Plaid Shirts and a Trench Coat

Chapter 6 *Castiel's(Actual Cas, not his son) POV*

"It's good to be back. Sort of." I get out of the impala, and dust off my trench coat. I make my way into Bobby's house and take a deep breath. "Dean? Sam?" "BACK HERE CAS." Sam calls out. I follow the sound of his voice to Bobby's closet. A room filled with weapons, hex bags, and salts. "Hey boys." They turn around, confused. "Castiel? Like?" Sam pokes me and Dean walks around me in circles, then splashes holy water on me. "Okay, Sam that hurts. Dean, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, had to make sure. Ya know, since last time." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a White Castle burger, takes a bite, and offers me some. "I had enough during the famine. The sight of red meat now, makes me nauseous."

"More for me then." He says, as he shoves the last of the burger in his mouth. "Why are you back? How?" Sam asks.

"I have my ways. At least I don't sell my soul like some people." Dean looks taken back as he fills a suitcase with every weapon under the sun. "Welcome back, Cas." I lean against the wall as they continue to take Bobby's items. "The real question is what the hell are you guys doing?"

"Back in the business, Cas. We're back at it." Dean's in control. Sam's just a spectator. He looks at me and shrugs his shoulders, completely oblivious to why Dean's doing this. "Dean come here." I left Sam behind, watching, as I dragged Dean into the kitchen. "Yes, Cas?"

"Why are you doing this again?" I ask. "Doing what?" Was he really THAT clueless?

"Dean- When I dragged you from perdition, you were torn up, like the hell hounds had torn you to shreds every second of the day." He tried to cut me off, but I didn't let him.

"I saw you ripped apart. Forty years of torture. It looked like a hundred years. You were broken, and lost. I was broken, and lost. There's this scar on your..." Dean looks down and scrunches his nose, then looks back up. "It hasn't healed. You could imagine what I went through to restore your man-hood. You're welcome."

I hear a laugh come from Sam, as I notice he's creeped up closer. "What you suffered is unspeakable. I cannot pour enough of my love, and faith into you to restore you completely. But I'm trying. I watched you slowly get back together, fall apart, over and over. I've watched you cry, and try to drown yourself in that so called whiskey at four am while Sam was sleeping."

"I was raised to protect the profited, the worthy. Somehow you were both. You and Sam were the ones the Lord saw potential in. But in your case, you being in hell, I was picked to save you, because you would be the soul to save your brother, and you have done so. You seem to forget things, but I can't. A celestial being like me, cannot forget such things that they're involved with." Dean nods his head, and looks down, avoiding eye contact.

"I know how to kill. You do. Sam does. We all know how to battle and kill, we know how to form a bond over time. I know how to cleanse souls of evil and how to stop a war, but I cannot stop you Dean. The last time I tried to stop you, it led to Lucifer obtaining my body and taking over. We both know how that went. Sam too." His concentration great-ens on the wood flooring beneath our feet. "When I found you, I became lost. I became lost in the world of Dean and Sam Winchester. I bled after the fights, and scoured for some energy from the Lord. On this journey, I may have lost myself, but I made sure you found yourself...Now that you have, you seem to think it is okay to risk everything again. Sam is clearly lost, and I am too. A celestial being who could never get lost, is lost because the human he is protecting, has found himself. I have nothing more to obtain here, with 'protecting' you." His eyes glance up, and lock onto mine.

"But you must understand, is this is going to go how it went last time. You will lose yourself again, and risk going back to perdition. Lucifer has the chance to come back up..." I take a deep breath, and turn around to see Sam leaning against the doorway. "And I know, you will break again- and if you lose yourself again, I will have nothing left, because once the person who us celestials are guarding, has lost themselves, neither the celestial, or the person they are protecting, can gain what they had back- and we both will be lost in the avalanche of demons and there will be nothing left." Sam crept up closer behind me.

"You have given me so much, and I cannot lose the one human that remembered me after being saved from perdition. You are a rare being, that I have never come across before in my times of an Angel. You have proven to me that you are much more than some...person." Sam stands besides Dean, as I notice a tear rolling down Dean's cheek. "Like I said, Sam is clearly lost... no offence Sam." I look up to him and he shrugs his shoulders. "And you have finally find yourself, after not fighting for a while. So why are you doing this again?"

He looks up at me, breathing heavy. I watch his chest ascend and descend in an offbeat rhythm. His voice is shaky, and his eyes are glossed over. "Because I'm scared Cas. What if they're out for me again?"