Sam shut his phone and slammed the impala's door simultaneously, shoving the keys in the ignition and glanced into the back seat before speeding out of the parking lot. "Bobby said to bring him back to the house."

"What?" Castiel looked up from the bleeding man in his lap.

"Keep pressure on the wound." Castiel quickly pushed the dirty rag against Dean's shoulder. The hunter groaned but didn't wake up which Sam considered to be a good sign that at least he wasn't dead. "He said not to bother with the hospital."

"But Sam-"

"He said to take him home." Sam snapped as he reared a corned. "Just don't…just keep pushing on the wound." Castiel nodded, he tried to stem the flow of blood but the knife must have hit something vital because the cloth was already soaked in crimson. Sam made it back in record time, mostly due to the fact he didn't stop for a single read light. Bobby ushered them into the library and Dean was laid out on the couch.

"How exactly do you plan on healing him?" Cas carefully peeled back Dean's shirt to reveal the deep wound that was still pumping out blood. "If we don't do something soon he'll bleed to death."

"We have a visitor." Bobby pushed open the door that led to the kitchen, revealing Mastema sitting crossed legged, holding a bowl and shoveling food into her mouth.

"This is the most amazing thing I have ever tasted." Mastema said, bits of Kraft Dinner falling from her mouth.

"You made her food?" Sam said disbelievingly.

"It shut her up for a few minutes." Bobby shrugged.

"Can we focus on the situation at hand?" Castiel snapped, looking over to the angel on the kitchen table. "Mastema, fix him."

Mastema ran her thumb below her lip, wiping yellow cheese sauce away and hopped off the table. Sam and Castiel moved back from Dean to let her have a look at him. "Nah, I don't think I will."

"But-"

"You know you said some awfully mean things to me last time I was here." Her eyes traveled up and down Dean's bloody torso. "It would be basic manners to apologize."

Castiel bristled and hissed out. "Absolutely not."

"Oh well," Mastema rolled her eyes and sat down on the edge of the couch, shoving Dean's feet aside "I never much like Dean anyways."

"I'm sure Castiel's very sorry." Sam jumped in before Castiel could mess the situation up anymore. Mastema folded her arms over her chest she looked over at Castiel who glared back. "Cas, come on."

"I…" Castiel looked down at Dean who was barely breathing and swallowed. "I'm very sorry, Mastema. That was rude of me to say, I was feeling unwell and-"

She didn't wait for him to finish before she reached over and laid two fingers against Dean's neck. Dean shot up with a deep gasp, nearly kicking Mastema in the face and not looking to happy to find her sitting so close. "Are these near death experience going to be a common occurrence?"

"Screw you, I didn't ask for you help." She shrugged and twirled a strand of blonde hair between nails that were caked in dirt. "And fix Sam."

"You know," Mastema gave Sam a sickly sick smile and leaned closer "I think you're perfect, just the way you are."

Sam cringed and looked away, an insult on the tip of his tongue but he kept it to himself. He didn't want to go one more minute with Lucifer hanging around.

"As for the believers among the nations…"She pricked her thumb and dragged the bloody digit across Sam stomach. "They should keep themselves from what is sacrificed for idols as well from blood."

The sigil glowed a faint blue then dimmed, Sam dropped his shirt back down and mumbled a thank you. Mastema turned to Castiel spoke a language neither brother could understand but it sounded like a question. He replied in the same language, shoulders pulled back and eyes set in a glare. Mastema didn't look happy with his answer and shook her head, she motioned to Dean and spoke again. Castiel responded, raising his voice and pointed at Sam then snapping at Mastema.

"Hey! English please." Dean stood between Mastema and Castiel, stopping the conversation right there. Mastema ignored him and held a hand out to Sam, reached into his jacket and pulling out a tiny glass bottle.

"These?" She shook the bottle rattling the teeth inside and Castiel nodded grimly. "I could probably manage it. You two, out."

"No."

"If you want to see Castiel whimpering like a little kitten then by all means stay." Mastema popped the cork out of the glass vile.

"It's fine Dean." Castiel assured Dean. He still wasn't fully convinced but before he could say anything Sam grabbed his arm and pulled him off to the kitchen, sliding the doors closed. Sam reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

"I found this on the windshield." He unfolded it and handed it to his brother.

Just messing with you angel boy.

Nikki

"She dots her i's with hearts." Dean muttered, crumpling the note and tossing it behind him "Crazy bitch."

"This is getting serious Dean." A muffled cry rang out behind the door and Mastema told Cas to stop being such a baby. "I think we need to talk to him, get us to tell us what he knows."

"We've already done that, Crowley's pissed he got double crossed."

"You don't really think that's all, do you? I mean Crowley could have just killed him but he's still alive there has to be a reason for it." Sam picked up the crumpled note, smoothed it out and studied the words like there might be some hidden message in them. "I think you should stay here with Cas, Bobby and I will go work the case in Colton."

"You want me to babysit?"

"No, just talk to him."

"Yeah, why don't I rent The Notebook and stoke up on chocolate fudge ice cream." Dean snorted.

"Can you be serious for five minutes?" Sam put the note on the kitchen table and closed the gap between him and his brother. "If she takes him again we might not get him back."

The door slid open and Castiel walked in, rubbing his sore jaw. "I believe she made that hurt more then necessary."

"Uh, Cas." Dean tapped the side of his mouth mirroring the smudge of blood staining Castiel's lip. Castiel quickly wiped his shirt sleeve but the motion cause another wave of pain in his jaw. "So you're all put back together."

"For the most part." Castiel agreed. He looked between Dean and Sam sensing the tension between them and asked "Is something wrong."

"Dean's going to stay here with you." Sam jumped in before Dean could say anything. "He's a little shook up after what happened."

"Oh." Castiel looked at Dean easily seeing through Sam's lie, Dean had been through enough near death experiences to not let it bother him anymore. "You won't need any help Sam?"

"No, Bobby and I got it. You two just relax." Sam started for the door and flashed a grin at his brother. "Dean's getting ice cream."

And of course when Dean was done changing Castiel was already waiting in the car so Dean was forced to actually get ice cream. Of course it was goopy by the time they got home they got back to Bobby's house. Dean stuck the container in the freezer and Castiel and him just sat awkwardly in complete silence for the next forty five minutes. Finally Dean dropped a bowl in front of Castiel and stuck a spoon right in the middle of the ice cream mountain. Dean had assumed Castiel would badger him with questions, he was pretty sure that this was the first time Castiel had ever had dessert, but they only ate in complete silence.

A few bites in Castiel hissed and cupped his hand over his temple. The spoon cluttered to the table and Castiel shoved the half empty bowl away before he grabbed the other side of his head.

"It's just brain freeze Cas." Dean placed a hand over Castiel's hand even though he knew it wouldn't really do much.

"I don't like it!"

"Rub your thumb against the roof of your mouth. That's supposed to help." Castiel sucked a thumb into his mouth and slowly his the tension that scrunched his face up disappeared.

"Why would you ever buy such a thing?"

"Ice creams great, you just have to eat it slowly."

"I don't want any more." Dean shrugged, picked up the bowls and shoved them back in the freezer. When he turned around he saw Castiel reach across the table and picked up the discarded note. Dean tried to tell him to stop but his eyes were already roaming over the sloppy cursive. "…What is this?"

"It's nothing." Dean hurried over and snatched the paper out of Castiel's hand.

"Nothing?" Castiel's eyes snapped over to Dean, he opened his mouth to say something else but didn't get a chance to. Dean grabbed hold off Castiel's shirt and yanked him onto his feet, before he had a chance to react Dean slammed his lips against Castiel's. Dean wrapped an arm around Castiel's waist and pulled him close as he stepped back, inching his way to the door. He slipped his tongue between Castiel's lips but his mind wandered to the plan he had jumped into. Distract Castiel, bring him upstairs and right before they tumble back on to the bed Dean would say he heard a car door slam, pretend to freak out and leave Cas up there while he hid out downstairs and avoided any more awkward conversations.

"Dean, stop." Castile pushed against Dean's chest till he was released.

"What?" Dean moved closer to Castiel but the fallen angel pulled away again and moved to the other side of the kitchen. Castiel kept his back to Dean, his body tense and hands gripped into fists.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Dean said after several moments of agonizing silence.

"I thought it was."

"Of course you finally get what you want and it not good enough." Dean snorted. "The day you figure out what you want they should through a big freaking parade."

"What I want?" Castiel bit out, he spun around and glared at Dean. "What I want is to be able to touch you without you acting like a bitch for the next week I want you to touch me and not have a panic attack because Sam might find out. And if you can't do that don't bother touching me at all, in fact stay away from me in general, obviously I've misread the situation."

"What situation?" Dean yanked open the fridge door and looked for beer, whiskey, anything. "There's no situation Cas, there's just you trying to play the hero but I'm no damsel in distress.

"I-I-I-" Castiel stuttered his rage boiling over and stopping him from forming words. Dean snorted and Castiel finally managed to spit out "I saved your life."

"What you did was fucking stupid."

"She was going to kill you!"

"I've survived worse." Dean slammed the fridge door and turned back to Castiel. "If you ever pull a stunt like that again, demons will be the least of your problems."

Castiel's breath hitched and his whole body visibly tensed, his eyes shot over to the note still sitting on the table and Dean had the sudden urge to punch himself for being so stupid. "She's going to kill me."

"No she won't."

"I don't want to die." Castiel ran a shaky hand through his hair and forced his eyes away from the folded paper. Dean raised a hand to comfort him but Castiel stepped away. "Before when I was angel, I didn't have to worry about dying, it was easy to be brave when there is no danger. And when I fell I wasn't afraid of dying because at least I'd die for something, fighting for a cause. But this...if Nikki kills me it will just be pointless and- and bloody."

"She can't get to you if you're with us."

"She already has Dean." He shook his head and added "twice."

"Come on, when has a demon ever been able to outrun us?"

"I wish I could believe it was that simple." Castiel shook his head and left, Dean heard the stairs squeak as Castiel climbed upstairs and at least got his wish of being left alone.

Okay I know I promised fluff in this chapter, and I totally tried to do it, I tried for nearly a month but it just kind of ruined the flow and I re-wrote it like 8 times. I'm very sorry...I promise it won't take this long to write another chapter and eventually I'll get to some fluff.