A/N: Well, it didn't take me long to start playing in the Home in Motion sandbox. For those who haven't read the story, there are some mentions to things that happened in Home in Motion, largely that Dean and Cas are in a relationship and have adopted a little boy named Johnny who was born without his left hand. Gabriel is alive and has been working to get Meg to switch sides, Death has an alternate identity as the angel of death Azrael, Cas is now an archangel, and Sam has a girlfriend named Emma.

This picks up just months after the close of Home in Motion, right at Halloween 2012.

Also, feel free to send me suggestions for sequels here or on my tumblr account: nomdeplume1313.

Chapter 1

It's Astounding

"I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey."

Castiel knew he should not complain about the gift his Father gave him, becoming an archangel. He enjoyed the "perks" and the added power now that he had more control of it, but he honestly and truly wished his Father had made him more powerful than Gabriel. Today, he very nearly cursed his father for that.

The day had started out simple enough. Dean was picking up parts for his latest projects—one a small job on an old car for a teenaged driver the other repairing and improving upon a small, plastic, electric car for Johnny—at the nearby auto parts store. Castiel was at the public library with Johnny for Toddler Time. The room was small, and Castiel tended to make the other parents uncomfortable because they thought him "strange," not to mention a few weren't entirely comfortable that he was in a relationship with someone who was a man. This meant he browsed the shelves near the room along with a few of the older children's parents. Johnny, thankfully, had Fallyn there to distract him from his Taddy's absence.

"It's good that you don't have hover like some of the mother hens in there," Dr. Kofi Diallo said as he stood next to Castiel. Fallyn's father spoke in soothing tones, his west African accent quite pleasing to the angel's ears. "It will make your Johnny a strong young man. Though preferably with a little less strength than Fallyn." He chuckled. "That little one is far too opinionated for her own good." Fallyn had, in fact, told her father to go find something to read; she didn't need him during her reading time.

Castiel could sense enough from the man to know that while the doctor wished to encourage her, his family traditions would have preferred his daughter to be a little more demur and a little less commanding. It had been one of the biggest factors in his divorce from Ramona, and he genuinely feared it would cause conflict in his relationship with Fallyn one day. The angel greatly respected that he was at least aware of his internal distress and wished to change it.

"She is a pleasant child," Castiel said. "And well aware of what she wants."

"What she wants is to go to school next year with her cousins, but with her October birthday, it will take some convincing to get the school to let her in." The man shook his head as he pulled a book off the shelf and glanced at the back cover. "Do you know what she told me? She was only 'okay' with the late start because it meant she might get to hang out with Johnny. I am quite worried your son has already managed to charm my daughter."

Though the angel was aware their children were soulmates and had the potential to become romantic partners one day, he also knew he couldn't tell that to the girl's father. "He managed to charm me."

Kofi laughed. "That's right. I forget sometimes that you and Dean were not in a relationship before Johnny was born. You behave like an old married couple."

"We were friends for years before. That is likely why."

Castiel did not have time to respond before the door to the reading room opened and the children with parents had begun to flood out. The angel began scanning the area for the little boy's black sweatsuit and its bright orange pumpkin-the only recognition of Halloween that would be happening this year, as he was too young to want to trick-or-treat for himself and Samhain has largely ruined the traditions for the Winchester brothers. Castiel and Kofi walked toward the room only to find the librarian looking at Castiel with a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Johnny's Uncle Gabriel came," she stated simply as she sat licking an absurdly large sucker. Castiel assumed Gabriel had used the sweet as a sort of bribe.

"He told me that you had asked him to pick Johnny up. Fallyn recognized him," the librarian said.

They hadn't been far from the door and should have been able to easily see it, but Gabriel had tricked them somehow, snuck in, used an illusion, it didn't matter. What did matter was that Castiel couldn't track him or even sense where he was.

He was going to kill his brother.

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Dean was leaning against the counter while Frank went to get his car parts. Colton, who had a T-bird Dean would love to get under, was standing there, making small talk while he waited for a few parts for his own car. Sadly, Colton did all his own work to the car, meaning he had very little need for Dean's services.

"So, um, you and Singer's kid..." Dean raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure where this was leading. As far as towns—or cities, depending on your definition—in South Dakota went, Sioux Falls was relatively liberal, but this was still South Dakota.

"Yeah..."

"You just aren't what I would expect in a..." Colton was obviously trying very hard not to say something offensive, and Dean could at least give him credit for that. "In a gay guy. That Castiel..." He horribly mispronounced Castiel, and Dean corrected him. "Yeah. Castiel, he's got to be the girl in the relationship, right?"

Frank was within earshot and in Dean's field of vision and the hunter could see the forty-something parts dealer lean his forehead against shelf in front of him. If he'd been near a desk or table, he'd have probably smacked his forehead off of it at the ridiculousness of the question. Dean though, he was trying to show a little patience. Castiel had pointed out once, that there is often a difference between a person who doesn't approve of a certain lifestyle and the person who doesn't understand. Maybe Colton was in the former, but Dean was going to hope for the latter.

"I'm pretty sure you don't want details of our bedroom," Dean said, watching as the other man sputtered. "But, no, not really. We share things around the house. I cook, he cleans, but so do Bobby and Sam. It's a crowded house. We all kind of do our thing." He handed over his bank card—with his actual name on it and everything; that wouldn't ever not be weird—to Frank. "And he's not the kind of guy you want to underestimate. He looks like a little dude, but he's strong."

Even though Jimmy had been kind of wiry, over the last two months, Cas had taken to wearing the amulet that dampened his powers and working out with Dean and Sam. He wanted his body well trained with or without his mojo. He was doing a damned good job at building up muscle, and, if Dean got to see him all sweaty and working out, well, the hunter wasn't complaining.

Dean signed his name to the receipt and took the box of parts from Frank as Cas came into the shop, making the tiny little bell atop the door ring. The hunter nearly made a joke about an angel getting his wings, except he realized that Cas didn't have Johnny with him, and he looked panicked. He, thankfully, had enough foresight to set the box on the counter as he walked over to his partner. "Cas? What is it? Where's Johnny?"

"My brother..." Cas's voice was irritated, not so much the panic that Dean could still see on his features, meaning the angel wasn't talking about that brother. "...he thought it would be a good idea to spend some time with his nephew, and he snatched him out from under my nose at Toddler Time."

"Which brother?" Balthazar, they could summon; Metatron was a sort of adopted brother and Cas didn't really call him one; he usually stuck with "sister" when talking about Azrael, because the angel didn't know about her being Death in freaking disguise. But, Dean already knew who it had to be.

"It was Gabriel," Cas said. Of course it was. Dean waved a quick goodbye to the men in the shop and left with Cas at his side. They were going to start having discussions that would go over the other men's heads, or that might possibly confuse them worse than they already were.

"I'm going to kill him," Dean said. "We need to get Sam and Emma on the phone, Bobby and Jody, and you get in touch with Balthazar and Metatron. I'll give Azrael a call—"

And before Dean could finish the sentence, he felt the pull of angel express taking him somewhere against his will. When he landed wherever he was, he would have fallen flat on his face if it hadn't been for Cas's quick catch.

The angel looked up at Dean, blue eyes curious behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. He had to tilt his head up further than usual; Dean was much taller than he used to be. He could feel the angel supporting Dean's weight, muscles straining and twitching; no mojo, then, because Cas could easily handle Dean's weight and then some most of the time. Dean couldn't help but notice that his feet were uncomfortable, tilted, but he tried not to focus on why. His body was definitely chillier than it should have been in the jeans, flannel shirt and a coat that he'd been wearing when he stepped out of the auto parts store. Again, he tried so hard not to think of the why.

Cas was shirtless; Dean could see that and feel that. He looked down at his own hand on the angel's shoulder, almost fearing as he was putting all of this together that he'd find his nails painted, but they weren't. He was, however, wearing a pair of fingerless gloves. Kind of black and silver things that went up his forearms to his elbows. Fuck.

"Dean..." Cas said, moving fingers to Dean's lips. He pulled them back and looked curiously at the digits. "It didn't come off."

It took only moments for Dean to realize what Cas meant by that. "I have lipstick on?" he asked, a dread pooling in his gut as he glanced around at the other people in the lobby of what looked to be a movie theater. Cas nodded.

Though he knew he should focus on what he was wearing, but he was desperate to delay the inevitable. Cas was wearing a pair of tighty whiteys, but they were an old style, freaking huge, even though Dean was pretty sure they fit his partner the way they were supposed to. Normally, Dean would be happy to appreciate an opportunity to see the angel shirtless, but the lingering fear being realized with each pass of his eyes over Cas's skin dampened the mood. Cas wore white socks and black dress shoes.

And when he saw Cas's shoes, there was no denying what was on his own feet. He was in a pair of black heels with a strap at the top. He had on black hose, and as his eyes moved upward, he saw garters, black women's underwear, and a black corset-vest-thing. The son of a bitch had even shaved his legs. He was going to kill Gabriel.

One hand tentatively reached up to his hair, covered by a curly wig that didn't seem to be budging. It slid down to his face, where he could feel a layer of powdery stuff on his cheeks, his eyelashes had gunk—mascara-on them, and his lips felt glossy. But, as Cas had noted earlier, none of it was coming off.

"GABRIEL!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

Almost simultaneously, he heard an angry "Goddamn it Gabriel!" and an amused "Bloody fucking Gabriel" from opposite sides of the room.

From his new height, Dean was able to spot who he thought was his brother, though he looked like he was wearing a short blond wig and about as much clothing as Cas. Emma had fared better, with a cardigan and dress. Sam didn't seem to spot Dean, though she did; her face gave just a momentary look of surprise, and then quickly steeled itself. She began guiding a fuming Sam over to Dean and Cas, and in that moment, the hunter had to decide whether or not he let his brother see him like this, and he didn't have long to come to that decision.

He felt Cas's bare arm wrap around his waist and he glanced down to see those big blue eyes looking up at him earnestly. Dean didn't know what it was about those glasses, but they made the angel look freaking young. And kind of sexy.

"Dr. Frank N Furter, I presume," said a voice behind him. Dean turned to find Balthazar wearing something that looked like it was made entirely of glitter and sequences, not to mention, it was definitely not made with men in mind, though he was one to talk at that moment. Balthazar was Columbia, his memory supplied, which made Metatron a very pissy looking Riff Raff. "How are you doing in the heels? I don't know if those were really designed for legs as bowed as yours."

"You don't exactly look like you're struggling in yours," Dean noted as he continued to lean on Cas.

"I'm an angel, Dean. I haven't always had a male vessel." Balthazar waved a hand over the glittery get-up. "And this is nothing compared to the layers of stuff those poor Victorian women had to wear."

Any opportunity to flee left Dean's mind as his brother snorted in barely contained laughter. "Dean, is that you?"

"Fuck you all," Dean swore.