#bi!cas

Dean pulled out his phone and went to his car so he could talk in private, “Hey Sweetheart, did I wake you?” “No, no you didn’t.  I was just reading a little.” Your nose was still stopped up a little but your voice didn’t sound deep like Cas’ anymore.  “How’d it go?” “Real good, real good.  No injuries. We burned the witch and we should be home tomorrow.” He informed. “Oh that is great.  I really wanted to come this time.  I’ve been so bored without you guys.” “It’s late Sweetheart, why don’t you go to sleep.  Hopefully, you will be over this crud tomorrow because… I um… can’t wait to be with you. If you know what I mean.” He implied. “I know exactly what you mean.  I’m going to let that thought get me right to sleep.” “God, I wish I was there.  You’re probably wet right now aren’t you?” “Oh yeah! Do you wanna know where my hands are?” you asked. “You would be 400 miles away and turned on.” He smirked at the phone. “You know you could get here by morning if you drove all night.” You teasing suggested. “If it was just me I’d do it in a heartbeat but Sam and Cas are exhausted.” “I know baby, just get some sleep.  I should be better tomorrow.  I love you.” “I love you too.” He mumbled. “I didn’t hear that, what did you say again?” You giggled, he was always so quiet when he said it. “I love you.” He spoke clearer this time. “Much better, night Dean.” Then he hung up knowing that you were satisfied by what he said.  

Dean and Cas crashed in the same bed since Sam was known for moving a lot.  The next morning, Cas woke up early and walked to the bathroom to pee.  He found this constant need to vacate one’s bladder and bowels completely tedious.  He grabbed his toothbrush and paste from his leather toiletry bag, looking in the mirror, he dropped everything on the ground.  “Dean! Dean!” He yelled as he touched his face. Dean came running “What is it, buddy?” “Look, look Dean!” Cas stuttered. “What the fuck?!?” Dean gasped touching his face well actually Cas’ face.   “What is going on guys?” Sam asked still groggy unsure why the two men were looking in the mirror at themselves. “Sammy, look at me!” A higher pitched voice came from Cas’ mouth. “Why are you calling me Sammy, Cas? And why do sound like that?” Sam scratched his head. “Because he not Cas, I am.” Dean’s voice was deeper than normal, finally Sam foggy mind started to put things together. “Dammit, I knew something was going to happen. It’s too early for this shit.  I’ll make us some coffee.” Sam made his way to the small motel coffee pot.   Dean and Cas just stood and stared at each other.  “Shit, fuck.” Dean started to laugh. “What is so funny Dean?” Cas questioned sternly. “It could be so much worse. At least, we’re still handsome.” Dean smacked Cas chest laughing hard.  Dean ran his hands over his new body grabbing at his junk realizing he was hard. “Damn Cas, ok I can work with that.” He pulled at his waist band to get a better look at his new penis. “You should’ve told me you were packing.” Sam chuckled at how stupid his brother was being, “So how do you guys feel anyway?” “Like I’m in a new vessel.” Dean’s mouth open but Cas’ words came out. “Yeah, Sammy so far I’m good.  Wait until (Y/N) sees me.” Dean flopped on the bed. “Cas, did you recognize what the witch said last night?” Sam continued his round of questions. “Yes, she said, ‘change your soul, change your form’. I assumed, as we all did, that since we killed her the spell wouldn’t work.” Cas explained.   “Well let’s get dressed and get back to bunker (Y/N) and I will figure something out.” Sam suggested.

You heard the rumble of the Impala in the kitchen making yourself some tea with honey to soothe your still semi-scratchy throat.  With your hips pressed up against the counter, two arms wrapped around your waist, feeling the scruff against your neck.  You looked down noticing Cas’ trench coat and you straighten up slightly pulling away from his touch.  This wasn’t right but it still felt like Dean. You turned around and your hands slid around his neck, “Cas, you know we can’t do this in public.  What if Dean finds us?” You giggled. “What?!?” Cas’ form moved away from you. Dean walked through the door, “You!” Cas lunged at Dean.  Yeap something went wrong on the hunt.   “Hey! Dean, I was just joking.” You tugged at Cas’ trench coat.   “You know?” Cas’ blue eyes looked at you, but you could tell it was Dean. “Yeah, baby I know. Don’t look so shocked okay. Once a witch always a witch.  Plus Cas would never try and make a move on me.” You took his hand pulling him into a kiss. “Whoa well that took no time.” Sam stood against the fridge watching you kiss Dean in Cas’ body. You hummed never knowing how good Dean could kiss you in any body.  “Body swap?” “Body swap.” Sam replied. “What did the witch say? What did she do?” You asked. “She said, ‘convertere anima tua mutare speciem tuam.’” Cas informed her. “Oh that’s a soul swap spell then.  Man, that witch most have been a nube. Any decent witch would’ve have known that this kinda spell takes time to happen. It should wear off in a day or two.” You took Dean’s hand and looked into his new blue eyes.  “That means I have plenty of time to give this body a good test drive.” You raised your eyebrow, kissing his chapped lips.   “You do know that is my body right?” Cas inquired. “Uh huh, that’s why you should join us.  I wouldn’t want to do anything to your body without your consent.” Cas gulped at your comment. “I’ll be going now.” Sam let out a snicker as he left the room. “What cha say boys? I want Dean’s mind and body and I think I’ve just hit the jackpot.” You smiled walking down the hallway stripping your shirt off as you went.   “Dean, I don’t know about this.” Cas aired his concerns. “Dude, what the lady wants the lady gets.” Dean answered and made his way down the hall.

He and Cas both pushed the door open to the room you and Dean shared.  Both men eyed your almost naked form, only sheer lace from your bra and panties kept you from being totally exposed.  Watching Dean’s expressions of arousal on Cas’ face was a new experience, those blue orbs raking over your body and that smirk on those kissable lips sent shivers down your to your core.  You walked up to Dean and kissed him passionately, hands roaming over your bodies, you slid off Cas’ trench coat wanting touch his tight firm body.   Turning your head, “Do we look good together, Cas?” You chuckled. Shyly he confirmed your suspicions, “yes, you do look good together. Your hand reached out for Cas, pulling him closer to Dean and you. The focus shifted, from Dean to Cas kissing those wonderful plump lips.  Cas’ kisses were timid, almost nervous, your lips grazed over his cheek and sucked onto his those ear lobes you loved so much, “Cassie, honey bee, are you ok with this?” “It’s just unusual being in a different vessel and feeling this way.” He explained. Dean put his hand on Cas’ shoulder, “Unusual but not bad right?” “Not bad at all. It’s just I haven’t had a lot of experience with intimate relationships.” He replied. “Don’t worry about that cause Dean and I want to take good care of you.” You kissed Cas’ collarbone, while unbuttoning the top few buttons on the dark red flannel that he was wearing. “Don’t we Baby?” You asked Dean. “Yes, buddy, good care.” Dean pressed his chest to Cas’ back, kissing softly on his neck and running his hands down front of the flannel shirt. “Yeah this is weird touching myself but not actually touching myself.” Dean let out a small laugh.   You palmed Cas’ cock through the thick denim, “God, do I love this cock!” Dean kissed Cas on the mouth has he moved to his side. The surprise from the kiss on Cas’ face was priceless. You touched the front of the blue suit pants Dean was still wearing, he moaned at your touch and Cas’ lips on his. “Wow, Cas” you turned your head and looked into Dean’s green orbs, “you are so thick! I can’t wait to taste you.” Cas shyly hung his head and blushed, all of those lovely little freckles standing out against the pink in his cheeks. “I know right.” Dean let out a chuckle.   Clothes were flung all over the room until you could finally feel their soft taut skin under your fingertips.  You giggled watching Dean and Cas together; they had been crushing on each other since before you joined the picture.   “Cas, do you like me or Dean more?” You asked. “I um I like Dean more, you are a beautiful, nice woman but we share.” You cut him off, “I know a profound bond. It’s ok Cassie.  Maybe you two should spend some time together without me.” Your smile indicated to Dean you were completely ok with this. “Oh no, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to fuck myself.” Dean replied. “You gotta stay and feel what the two of us can do to you.” Your tongue moved over your bottom lip, “ok then but you two should have alone time when  y'all switch back.” “I would like that very much, Dean.” Cas kissed Dean interlocking his hands into his.   “That is so sexy. Maybe I’ll call Charlie, when you two have your fun.” You kid. “I’m so there, watching in the corner, if you and Charlie get together.” Dean smiled and he left a trail of wet kisses down your neck while you giggled.   Your fingers played with the top of both of their waste bands. “These need to come off.” Standing back, you watched as Cas and Dean helped themselves out of their underwear. Oh my they were beautiful, with thick long dicks standing at attention, Dean’s hand began to stoke Cas’ cock and vice versa. You got on your knees in front of the men and took Dean’s cock, ok it was Cas’ cock, in your mouth, Dean moaned.  This was going to get confusing but they would understand if you screamed the incorrect name.  With your other hand you added your hand to Dean’s and helped to slid your hand up and down Cas’ shaft.  You watched through your eyelashes as Cas and Dean continued to touch and kiss each other, your pussy clenched around nothing wanting some friction.  Cas’ cock was pressed near your face and and you stopped sucking Dean and focused on Cas’.  You knew what Dean liked and you wondered if Cas would react the same way.  You swirled your tongue around his tip and ran your tongue down his length. Cas let out the deepest moan, you didn’t know that Dean’s vocal cords could go that low. “That good?” You chuckled. “You have no idea, (Y/N)” Cas growled. Your hands stroked up and down both of their shafts, guiding the tips of their cocks into your mouth.  Fitting as much of both of them between your lips.  Listening to the sinful expletives Cas and Dean groaned was positively heavenly.   “You that so well, Sweetheart.” Dean told you. “You ready to feel what we can do to you?” “Oh yeah!” Dean took your hand and helped you up off your knees. You flopped on the bed finally feeling your wetness, you rolled on all fours.  “Oh no, (Y/N/N), we gotta make you cum before you get this cock.” You complied and rolled over on your back, “Cas,” Dean kissed him, “have you ever eaten out a woman?” “No, Dean I have not.” Cas informed. “Oh you’re in for a real treat buddy ‘cause (Y/N/N) here, make the most unreal noises as she comes.” Dean spread your legs and went straight to work lapping all of your juices, licking into your folds.  Cas watched with those emerald eyes you loved, as Dean made you wiggle and squirm. “Oh shit” you yelled, “oh baby just like that.  I’m so close.” “Good, ‘cause I want Cas to finish you.” Dean smiled as he called Cas over. “Just lick into her, she is already warmed up.” Dean instructed and Cas cautiously did what he was told to do. “She likes it when I circle my tongue right there.” Dean pointed to your clit.   “Fuck yes!” Your whole body shook, your hand flew into his hair keeping him in place. “Damn she must like that. Now, put two fingers into her and curl them up then suck right on her clit.” Dean showed Cas. “You ready baby?” “Yes, please!” You pleaded. Cas’ lips wrapped around your clit he suckled gently for a moment before he dipped his fingers in your needy hole.  He increased the amount of pressure when he was sucking and thrusted his digits in and out with great force, that had you moaning his name.  Your thighs boxed his ears pulling him closer to you as you felt your climax hit you. “Make sure you work her through it.” Dean coached. Cas kept licking until you were a giggling mess and your legs finally released him.  The familiar smug smile that Dean normally wore spread across Cas’ face when he came up for air.  “Can I assume I did well?” “Oh Cassie, sweetie you did amazingly.” You pressed your hand to your forehead, still trying you wrap your head around how wonderful that felt and gaining your composure.   You watched Dean unwrap one of your favorite ribbed condoms and you gasped at the sight of his glorious thickness.  He took ahold of your hips and roughly turned you over on your knees, he knew how you wanted it, you were in that kind of mood.  You pressed yourself up from the bed and signaled Cas over.  “I want to return the favor big boy.” Your breath hitched when you felt Dean press his cock head into your pussy. “Feel good Sweetheart?” “Uh huh!” You moaned, biting your lip feeling the slow pleasurable burn of his dick push into you. “Oh! Oh! That feels perfect.” Dean’s new penis and his years of experience were going to make this a night worth remembering.  “Cassie, come right here” you instructed in a sensual voice.  He crawled onto the bed, presenting his cock to your face. Dean didn’t move until he saw you licking the tip of Cas’ cock. “God, that’s a good view.  It’s like watching myself in a mirror.  I am completely phantom limbing it over here.” Dean’s thrusts had your mouth moving up and down Cas’ length by the sheer force alone.  Cas’ fingers became tangled in your hair, you moaned around Cas’ cock feeling the ramming plunge of Dean’s dick in and out of you.  He hit your g-spot perfectly knowing you wanted to be fucked into a blissful submission.   Both men yelled out their pleasure, they were about to hit their climax and you were too.   “(Y/N) just keep sucking. That’s just so fucking sexy to watch.” Dean’s voice was low like Cas’ normally was.   It sent a surge right to your core.  “Fuck” you somehow said with Cas’ cock still in your mouth. “I’m going to cum!” Cas announced, his hand was even tighter around your hair telling you what he wanted.  He bucked his cock in your mouth a few more times allowing him to hit the back of your throat before ribbons of cum shot into your mouth.  You greedily swallowed everything he could give you when sated Cas flopped on the bed to watch Dean and you come undone. Chasing your ecstasy, Dean picked up the pace now that you didn’t have a cock in your mouth anymore.  You slipped onto your shoulder, your face buried in the sheets as he fucked you so hard you started to see black spots in your vision.  You cried out feeling your orgasm hit you as Dean’s cock swelled right before he came.  Your bodies came crashing down on the bed as limbs became entangled with each other.  The neediness of earlier was gone replaced with sweet kisses and praises for everyone.  The trio stayed like that until morning when the boys reverted back to their regular bodies. The bond between Cas and Dean grew as your bond with Cas did.  Nobody was jealous or upset when the threesome became a twosome for an evening because the three of you always found your way back into each other arms.  

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“No, Come on this way.” they walked a little way down the street, to a Hoodoo shop that looked like all the other hoodoo shops in the city, a tacky plastic Baron Samedi hung in the window amongst other tourist tat, but a hunter sign was scratched into a corner of the glass. Cas sensed that the place was warded. Chris pushed the door open somewhere a bell rung. Inside the shop was less tacky, herbs hung from the ceiling and a number of scattered tables contained the usual arrays of chicken feet and other Hoodoo wares. Chris headed to the back of the shop “Aunty are you here?”

“Of course I’m here, child” A very old woman appeared from a shadowy doorway by the counter. She wore a bright orange and white head-cloth and matching dress, her dark skin was deeply lined. Her bright eyes scrutinised Chris for a moment and flicked over Castiel, she grunted. “What has happened to you child and why have you brought a fly boy into my home?.” Her voice was smooth and heavy with a southern accent.

“Aunty Asasa, this is Castiel he is my friend.” Chris held out her hand Cas took it and stood next to her.

“More than your friend I think.” Asasa snorted. Cas swallowed hard and stared at his feet. The old woman laughed “Well now just when I think I have seen everything, a blushing angel.”She turned away, “Chris a word with you please, in the back”

“Okay” Cas made to follow them.

“Not you flyboy, stay there and don’t touch anything.”

“Shut the door, Chris”

“Are you out of your mind girl?” Asasa demanded as soon as the door clicked shut. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is taking up with an angel-especially that angel?”Chris took a step back, her aunts rages were formidable. “And where are his friends? Those Winchester boys, they are never far away.” Chris didn’t bother asking Asasa how she knew about Sam and Dean, her aunt had always seemed to know everything about everything.

“They are in Kansas, Aunty.”

“Well I damn well hope they stay there.” Asasa paced the floor angrily. “Christine you are my only kin in this world, please give him up. Angel and a human that’s a story as never ends well and of all the host of heaven you choose Castiel. Death follows him around like a shadow.”

“Don’t say that.”

“You know its true.” Asasa paused. She hugged Chris “Child, I know you love him and I’m sure he thinks he loves you. But this is going to bring you nothing but pain.”

“He doesn’t just think it Aunty” Chris growled.

“We’ll see.” Asasa said it blithely, as if nothing but time were needed to prove her right.

“I came to you for help, not a lecture.” Chris wiped a bitter tear from her cheek.

“What is it you want?”

“Castiel, his wings are broken. He is in agony, can you help him?”Chris replied tersely.

“Only God can restore an angels wings, baby girl.”

“Then I will be going, thank you aunty.”

“Wait, I may be able to help with the pain. I’m not promising.”

They walked back into the shop, Cas was fiddling with a display of hex bags he was holding one up and examining it. “I should put that down if I was you Castiel, or you won’t be able to to get it up for the next six months” He dropped it with alacrity and rubbed his fingers on his shirt, when he turned round he was frowning, the frown deepened into a scowl when he saw Chris.

“Why are you upset?” she was in his arms in two quick strides. “What did you say to her?” He demanded, his eyes flickered with light and he raised his hand.

“Nothing but the truth.”

“Cas I’m alright” Chris told him and pushed his hand down.

“Cool your jets Castiel, I may not seem like much, but I am a lot older and tougher than I look.”

“This woman is a witch, Chris.”

“Yes I know, she is also my aunty, sort of. She’s a very old friend of my family.”Cas stood stock still as Asasa swept him over with a critical gaze.

“Mmmm a seraph, well I can’t blame you child. he’s a beauty. If I were a few centuries younger I doubt I would have said no either.”

“This conversation is making me deeply uncomfortable” Cas interjected.

“Hush now, show me your wings lover boy”

“Why? And how can you see my wings?”

“I told you she’s family, its okay she won’t hurt you”. Chris reassured him.

“I may be able to do something for the pain and I can see they are hurting you.” Cas looked round the crampt shop dubiously.

“There is not enough room in here.”

“You only need to unfurl them a little, let me see the damage. There’s no need to be embarrassed, you are not the first fallen angel I’ve seen honey.” Slowly Cas turned round and reluctantly half spread his wings. Asasa gasped “Oh my poor boy, these are bad. I’m going to touch them, try to bear it for a moment.”Cas sagged to his knees, suppressing a scream as she ran her fingers from shoulder to wing-tip. “And we are done, I’m sorry that hurt. Chris help him up”. Chris hauled him to his feet. He was breathing hard.

“You said she wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I’m sorry blue eyes, but I lied this one time.” Trembling, he leaned against her. Asasa was walking around the shop picking up things and dropping them into a ready made hex bag mumbling to herself in Swahili and Latin. “So can you help him?” Chris demanded. Her aunt held up a warning finger for interrupting and popped a few more bits into the bag.

“Fiat voluntas tua.” she said loudly, a flash of bright light followed briefly illuminating the bag. She wound a leather thong round the small thing and hung it around Castiel’s neck. “I cannot stop your pain, but I can reduce it. This is nothing more than a band-aid, your wings are an open wound, and like all open wounds the dressing will need to be changed periodically.”  As she placed the thong round his neck Cas cried out “Better?” Asasa asked.

“Cas!” Chris reached for him concerned, He smiled broadly at her and laughed. “Are you alright?”He nodded.

“I’m fine, I can barely feel it. Thank you Asasa.”

“That’s Aunty Asasa to you, boy. I’ll write the spell down for you, shouldn’t be more than a moment.”

“You really feel better?”Chris looked anxious. Cas didn’t answer her, he just pulled her close and brought his mouth down on hers.

“Hey that’s enough you two.” Asasa reappeared and handed Cas a piece of paper. She looked at them sadly. “I can’t say I’m happy about this. You look after her Castiel, she is all I have.”

“I promise you-”

“Don’t” she snapped in a warning tone. “Just go home.”

“One more thing aunty, I have a question”

“What is it now child?”

“I got hurt, when I was up north. I nearly died.”

“Was it his fault!” Asasa rounded on Cas, who ridiculously found himself stepping back from the frail old woman.

“No Aunty, Cas saved me.” Cas breathed a sigh of relief as Asasa switched her gaze back to Chris. The old woman’s eyes were like razors, he had a suspicion that no corner of himself would be sacred under that diamond edged stare.

“Just as well,” Asasa sniffed, “I’ve never liked killing angels.”

“Did you do something to me Aunty?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about child!” Cas could tell she was lying, so evidentially could Chris.

“I think you do Aunty, tell me the truth. I nearly died, if Cas hadn’t been able to break the warding-”

“You broke the warding!” The momentary panic in her voice, hidden almost immediately gave away her guilt. Asasa seemed to sag and grow older before his eyes, “Your Daddy asked me to do it.”

“Why? Why would you do that without my permission.”

“Chris, you were a babe in arms. He wanted to protect you.”

“And Sarah? Did you protect her too? Cause that didn’t work out did it”

“I’m sorry about your sister, I truly am baby girl. I should have taken steps when she got married, but she didn’t want my help. I didn’t know he would find them”

“Who’s ‘he’” Cas interrupted, he reached out and snagged Chris’ hand.

“Asmodeus” Chris said softly.

“The prince of hell?” Cas took a breath, his chest suddenly tight.

“He has a grudge against our family, I don’t know why.” she looked up at him dark eyes filled with remorse, “I’m sorry I should have told you.”

“It’s alright, I won’t let him hurt you.”

“He’s no ordinary demon seraph, how can you possibly face a prince of hell.” Asasa scoffed, cas took a lingering step forward.

“ I will have you know, I have faced three princes of hell.”

“And what happened to them Cherie?”

“They died” Cas stalked away, allowing himself a grin at Asasa’s shocked intake of breath. “Lets go home” he called to Chris and stepped onto the street letting the door slam behind him.

Asasa shook her head at the disappearing angel and pulled her niece into a hug detaining her. “I love you child and yes I think he does love you, but he is not for you.”

“What do you mean” Chris asked softly.

“I don’t know, but its not just his wings, you know that. He is broken, and it will be for the one who broke him to fix him.”Asasa dropped her gaze, “provided he lives that long.”

Chris pushed Asasa away and walked out without a word, she grabbed Cas’ hand and pulled him after her.

“Did you really kill three princes of hell? Because I’ve been in your head choirboy and that is not the way I recall it.”

“maybe, not exactly, But they are dead. Is Asmodeus really after you?”

“I have spent my whole life running away from him, so yeah”

After a couple of minutes of awkward silence Cas said “She doesn’t like me.”

“Understatement Cas, if I’d brought home Lucifer she’d have been happier” Cas caught her round the waist, he was smiling.

“Well I have met Lucifer and I can tell you now, he is not relationship material.”

“But you are?” she teased

“Your closest living relative is a centuries old witch, you’re lucky to have me.”

“And your Dad is God, in messed up families I’ll take mine, thanks”, He kissed her again, in the middle of the crowded street, just because it felt good.

“If we ever get married the seating plan will be a nightmare.”

“don’t joke Cas”

“I love you, never doubt it.” he told her earnestly, not expecting a reply.

“I love you too choirboy.”She said it softly with a smile and Cas’ thought for a moment his heart had stopped, he gaped at her. “Is something wrong?”

“No, uh, it’s just that,uh”

“Spit it out blue eyes” she was laughing now, eyes sparkling. Cas felt his cheeks grow hot, he stared at his feet reluctant to answer.

“that’s the first time, anyone has ever said it back to me” Chris’ smile vanished and Cas found himself caught in a fierce hug.

“Can we do something fun?” Cas asked

“What do you mean?”

“Something normal and boring and human.” Chris looked at him in amusement.

“Okay.”

Cas had loved the farmers market, watching Chris choose fruit. Sometimes she would call him over, introduce him to someone. Sometimes she would urge him to taste something or admire some handicraft. She had called him over to one stall in particular where a grizzled old farmer was selling  pots of golden honey. “Cas this is Larry, he is our local go to man for all your hunting needs.” Cas had shook hands with the man.

“Where you from Cas?” Larry had asked.

“He’s from up north, friend of Bobby Singers. I ran into him on a hunt.” Chris explained. Larry narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“What did you say your name was son.”

“Castiel.”

“Ah well I have heard about you, Bobby told me all about you.”Cas stiffened, suddenly aware he was unarmed. His angel blade was in the trunk of Chris’ car.

“What did he say”

“Nothing bad” Larry had smiled at him, “Bobby was a good friend, still miss the old son of a bitch. You need anything you call me.”He had handed Cas a card and two jars of honey. “On the house.”

“Thank you”

Now Cas was driving down the 55 as the sun set, driving towards home. Chris was a humming along to a song on the radio, her hand resting on his leg. “Thank you for letting me drive, Dean never let me drive the Impala.”Chris didn’t answer for a moment.

“You and Dean, you are close aren’t you?” she asked when they pulled off the highway and on to the scrubby road leading to her house.

“He is my brother. He and Sam they are my family.”

“You’re lucky to have them, No-one should do this job alone.” There was something painful in her voice, Cas glanced at her, she was staring out the window.

“You’re not alone any-more, I’m here and Dean will come round.”

“Don’t hold your breath, Cas.” Chris leaned forward and turned the radio up “Love this song”, she explained. Cas listened to the words frowning.

“Angel with a shot gun?” he asked eyebrow raised. Chris shrugged.

“Could almost be about you.”

“I don’t own a shotgun.”He sounded confused,  Chris laughed, then realised he was serious.

“Sometimes you are too adorable.” Cas spun the wheel and turned up the drive, there was a car already parked outside the house. He recognised it with a groan.

“That’s the Impala isn’t it”