Help Me, Help You.

Baby steps (Cas' pov)

It's been a week or so since I've started traveling the states with the Winchesters. We've only slept in the car, so I was getting a little tired of waking up on smashed bags of fries in the backseat. I lived with it though. I made it my goal to never bitch about anything, unless the boys were bitching too.

"Check this out," Sam held up his laptop. " So called 'haunted house' in Oklahoma City has been gaining more and more visitors lately. None of the people have come out again, except for one Neil Jordan, who escaped without the ability to see, most likely due to improper lighting in the old house."

I squealed. "FIRST CASE LETS GO! CM'ON LET'S GO" they both laughed. "Well if it's a ghost case those are normally pretty easy.." Dean looked at me from the driver's seat. "You think you can handle it?"

"I WAS BORN READY YOU HUNTER! DRIVE FASTER." We drove for another day and a half before we got to a hotel. The sign read Palm Tree Inn and everything was in fact covered in palm trees. It was kind of annoying. Dean was the first one to get to the door, so he held it open for both me and Sam. I smiled in his direction.

Once we reached the kiosk Dean pulled out his wallet. "Room for three?" The blonde lady behind the counter shook her head. "We only have one and two bed rooms." Dean made a weird face. "We'll take that then." He gave the woman her money. "I'll sleep in a chair." I replied with a quiet sigh as we went up the elevator to our room, number 460.

I was so happy to actually see a bed. I wondered if that's how the boys felt too, just driving around for days. I plopped on one of the beds stomach first. I grunted, but it was still better than not having a pillow. "Hey, perk up." Dean said, shoving some fries in my face. I sat up and nibbled at the fries as Sam told us what he was able to collect from his research in the car. I was curious to find out why he always had wifi.

"So a decade back this chick Anna Taylor died in the house, and I guess she was kind of pissed off. It says suicide, but I highly doubt that."
It did seem like an easy case. "Let's burn her bones." I suggested, finishing off the last of my "meal".
I sighed and furrowed my brow. That seemed like a nasty job.. "Don't worry about it now Castiel.." Dean got up to take my trash away from me. "It's late, we should all hit the hay." Sam nodded. I proceeded by changing into a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of weird shorts. I slipped under my covers and started drifting asleep even though the boys were still "setting up" everything. Hiding rock-salt guns, changing their clothes, picking up bits of trash, saving pages of evidence, etc.,.

Later on I woke up to the sound of Dean, struggling to fit long-ways in the chair he claimed as his own. The street lights shown through the blinds and illuminated his back and the side of his face. I tore the covers off of my body and sneaked over to the chair.

"Dean?" He grunted.
"Cas, go back to sleep. We got your back."
I pressed my fingers against his cool face. He was probably freezing cold.
"Dean pull yourself up and get into my bed. This chair is way too small for a big guy like you."
He grinned.
"You calling me fat?"
I poked his muscular arm. "Hell no! Get your butt off of this thing or all your muscle is going to fall off without you." He finally agreed and pushed himself to sit upwards. I kind of tugged him the rest of the way. "Now, isn't that better?" I pulled the covers over his shoulder and over mine. I got into a comfortable spot, facing the opposite way of Dean, and closed my eyes. I felt him turning, and he wrapped his cool arms around me.

"Thanks, Angel." Was the last thing I heard escape his lips.

Sam woke us both up. He giggled. "I knew you couldn't stay away from each other." Dean whacked his legs. "Geez.. I just wanted to say 'good morning.' Get dressed you two.. Or should I say agents Collins and Ackles." He threw two wallet things at us, fake FBI badges. "Alright!" I opened mine and inspected it thoroughly. It looked so real. "Really? Ackles? What kind of name is that?" Sam shrugged at Dean. "It's just a random name, so chill. It's not yours anyway." I hugged my badge. " I like it. It has a nice ring to it."
Dean just rolled his eyes. "Don't get used to it." He kissed the top of my head and grabbed a suit out of his bag. Oh yeah.. I thought. I should probably get ready. I tossed on my normal attire. Tie, trench coat, the rest. (Not in that order.) when I was tying my shoes, Dean poked his head between my eyes and the ground. "So What do ya' think? " he stuck his arms out to the side and turned in a complete circle. He was wearing a fancy suit with a bluish-grey tie. He also replaced his combat boots with dress shoes. He looked impressive. "Great." I smiled. I lost my grin as I looked at my clothes. He looked so much better than me. It made me feel worse when Sam came out. His suit was grey and he had a black tie to go with it. "You look fine." Sam reassured, readjusting his tie. "Yeah you do." Dean used wet hands to reshape my hair, or at least make it a little more tame and business-like. He dried his hands in a towel and took both of mine. He helped me off of the bed. We all grabbed our badges and headed out the door.

"First stop, The Taylor's house." Sam and Dean closed their doors in unison, but I was a little behind. "Yay.." I was slowly loosing enthusiasm to work the case. I was still the odd one out. I pushed the feeling aside. I was going to hunt a ghost! And, with Dean, one of the greatest people I've ever met. Sam came in as a close second. I could proudly say I loved those two boys, and I was ready to go through thick and thin with them.