et another run down, possibly flea ridden, beyond cheap hotel room. That's where the Winchester brother's found themselves in once again. Sam flipped the mattress around, searching for bed bugs, used diapers, moldy food, anything unsanitary. Unlike his older brother, Sam pulled the effort of making whatever they could afford more comfortable and sanitary. While he pressed down on the firm mattress, he remembered the beds back at Bobby's new place in Iowa. The beds were soft, warm and a lot more comfortable than any hotel bed. At that moment, Sam wished he could have slept for more than just a couple of nights in those beds, maybe hear how Cas's first day of school was and compare it to how things have changed since Sam was in high school.

"You think he's gonna be alright?" Sam asked, brushing his hands together, satisfied with the cleanliness. He flopped down onto the bed, his hands behind his head, and his feet nearly dangled over the edge. "Cas, I mean. Think he'll make it out ok?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine at Bobby's." Dean answered in a calm manner, dropping his bag on the floor and started searching for a plug in.

"Do you think he'll get along with Bobby?"

"Probably."

Sam looked over at Dean, recognizing the tone in Dean's voice; he wasn't giving the situation the seriousness it deserves. To Sam, it seemed as though Dean had forgotten all that had happened before they found Castiel, which was not normal for Dean.

"And this whole thing with Belle helping us doesn't bother you, like, at all?" Although Sam had to admit it, Belle has been kind of the antihero in some of their recent adventures. She had saved Dean from a couple of vampires, only to have him run into a building swarmed with demons to retrieve locations for three other angels. When they first met her, they had never seen Castiel say such foul words towards another one of his own kind outside of Raphael. He refused her help, always told the brother's to stay away from her and anyone associated with her, if they did, Castiel would have treated it as a sign of betrayal. After hearing about their past together as spiritual mother and son, they understood.

So, for her to suddenly care about Castiel's well being out of the blue did seem a bit odd.

"Yeah." Dean answered, searching around for a phone charger in his bag. Sam sat up, grabbed Deans phone and threw it over onto his bed, getting Dean's attention.

"The hell was that for?"

"This doesn't bother you? Yeah, right." Sam stated, swinging his legs around. "I don't know about you, but I just don't feel right about this, Dean. I mean, after what Cas did, the lies, sneaking around behind our backs, working with Crowley..."

"I don't know what he was thinking, I get the why, I'd do the same thing if I was in a losing battle over a place like Heave. But you saw how he was in the woods." Dean grabbed his phone and flipped it shut. "If we didn't find him, chances are he would've died. And, although he did betray us, I sure as hell wouldn't have left him like that."

Hearing that, Sam looked down thoughtfully. Dean did have a point. The Winchester family, as they slowly learned, were a lot of things over the years. But they were still human, and their soul purpose was saving others. Including those that had stabbed them in the back.

"Now I know he's done plenty wrong that for us to do what we are doing right now, we'd be considered saints." Dean got up and grabbed his phone, hearing it beep for 'low battery' again. " And since he's with Bobby, he'll be ok, more than ok, even."

"That's just it, Dean." Sam rested his elbows on his knees. "Bobby's not exactly the parenting type, he was great with us, but that was a long time ago. And if I remember correctly, he can't stand teenager's. 'Bout damn near drank himself to a stupor when you were a teen, and that was before he threatened you or dad with the ass full of rock-salt."

"Cas is more of a loner, he won't really bother Bobby much." Dean said with uncertainty. "Just as long as he doesn't do what I did in high school, Bobby's got nothing to worry about."

"What about his sleep walking?"

"He'll just have to keep the doors locked." Dean answered, irritated this time. "Look, Sam, all he needs to do is make sure Cas eats, sleeps and shower's every day. That's it."

"No it's more than that, Dean." Sam argued, getting up and pacing around the room. "He's gotta get Cas up for school, make sure he helps clean the house, teach him how to be an adult. He's also gonna have to guide him during tough times, maybe help with Cas's homework-"

"Whoa, now just hold on a minute, Sammy." Dean interrupted, putting his hand out. He was feeling overwhelmed, and he wasn't even in Bobby's place. "That's not what Bobby signed up for."

"This isn't what any of us signed up for, but this is the hand we've been dealt." Sam said in a depressed tone. "I mean, Cas isn't our kid or our brother, but in a way, it just happened. He has no memory of being anything Biblical, no memory of Heaven or Hell, no memory of us or..."

Sam paused, then wiped out his laptop.

"Or?" Dean asked, waving a hand for Sam to continue.

"Crowley."

At the sound of his name, Dean flinched, waiting for him to suddenly pop out one of the walls. He had forgotten that Crowley has eyes and ears in nearly every corner of the world. For all they knew, Crowley already knew where Castiel was, and both him and Bobby were in danger.

"You don't think..."

"I don't know, but if the creep does find out where Cas is, both of 'em are gonna be in deep shit."

"Call them, give them some kind of warning."