A/N: Fourth chapter yay! So I lied. Sam is not a jackass. OH WELL it's a lot shorter than I envisioned, but I'm very pleased with the end result. THANKS A BOOTY PATOOTY TON TO MY LOVELY FRIEND Sam-and-Sherlock-in-the-TARDIS FOR HELPING ME WITH THE FLASHBACK! I love you, all of you. *gestures to all of you* Chapter Five should be on its way in the next couple of days, but I've got some holiday stuff happening soooo I might not get a ton of writing done. Thanks for sticking with me, loves!

"Whoa, are you okay?"

I nod, shaking. "Just a little cold," I manage.

"You've been gone for hours," Sam says.

"Yeah, s-sorry about that. I took a w-walk and I went farther than I thought." I sit down in one of the chairs, untying my shoes with trembling fingers and curling into a ball so tight I have doubts of whether I'll ever be able to straighten out.

"A walk?" Dean demands, looking bewildered. "A person doesn't just go out for a walk and be gone for three hours."

I roll my eyes. "Fine! A run. I went on a run."

"How far did you go?" Sam asks.

I avoid both their gazes. "A mile, okay? I used to do track when I was in middle school. I run."

"Okay. Add that to the list of things I didn't know about you," Dean mutters, turning back to whatever he's been reading.

"Where's Castiel?" I ask.

"Gone," Sam says. "He decided to go check out that town and see if he could discover anything. Hey, are you sure you're okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Um, is there by any chance a gateway to Hell anywhere near here? I'm a bit chilly," I say, shivering violently. Sam grabs my wrist.

"Holy crap, you're frozen solid! Why didn't you say anything?"

I shrug. "I'm a stubborn ass, Sam. Why do you think?" I accept the blanket he passes me, wrapping it around myself and sinking lower into the chair. Dean snorts. I flick him the finger and clear my throat. "So did you guys get anything done?"

"A bit. But it's late. You should go to bed, okay?" Sam asks, giving me his big puppy dog eyes. I hesitate before rolling my eyes and sighing.

"Fine, fine. Don't stay up too long." I give them both hugs and amble off to the room I normally inhabit during my stays at Bobby's. I fall into bed and am asleep before I hit the mattress.

Dean, what's 'Tumblr'?" Castiel asked, squinting at the computer screen with his head tilted to one side. Dean shrugged, paying more attention to the map laid out in front of him than to his best friend.

"I dunno. Ask Sam."

As if on cue, Dean's younger brother meandered in, holding three beers. "Sam?"

"Yeah, Cas?" Sam asked, offering one of the drinks to Castiel, who accepted it.

"What is this 'Tumblr'?"

Sam leaned down, examining the computer screen. "Well, looks to me like a social website, kinda like Facebook. I guess people blog about TV shows or books that they like. Why?"

Cas shrugged. He was bored, so he—naturally—had decided to go through Dean's things. That was when he had discovered the strange device. Sam joined Dean at the table, reading a random passage of a book aloud. Castiel tilted his head to the side, clearly confused.

"Dean, come here," he said abruptly. Dean looked up, arching one eyebrow, and joined the angel.

"What is—oh dear God, make it stop!" he said, shielding his beautiful green eyes with one hand.

"Oh, that is sick."

"Dean, I don't understand. How do these people know what we look like? What is this drawing depicting us intended to symbolize?" he asked, flustered. Dean would have laughed if there had not been a disturbing sketch of himself and Cas taking up most of the screen. Castiel looked almost as freaked out as he had been when Dean took him to the brothel.

"Just—scroll away, Cas. Just scroll away," he muttered.

Castiel shrugged and obliged, the space between his eyebrows wrinkled with confusion. He did not understand the purpose of the drawing. Was the artist implying that he, Castiel, an angel of the Lord, was partaking in relations of a sexual nature with Dean Winchester?

Dean wandered back to Sam's table, shaking his head vigorously as if trying to permanently remove the image of the drawing from his brain. Sam laughed at him, deep dimples showing.

"Man. I'm going to need some brain bleach," Dean muttered gruffly, passing his hand over his face and shaking his head some more before seating himself.

Cas used the little contraption that Sam called the 'mouse'—although in his opinion it looked nothing like a small rodent—and scrolled through various drawings and photos, occasionally stopping to quizzically stare at different things. At one point he paused, narrowing his eyes in confusion as he stared at yet another drawing.

"Sam?" Castiel asked, tilting his head in the way he did whenever he didn't understand something. Needless to say, he tilted his head a lot. Sam stood and ambled over to him, his arms swinging by his sides.

The angel pointed at the screen. On the blue background of the website a black and white drawing depicted Sam and Gabriel, obviously in the midst of a kiss. Sam's eyes widened and he stumbled back, looking like he was going to be sick.

"I trust this has never happened before." Cas stated, watching Sam's face intently.

"Yeah, you could say that. I would never" – he squinted at the caption below the picture – "'give in to the throes of fiery passion' with Gabriel." Dean barked out a laugh, guffawing at Sam's contorted facial expression.

Castiel scrolled some more and came upon the picture he had shown Dean a few minutes earlier. Sam burst out laughing. "Wow, Dean. I never knew that you were so flexible. Is that position even anatomically possible?"

Dean turned beet red and took a long pull of his beer, muttering under his breath about something that sounded like "At least I didn't canoodle with Gabriel" and "Stupid Sam."

Cas glanced at the bottom of the picture quickly, noting the tiny pale grey text that read:

source: consulting-idjts-in-the-tardis

He clicked on the name, and his eyes grew wide when he was sent to another page. According to the page, the artist of the picture was someone named 'Katie'. Losing interest, Sam went back to his spot beside Dean and resumed his research.

The angel clicked around on the page, finding more and more drawings depicting him and Dean in innumerable different situations. He clicked on a link that said 'ask me anything. All I require is your firstborn'. He placed his hands on the keys and began to slowly type. He asked the girl how she had known about Sam, Dean, and himself, and if she was an enemy.

Clicking 'submit', he watched his message fly away. He narrowed his eyes and clicked the tiny red 'x' in the corner of the screen. To his surprise, the browser window closed. Castiel shrugged to himself and slowly closed the lid to the laptop.

A/N: p.s. that is my real Tumblr URL so if you are also on Tumblr feel free to talk to me and stuff! Let me know if you want to be friends/get married. KATIE OUT