"You will have two weeks before I am coming for you and your brother." Michael reaches out and teleports me away before I can reply.

I stumble and fall onto my knees, when I look up; I see that I am in a motel room. The motel room I put Cas in earlier. I turn around to look at the bed behind me and sure enough, there is Cas in the exact same position I put him before.

Sam is bent over him, checking his pulse.

"How's he doing?"

Sam looks up slowly. "Not to great, his pulse is slow, his breathing is ragged and he had a nose bleed not to long ago."

Perfect. "How are you?"

Sam stops what he's doing and looks at me. "Fine."

I stare straight back at him. "We both know that's bullshit, so tell me, how are you?"

Sam sighs. "A little shaken up, and I could use a drink, but other than that, I feel fine."

"Okay, now was that so hard?"

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Sam smirks. "So why did Michael take so long to send you here."

"Oh, he wanted to tell me some crap that I don't remember half of and to tell me we have two weeks to leave or he will come for us."

"Really?"

"Really. Cas better wake up soon."

"Yeah, in the meantime, what do you want to eat?"

"What do you think?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, I'll go get us some food and beer. You watch Cas, his nose might start bleeding again."

"Alright, just don't take to long, I don't trust Michael as far as I can throw him."

"Gotcha." Sam grabs his wallet and heads out.

I make my way over to Cas and sit down on the bed beside him.

He is paler than normal, but other than that looks the same.

I sigh as the same thoughts invade my brain.

Despite our rocky start, Cas and I have grown close. He was easy to be around, sometimes easier than Sam. I start to look back on some of the good times we've had.

Apparently I was lost in thought for some time 'cause all of a sudden Sam walks in with a case of beer and two take-out bags.

He throws one bag to me and I unwrap the burger and take a huge bite.

"Shit Sammy, where did you get this, it's delicious!"

Sam lets out a small chuckle. "From the small diner down the road, it's known for its bacon cheeseburgers."

"Well damn, that was lucky."

We finish eating quickly and are about halfway through our second beer when Cas starts to cough.

"Whoa, Cas."

Sam and I move quickly and get him into a sitting position. After of more coughing and blood (damn) he finally calms down.

We lay him back down, he groans and his eyes flutter open.

"Hey Cas."

"Dean."

"Yeah, how are ya?"

"Terrible, how long...?

"Just a few days, we took care of everything."

"Okay, good."

Sam looks and me worriedly and then back to Cas.

"Hey, Cas, um, how long do you think it will take for you to have enough energy to take us back?"

Cas looks at Sam for a moment then looks at the ceiling in concentration.

"Probably about a week, maybe more, why?"

Sam and I once again exchange worried looks.

"Well, Michael, the Michael of this time; told me if we weren't gone in two weeks, he'd come after us."

"Why would he do that? And why was he there?"

"I don't know Cas, and we will tell you everything later, but for right now, just rest."

"Okay."

Cas closes his eyes and goes to sleep while Sam and I go back to our beer.

"You think he'll be able to do it?"

"Cas? Yeah, he will. Like I said, he's tough for a little nerdy dude with wings."

With that said, we both sit down to finish our beers and probably a few more while watching over Cas. But I can't help but think. What if Cas can't do this? What will we do then?