Castiel wasn't alone. He hadn't been alone in what felt like a very long time. Lucifer, his brother made sure of that. He was always there, mocking him, torturing him. Castiel was in hell, except…Castiel knew he wasn't actually in hell, he knew that his body was currently in a room sitting on a bed unmoving. Except no, that wasn't right. It wasn't his body. It was someone else's, it was… he couldn't remember anymore, it had been his for so long, he couldn't remember who the body had once belonged to. Castiel tried to focus. In his head he was in hell. In reality he was sitting on a bed in a room in a hospital somewhere in North America. He had once known the state and the city, but he couldn't remember those anymore. He had tried holding on to that. Only the pain kept dragging him back to the prison that was his mind. Over and over for how long now? It didn't matter. Castiel knew that he would be forever in hell, there never be any relief.

Castiel gasped. He felt hands on his face. His actual face in that room he was physically in. Gentle hands, feminine. They were holding his head, fingers running over his cheeks. Then there was a voice, a soft, kind voice. Castiel yearned to join the person whose voice that was. Something about it was familiar and comforting. But who…?

"Cassie," Lucifer wrenched him away from the voice and the hands and back into hell.

Dean Winchester leaned back on the motel's small bed, his jean clad legs stretching out to their full extent on top of the stained bedspread (what the stains were he wouldn't allow himself to think of). He popped the top of a beer, taking a sip, and turned on the small black and white television set (frankly he was surprised that the television set had a remote, it looked pretty damn old).

He let his mind wander, the current episode of Dr. Sexy MD not enough to hold his attention only partially because it kept flickering. Dean closed his eyes, feeling a headache forming. He wondered when Sam was going to show up with their food, he had left what felt like ages ago. Dean hoped that his brother remembered to pick up some pie. Sadly pie was the highlight of his life at the moment considering everything that was going on with the Leviathans, and Bobby and Cas…

The thirty something year old groaned when his phone rang bringing him abruptly back to reality. He had hoped that Sam was on his way back, but if he was calling him that meant he would have to wait even longer for his pie.

"Yea," Dean said gruffly into the phone not bothering to look at the screen to see who was calling. Not that there were many people who called him these days. Most of them were either dead or missing. He sat up eyes flying open when he heard a very familiar voice.

"Meg. This had better be important," Dean growled into the phone. He hated having to talk to the demon without being able to kill her. He really hated having to depend on her to watch over Cas while he was so vulnerable. In general he just hated the demon that had been plaguing his life for the past six or so years.

Dean sat up and grabbing the remote, turned off the TV. once what the demon was telling him began to sink in.

"What? Are you sure?" Dean's heart started racing, "I'm serious Meg, if this is some sort of joke," Dean paused, "yea, be there soon." Dean closed his phone, unsure of what to make of what Meg had told him, but knowing he and Sam had to get to Cas as soon as possible.

"Hey Dean, I forgot your pie," Sam said as he let himself into the motel room his back to his brother. He turned and saw the look on his older brother's face.

"Hey I'm kidding the pie's right here." Sam raised the bag he held in his left hand up for Dean's inspection.

"It's not that," Dean said hesitating before continuing, "It's Cas." Sam stopped in his tracks, his face whitening.

"What about Cas?" he asked hoarsely putting the bag with the pie on the floor and looking back at his brother worriedly. Regardless of what Cas had done in the past he still cared about the angel.

"Meg didn't get a good look, but apparently there was someone with Cas in his room. Only no one signed in to see him," Dean shoved his wallet into his jeans and began looking around for the car keys to the car the two brothers were currently driving around.

"We're going to see Cas aren't we?" Sam asked resigned to the long car drive.

"We're going," Dean said holding the keys up and opening the motel door to leave, Sam following him out. A minute later the door opened again so Dean could grab the bag that held the pie which had been forgotten on the floor.

Hours later Meg met the two hunters and led them to the room that Cas was currently in. Entering the room Meg closed the door and locked it behind them. Upon entering the room Dean knelt down in front of his friend who was sitting on the side of the bed looking like he hadn't moved since they had left him there weeks ago.

"Cas, buddy you in there?" Dean waved his hand in front of Cas' face. The angel didn't move or acknowledge Dean in any way. Dean turned his head and looked at Sam who saw the sadness in his brother's eyes even though he knew Dean would deny it with his dying breath. Dean got up and looked at the demon masquerading as a nurse raising an eyebrow.

Meg looked at Dean but didn't say anything.

"Meg, what's going on?" To the demon's surprise it wasn't Dean who had snapped the question at her but Sam getting the other two in the room to swing their heads around to look at him.

"Well well, Sammy, look at you, all angry, you'd think you'd be happy considering your new Lucifer free lifestyle," Meg smirked at Sam who just glared at her. She sighed.

"I came in yesterday morning to check on Mr. Comatose there," she nodded toward Castiel, Dean wincing hearing the demon use an old nickname he had once given the angel.

"As I was opening the door, I saw some movement, before I was struck, hard, on my head. Once I came to she was gone," Meg admitted reluctantly, a look of anger passing over her face at the memory. Dean smiled at someone getting the drop on Meg.

"She?" Sam asked, catching the most important part of what Meg had said. The demon nodded.

"Her reflection was in the window," Meg nodded toward the small window in the heavy metal door. "A woman, dark hair," she shrugged, "that's all I saw."

Dean looked at Meg and then at Castiel who showed no signs of life, Sam could see the distress in his eyes.

"You don't think whoever she was, was hurting Cas?" Sam asked worried.

"How could you tell?" Meg asked. To Sam's surprise she didn't seem smug; she actually seemed rather neutral about the whole thing. The man shrugged it off.

Dean stood staring at his best friend, or former best friend or whatever he was now. He shook his head, "I don't know," he said in a low voice. He swung around suddenly.

"Are there cameras?" he directed at Meg. She shrugged.

"Probably," she answered knowing what the hunter was going to demand next.

"Show me."

Less than an hour later the two hunters and their demon ally, were in the security room going through the tapes. The security guard had been sent off on a (fake) task and the hunters were moving as quickly as possible to see if a dark haired woman showed up on the tapes.

"There," Sam pointed out a dark haired woman making her way seemingly unnoticed by anyone through the halls towards Castiel's room. Meg nodded.

"She's not anyone I recognize, visitor, nurse or patient," she confirmed. They watched as the woman (who Dean judged to be about mid twenties from what he could see of her on the tapes) stopped outside Castiel's door. From the angle of the camera all he could see was her back, he couldn't tell if she had a key or was picking the lock, but within seconds she was slipping inside of Castiel's room. They watched and about five to ten minutes later they saw Meg heading towards Castiel's room. About a minute after she entered the mystery woman slipped back out into the hall and they got a good look at her face.

Dean noted that the woman was rather pretty with long dark curls, and big doe eyes (he couldn't judge the color, the security cameras were in black and white). What really struck him though was the expression on her face. She looked nervous and almost scared?

"Dean?" the man in question looked at his brother who was raising an eyebrow at him, "really you're checking her out? She could be here to hurt Cas," Sam said slightly annoyed.

Dean grinned, "reflex, Sammy."

Meg sighed muttering under her breath.

The two Winchesters decided to check in at the nearest motel and told Meg to keep her eyes open for the mystery woman. The demon made a scathing retort to that, that the boys decided to ignore.

"She's probably human," Sam pointed out to Dean as they were leaving, "There was nothing in the video that suggested otherwise." Dean grunted and shrugged as they left Castiel once again with a demon they didn't like and couldn't trust.

It was two days later before they heard from Meg.

A.N. Thank you for reading. Let me know what you think.