"I'm sorry, Cas." The words had been echoing through the former angel's head for days. "I'm so sorry." Castiel had left not long after that, his few belongings in a bag slung on his back. Two T-shirts, a single pair a jeans, an old bible, and two pairs of socks. Add that to the clothes he wore (a t-shirt, jacket, and jeans) and his shoes (work boots) and you arrive at all of Cas's worldly possessions. He had no marketable skills, no money, and no place to go. Still Dean let him leave, let him walk away without a fight. Cas had been on the move ever since. He hadn't eaten for days-he wasn't sure how many- and knew he needed to soon. He absently stuck his hands in his jacket pockets and was surprised when his fingers struck something. He pulled it out wearily, unsure what to expect. He stared, dumbfounded, for a long moment before he understood. The money clip he held in his hand belonged to Dean. It was full to burst with 50s and 20s. Dean must have slipped in into his pocket when he wasn't paying attention. Even through his betrayal, Dean was trying to look after him. Cas kept walking until he came upon a small town. He got a room in a very low-end hotel, and ate at a greasy diner. When he went to sleep that night, he dreamed of Dean. Dean's hands, caressing a lithe body, groping for more- Cas was awoken several hours later by heavy banging on the motel room door.

"Cas! I know you're in there! Let me in!" As Castiel's mind began to clear of sleep, he recognized the voice. Sam had found him. He stumbled to the door, clad only in his jeans. He opened the door slightly to see Sam and the cold outside made him shiver. He opened the door wider, indicating that Sam should come in. Before closing the door, Cas glanced around the quiet parking lot. There, on the far end, as far away from Castiel's room as you could get and still be in sight, sat the Impala. Leaning against it was Dean, face a mask of pain and desperation. His own face carefully blank, Cas turned back into the motel room and closed the door softly behind him.

"Hello, Sam." he greeted quietly, leaning heavily against the door.

"Look, I get that you and Dean are fighting or something, but we all know you guys always forgive each other." Sam's voice was bitter as he spoke, practically spitting out the words in distaste. "Just go home, Cas. I'm sure whatever happened, Dean's forgiven you. "I mean, he did drive me all way out here..." Castiel's spine straightened and his eyes flashed with unbridled anger.

"You assume that I have done wrong? You put yourself into our lives but do not know what has happened? I am not the one who should hope for forgiveness, though your brother would do better to pray, absent as God may be, than show himself to me. I cannot promise he would come out of the conversation undamaged."" For just a moment, Sam could see the Avenging Angel of the Lord Castiel had been not too long ago and was afraid he might be smited in Dean's place. Then Cas slumped, his shoulders folding in on himself, just a hurt human like everyone else. "Go, please." Now he whispered, utterly defeated. "I have no wish to quarrel with you, Sam. Please, just... go." He stepped around the larger human, allowing him access to the door. Sam, still utterly shocked, did as he was bid, leaving the room without another word.

"Was he okay?" Dean asked the moment Sam was within hearing range. "Did he look alright?" Sam shook his head, running his hand through his hair.

"I think you should tell me what happened. Dean smiled up at his brother sadly.

"I did a bad thing, Sammy.

A/N Hey guys! I know this chapter is short but the next one will be up really soon and it's a bit longer. :3