"Congratulations, dude," Dean grinned. "Uh, you did lose your virginity this time, right?" Castiel flushed, looking at the floor, nodding slightly. Dean chuckled, clapping him on the back.

"'Bout freakin' time," he remarked. Castiel's blush deepened.

"Dean, shut up," Sam snapped. Dean stuck his tongue out at him.

"Any ideas on why I'm human, or not?" He mumbled. The brothers turned to Bobby, who rolled toward them.

"Only thing I can think of is ya lost your faith, kid," he sighed. Castiel's brow furrowed. He looked at the floor. "I mean, all this did happen after you all found out God's stayin' out of this, right?" The trio nodded. "Angels are supposed to have faith in somethin', right? And for you to not have any mojo at all must mean you don't have faith in nothin'."

"So…what do I do?" He asked softly.

"Have faith," the older man said simply. Castiel pursed his lips.

"In what?" Bobby shook his head.

"That's up to you, kid."

Castiel shut his eyes, cursing that damned bar Annabelle worked out to Hell for taking her away from him. She'd be able to help him. They hadn't talked much about his celestial status, and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn't want her to see him as an angel. He wanted her to see him as himself.

He swallowed hard. "I…I need some air."

I stepped out onto the street, walking into a brisk crowd, instantly being nudged and jostled for walking so slowly. I didn't notice. Or care.

Half of me wanted to consume an entire bottle of the hardest liquor I could find. I'd had this craving for quite some time. It dulled the pain, made the hole in my chest a little less ragged. It helped the abandonment feel a little less hollow.

How could I have faith when there was nothing to have faith in? Father would not help me, the apocalypse is at hand and we will most likely lose this pointless fight.

I shuddered as the memory of my dream. The white light, the bellowing thunder, the blood…

That was how it was going to end. We would perish. And there wasn't anything I could do to stop it anymore. I had no idea what to do.

I leaned against the wall, sniffing a little. Nothing…I had nothing.

The thought hit me like a ton of bricks.

Suddenly I was running down the street, pushing past the people that had pushed me. I knew something I could have faith in.

I burst into the bar, not caring about the strangers staring at me. The only thing that concerned me was those beautiful hazel eyes.

I hopped up and over the counter, landing right in front of her.

"Cas, what the hell are you-?" I kissed her, cutting her off, before she could finish.

"I'll cover for you," Nicole giggled.

Annabelle and I fell back into the hall, still kissing. It was good that we were out of sight from the onlookers and the patrons of this place.

Something strange happened inside me. I felt warmth building in my stomach and slowly, a white light started to emit from me.

Annabelle's eyes were wide when she saw the light. She didn't try to back away from him. In fact, she felt safer with him holding her, even though what was frightening her was coming from him.

They were bathed in warm, white light that filled the entire hallway.

She looked up at him when it died down. Immediately she could tell there was something different. It was in his eyes, his posture, his expression. Something was different, off. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not.

"Cas?" She whispered. He smiled warmly at her. "Cas…are…are you an angel again?" He nodded.

"I think so," he said truthfully. Even his voice sounded a little different.

"How?" She breathed, still in awe. He pushed her hair back.

"Because if it's one thing I have faith in, it's how I feel about you," he whispered. She broke into a huge grin. She chewed her lip. She couldn't tell if he was the same or not. What if…what if he wasn't who he was a minute ago?

She touched his cheek, smiling. "You're still unbelievably cute, right?" He blushed, looking at the floor, peeking at her through his lashes.

"That's a matter of opinion."

She sighed. Her Cas was still there. He was still there…

"So…what now?"

Castiel wrapped his arms around her. "Can we do this?"

"We…we're leaving?" He said in a small voice.

"Well I doubt the end of the world's gonna happen in Queens, Cas," Dean said, tossing clothes into his duffel.

"But…I…" He looked at the floor. "I wish you would've told me earlier." Dean frowned and smacked Sam in the back of the head.

"Ow! What the hell?"

"I told you to tell him!"

"No, I told you to tell him!"

"Oh, yeah right, you- Where'd he go?" The brothers turned and looked at the empty space that had once been Castiel.

"Man, I liked it better when he couldn't do that. Now he's gonna pop up while I'm in the shower-"

"He came in while you were in the shower?" Sam asked, trying not to laugh. Dean shuddered.

"No. I read it in one of those psychotic fanfictions." He shivered again. "I couldn't eat for three days." Sam grimaced.


"You think that's gross," Dean snorted. "You should see the stuff with you and Gabriel," he grinned, stepping toward the bathroom.

"WHAT?" Sam bellowed. Dean giggled and shut the door. "I'm gonna be sick…"

"Cas, don't do that!" Annabelle exclaimed, hand over her chest.

"Sorry," he mumbled. She frowned, setting down the bowl of chips on the counter.

"Honey, what's wrong?" She asked. He looked up at her sadly, the sight of his eyes swimming hurting her heart. "Cas," she went to him, cradling his face. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I…we…Sam and Dean are leaving," he said softly. "And…and that means I have to go too." Her heart sank with her stomach. She didn't want him to go…

"But, can't you, why?" She stammered. He pursed his lips.

"Because, they need me," he said truthfully. She bit her lip.

"Can't I go with you?" She knew it would never happen, but she had to try. He took a deep breath, blinking rapidly to hide tears.

"I want you to come with me more than anything in the world. But…but I don't want you to get hurt. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you. You have…you have to stay here." His voice cracked.

She hugged him, tight and close. "You'll come see me, right?"

"Whenever I can," He said immediately. "I promise."

She sniffed, tears seeping into his shirt, clinging to his trench coat for dear life.

"I…Annabelle, I know I haven't known you for very long," he said so softly she could barely tell he was talking. "And Dean said I shouldn't say this because it might scare you. But…I…I love you." She looked up at him, swallowing hard. He was wincing slightly, like he was afraid of her answer.

"I…I think I love you too," she said softly. Castiel smiled a little, blushing. They stood there for a long time, hugging. Castiel absently stroked her hair.

"I'll miss you," he said shakily. She looked up at him again.

"I'll miss you too."

He kissed her gently, sniffling. "You don't have to stay with me," he said, never breaking her gaze. "You don't have to ever see me again if you don't want to."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because," he swallowed, "I don't want you to be hurt. I don't want you to cry because you miss me."

She kissed him deeply to shut him up.

"I don't want anyone else. I want you, baby." He broke into a huge grin.

"Really?" She nodded.

"I'll call you," he promised, kissing her again. "Everyday. I swear." She smiled.

"Cas, I don't think you're going to lie. Can angels even do that?" She asked. He shook his head.

"I wouldn't have any reason to lie to you anyway," he said honestly. Now she was kissing him. She touched his face and his neck, not wanting him to be more than a few inches away from her.

"I'll see you soon?" She squeaked. He nodded, swallowing hard.

"Soon," he promised. He placed one last, hesitant, soft, chaste kiss on her forehead, and was gone in a flutter.

"She take it alright?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded solemnly. "Well, at least you got your mojo back, right?" He nodded again.

Sam gave Dean a sideways glance, shrugging with him.

"So, uh, how was it?" He grinned. Sam rolled his eyes and got into the car. Castiel glared at him. Dean waggled his eyebrows.

Castiel held up two fingers. "Do you want problems with your bowel movements again?" He growled. Dean's smirk faded.

"That's what I thought."

"Uh, we're headed to West Virginia. I'll call and give you specifics, okay?" He said warily. Castiel nodded, looking smug.

Dean got into the car with his brother, checking to make sure Cas was gone. Sam was stifling laughter once more.

"Maybe him bein' human wasn't a good thing after all," he grumbled, starting the car and pulling out onto the street.



-Thank you all SOOO much for following this, i love you all. From the readers to the reviewers. There WILL be a sequel to this, just not sure of the title yet. I'll post it on my profile when i find out and it should be up soon. God bless you all!-