his wrist. He took a breath, looked like he was going to say something more meaningful and just came up with the same thing. "Oh my god."

"You're okay," Cas carefully helped Michael back up to his feet, "I had you the whole time."

Michael nodded a few more times than he needed to and ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it. "Yeah, sure, I'm good, no problem."

Dean did his best not to laugh, using his phone as an excuse to keep himself occupied. He got a text immediately from Jet; it was a video titled 'Check it out.' Dean tapped it and watched as Jet lifted the camera from his lap and just barely caught Cas picking Michael up in the hotel room.

"No, no, no, no. Cas no, wait! Let's take the elevator! CAAAAAAASSSSSSsssss…." The final shriek fading had him laughing right along with Jet in the video just before it ended.

"Oh my god," Dean quoted through his snickering, there was no stopping it.

Cas smiled sheepishly as Michael finally got his bearings enough to glare. "Sorry, it was just faster this way."

"Yeah, yeah," Michael exhaled agitatedly and flicked Dean's ear as he passed by. "Quit laughing and get in."

"Yes sir," Dean said with as straight a face as he could muster, not that he could muster much at that point. He smiled at Cas who laughed awkwardly and climbed into the car like he was told.

The drive was quiet but Dean was looking forward to seeing where Cas used to live, he hadn't been there yet. As he'd expected, the area wasn't the nicest in town but it was still homely to him. After all he grew up at Bobby's place which was no sunshine valley either.

"Tah-dah, Pismo Beach and all the clams you can eat," Michael uttered as he walked in, "Welcome back, Cas."

Castiel looked around at the immediate area, his mouth slightly open as he saw how dusty it was. Michael hadn't exactly left the place a disaster, there were a few stray items, but mostly it looked untouched. Save for a few spots where he probably ate dinner or watched TV.

"Mike, I'm so sorry." Cas whispered like he'd just realized it all over again.

"Don't give me that, we talked about this." Michael raised a hand to shush him. "It's alright, I'm coming with you now, remember?"

"Yeah," Cas wiped his eyes and nodded, trying to smile brightly for his brother. "Yeah, you're right. Let's get what we can salvage and go."

"I told you it wasn't going to be much," Michael looked around, "I mean, most of my stuff is junk. I guess just some clothes and sentimental things…"

"It's always more than you expect and less than you think," Dean rolled up his sleeves and the three got to work. The job took about two hours, Dean was surprised at just how little Michael got by with other than Castiel's old room.

That space had been left as it was, sure Michael hadn't cleaned it so the layer of dust was a little worse, but according to Cas it was exactly the same.

"I can't believe you didn't move anything," Cas walked around, looking at his old stuff and wiping his hand along the first surface he could.

"Well I wanted you to have a space when you came back," Michael looked at the room in a way that told Dean he'd done it thousands of times before that moment. "After I realized you might not… well I couldn't bring myself to deal with it so I left it. And then I had left it so long that I decided I might as well continue leaving it."

Cas smiled sadly at him, "It's okay now, but I'm still sorry that happened."

"Yeah, me too." Michael returned the look almost flawlessly.

Although Cas and Michael were having a moment about the room and everything that had happened, Dean couldn't help but be proud of Cas' progress. He could see little pieces of a person in that space, pieces of who Castiel was before. While at one point Dean would've been learning some of those things for the first time, instead he was seeing evidence of things he already knew. On top of that, Cas' wings didn't hit a single item. He had far better control over the appendages since he first regained his memories.

Packing up Cas' old room took about the same amount of time as packing up just Michael. There was a lot of reminiscing that Dean adored watching, though the heavy undertone of Cas' disappearance was a bit hard to stomach at times.

"I think that's it," Cas shoved an old box of collected crap away, "I did this when we moved from mom and dad's too, left half my stuff there."

"Well almost none of your clothes fit," Dean looked at the pile of stuff they were planning to donate. "And your technology is outdated, so yeah I could see why you'd leave most of this junk here."

"What about you?" Cas smirked and looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "From what I remember you brought a lot of stuff to the mansion even though most of it was crap."

"That's because we hired someone to just shove things in boxes," Dean was quick to defend himself, "I threw a lot of that stuff out afterward anyway."

"Right," Cas let him get away with that and looked back at the few boxes they'd packed of his things, "I think my stuff is as much as yours, Mike."

"Just about, yeah." Michael grabbed one and headed for the stairs, "Help me bring this to the door, no idea where we're gonna put it when we get back to the hotel but at least two of us are packed."

Dean grabbed one and Cas picked up the rest of the items, it was moments like that Dean envied Cas' super strength. After piling all the boxes together by the entrance the three stood and brainstormed about what to do with it.

"We could just leave it in the car while we wait," Cas suggested and Dean quickly shook his head.

"There's too many for the car, we're not leaving all this stuff in there. Someone might try and break in or something."

"A U-Haul?" Michael asked and the other two looked at him, "We could rent something small enough to attach to the car, that way when Dean drives to LA he can take some of our luggage with him. Saves money on flying, too."

Dean smiled and looked at Cas, "I like that idea, what do you think?"

"Sounds good to me, so let's leave these boxes here for now and load everything up after we get the U-Haul." Cas stacked the boxes out of the way of the door, though still easily accessible for later.

The three travelled back to the hotel, Michael quickly went for the entrance to avoid having to be scared out of his wits again. Dean laughed again and showed Cas the video Jet sent earlier, just so they could re-live that little moment together.

Cas wiped a tear away from his eye and kissed Dean's cheek, "I'll see you upstairs."

"Thanks," Dean smiled and watched Cas take off and fly back to the balcony again.