Sam held your hand the whole time, not even caring if it hurt their cover as FBI. You were human, having fallen with hundreds of other angels from Heaven last Tuesday when Metatron took power. Which also meant you could not walk in heels. But that's what Dean had bought you despite Sam's insistence that he buy you flats for your FBI cover. It's not as hot. That's what Dean's mentality was. As if you needed any help being hotter than the sun.

"What the hell…Is that Cas?"

Dean grunts, nodding his head towards a strangely dressed man wielding a gun. Sam sighs, pulling you closer to him as Dean runs over to deescalate the situation with the officer Cas was threatening.

"Sorry, honey. I promise it isn't normally like this."

He brushes your long hair against your back, fixing your headband.

"Shoulda let me put your hair up; told you it was windy."

Sam smiles and kisses your nose, just to see that pretty blush fall across your freckled cheeks.

"Cas, you know this is an angel situation, right? I mean, you left that night because angels were on your ass."

Sam says as you approach Cas and Dean.

"Yeah, and you were given new life, early retirement, working your way up the Gas & Sip ladder."

Dean adds, clapping his friend on the back.

"Well, if angels are slaughtering one another, I have to do what I can to help. It's a risk we should be willing to take. Don't you think?"

Cas shrugs and smiles.

"Hey, Cas is back in town."

You all stare at him incredulously.

"Seriously. Did you- did he just say that?"

Dean scoffs, confiscating Cas's gun. Cas complains, trying to use his non existent powers to get it back.

"How come My Persona gets a gun?"

"Cause I'm supervising her."

Sam sighs.