A/N: I'm not excited about this chapter. At all. I really wanted to update this story because I've had pieces of this chapter just sitting there and it wasn't coming together like I needed it to. I hope you still like it? Look out for some type of edit to this in the future. Anyway...on with Chapter 2 or...

Summary: The one where I snuck in a little bit of fluff in a random place and somehow Dean is still hormonal even though he technically isn't pregnant anymore. Go figure lol.

- Chapter 2 -

WALK A MILE

"This shouldn't be possible. This isn't possible.", Cas muttered to himself as he sat on the couch with his chin in his hands.
"Apparently it is.", Sam said. "You two obviously weren't listening to each other and your baby decided to take over. What does that tell you?"

"Are you saying this is our fault?"
Sam looked at Dean like he had gone nuts. "Are you kidding me?", he asked incredulously. "You just pulled a gun on Cas. You honestly don't see how that might have caused some stress? You probably scared the poor kid half to death."

"Weren't you the one that said, "It's just a fetus Dean. It doesn't have the mental capacity to mess with you Dean.", he mocked in an excessively squeaky voice; imitating Sam.

Sam shoved his hands in his pockets. "I don't sound like that.", Sam grumbled.

"So what are we supposed to do now?", Dean cut in. "Just sit here and wait? There's friggin killer on the loose Sam. There has to be another way. I don't know how to be an angel and Cas has no clue how to hunt."

"I think that's the whole point. You know, walk a mile in each other's shoes? You two need to start appreciating each other and act like adults. Face it dude, you're stuck."

Dean rubbed his eyes to relieve some of the stress building up. He couldn't even hear himself think with all the noise echoing inside his head. This was a disaster. He wondered if it was like this for Cas all the time. Did he ever get a break from it? Dean didn't know how he always managed to stay so calm. He was close to losing it already and it hadn't even been ten minutes.

Cas sighed heavily and spoke up. "Samuel is right. We aren't going to switch back until we've learned our lesson."
"How do you know that?"
"He told me. The child, that is."

Dean's head snapped up and his eyes narrowed. "He what now? You mean you can talk to him?"
Cas nodded hesitantly, reading the tension in Dean's body language.
"Since when?"
"Since shortly after his conception. He's not shy about making his presence known. It's how I knew he was male.", Cas admitted.
"And you never thought to mention it to me? To say, Oh Dean, by the way, I've been chit chatting with the baby this whole time?!", Dean ranted.

Castiel winced and rubbed at his stomach where the baby had shoved his foot into one of his internal organs. "He doesn't like it when you yell."
"Yeah? Well get used to it kid. You're a Winchester. This is what we do.", he snapped; immediately feeling bad afterwards.

He plopped down next to Cas and put his hand over the angel's stomach, rubbing it soothingly as if in apology. He felt a small tap at his palm and grinned crookedly. It was surreal. Feeling the baby from the outside. When Dean started to pull his hand away, Cas immediately pulled it back.

"Don't.",Cas said softly. "He enjoys your touch. He misses you.", he explained.

Dean leaned over close to Cas's belly, his cheek resting to the side of the bump. Cas looked down at his mate fondly and gently brushed his fingers through Dean's hair; all arguments forgotten for that moment. "I miss you too buddy. I'm sorry for yelling all right? Your old man was just riled up. Be a pal and give your papa his powers back?...Please?", he added for good measure. They waited a few beats. Nothing happened. "Well, it was worth a shot."

Sam sighed heavily. "Dean, do you think you can fly over to Jo's and pick up Adam?"
"You want me to fly? Yeah.", he scoffed. That's gonna happen."
"We don't really have a choice here Dean. You're the one with the powers right now.", Sam pointed out.

Cas gently pushed Dean back and scooted around until they were face to face. He placed a palm on Dean's forehead. "Close your eyes.", he instructed.

Dean looked to Sam who shrugged. Dean reluctantly closed his eyes.
"Good. Now let your mind go blank. Block out everything except the sound of my voice."

Dean concentrated as the prayers in his head slowly faded away to nothing more than a low buzz of white noise and Cas's deep voice was in the forefront. "Release your wings. Feel yourself detaching from the room like you're floating." He could feel a burst of energy emitting from his back. The soft flutter of feathers echoed through the dark space of his mind.

"Concentrate on your connection with Adam. Imagine clearly where you want to go and let yourself fly there."

They watched as Dean's form slowly began to shift and flicker before disappearing completely.
After a few moments, Sam broke the silence.

"Guess that means you're with me." He pulled on his boots and shoved the confiscated gun into his back pocket.

Cas struggled to lift himself off the couch. "Where are we going?" Sam walked over and pulled him up by both hands until he was standing.

"Bobby's. We need to do some research." Sam clapped Cas on the back and led him forward. He smiled to himself. This was going to be the most interesting hunt they'd had in years.

Dean blinked and found himself inside Jo's room. He heard the shower running and saw a pile of clothes lying in a heap. He walked into the bathroom and banged on the frosted shower door with one fist. "Adam!", he called. "Come on stud. Time to get back in the saddle. Let's go. "

Dean listened to the sound of struggling and movement before the right panel slid over a crack and Adam's wet head popped out. He blinked at him in confusion; rubbing his hair back to keep the water from dripping into his eyes.

"Dean?", he asked. "What are you doing? How did you get in here?", he said looking around the room
"No time to explain. Long story short, there's a monster on the loose. We need you. "
"I'm kind of in the middle of some-"
Jo's head popped out beside Adam's before he could finish his sentence.

"Hey Dean!", she happily greeted.
"Jo.", he nodded in acknowledgement. "How's it going?"
"It's great. We didn't know you were coming.", she said pushing the door open wider; exposing them both. She climbed out stark naked and unashamed. Adam's jaw unhinged in shock and he quickly placed one hand over his junk, reaching for a towel. "Is Sam here too?", she asked wrapping herself in a fluffy, but criminally short towel and twisting her hair up in a bun.

"Nope, I'm riding solo today darlin." Dean raised his eyebrows suggestively as he drawled out the endearment and smirked at Adam. He watched in amusement as his younger brother's face turned bright red. Dean loved riling him up. Adam knew about the schoolgirl crush Jo had on Dean back in the day. Even though he never showed any real interest in her and was practically married to an angel and having a baby, it still bothered Adam with how comfortable Jo seemed around his brother.

"I need to steal your boyfriend over here away for a few days. That okay?"
Jo folded her arms in front of her. "Not really. We're working on a case. There's a witch a couple of towns over."
"Oh yeah. I see you're real busy working.", he said eyeing Jo's naked form. "Man. I gotta tell you Jo. If I was ever to go straight again, you'd be number one on my speed dial." A wide grin immediately spread across her face. Adam made a strangled noise and stepped in front of Jo blocking her from Dean's view.

"Dean, could you um. Give us a minute."
Dean cleared his throat and choked back a laugh. "Sure. I'm just uh- I'm gonna wait downstairs. Get a beer or something."
"Yeah, you do that.", Adam said glaring. Dean held up both hands in surrender and backed out from the room.

"A beer?", Jo asked in confusion. "I thought he was pregnant?"
"Crap.", Adam said stumbling and pulling on his clothes to go after him.

An ancient book was slammed on the table in front of them. Sam coughed from the dust particles flying off the cover and into his nasal passages. Cas moved back to shield himself from the dust, but was too late. He sneezed wildly and the jostling motion made his stomach curl. He clamped one hand over his mouth and took off running to the nearest bathroom.

Bobby's eyebrows shot into his hairline, His eyes followed Cas's quickly retreating form.
"Don't ask.", Sam said.

"Dean...", Cas called weakly from the bathroom floor. "Dean! I'm in need of assistance", Cas pleaded leaning over and clutching at his midsection. His stomach lurched again and he could feel the acid rising in his throat again. He emptied his stomach for the second time. Miserable didn't even begin to cover how he was feeling. His vessel wasn't usually so easily susceptible to normal human discomforts. He could be stabbed, cut open, and feel nothing but a pinch. He could sleep sitting up, on the floor, and not feel the ache of his protesting muscles in the morning. But this, this was torture.

No wonder Dean complained all the time. If it wasn't nausea, it was the baby rolling around constantly never giving a moment's peace. And it was quiet. So quiet. He had nothing else to think about but his own misery and loneliness. He longed for the chaos that usually filled his mind. It was easier dealing with other people's problems than your own. When he would come home to Dean, the noise faded away and all he felt was the joy and bliss of being with his mate.

"Dean! Please.", he called out again, hoping that he could hear him. He didn't know if the bond would still be as strong because Dean wasn't really an angel. He got his answer when a pack of saltine crackers smacked him on the head. Yup, he probably deserved that one.

Bobby took his hat off and tucked it under his arm. He leaned over, pointing at the opened page. "Sirens. The dangerous yet beautiful creations of the goddess Demeter. The first records of them depict them as something like a mermaid. They were known to possess an irresistible song used and lure sailors to their islands. Particularly those who were married or in committed relationships. Once there, they would use their influence to keep men under a lust spell until they eventually died from starvation."

Sam's eyes scanned the pages. "It doesn't fit the case Bobby. These families have been killed off one by one, not just the men. All the guys were married, but that's the only connection."

Bobby slammed another book down on top of that one. "Some of the newer lore tells a different story. Apparently luring in sailors wasn't as easy as it used to be so the sirens went underground. Disappeared for a while. About fifty years ago, stories started popping up about. They call the women 'fatal attractions'. They seduce married men and shortly after, their families end up succumbing to some tragic death. The husband dies shortly after, usually from suicide. You said this guy, he was cheating on his wife right? And around that time, his family started dropping like flies?"

Sam nodded in conformation.
"It adds up. I think you boys got a siren on your hands."

Castiel came walking slowly back into the room; cradling a pack of crackers to his chest.

Bobby looked back and forth between the two of them. "So... Either one of you gonna tell me what's going on anytime soon or do I have to start guessing?", he said raising an eyebrow.

Bobby stared at them in disbelief. "Let me make sure I've got this right. You're telling me that Cas here has one in the oven and Dean's an... angel?" he asked slowly.
"For the time being, yes."
"And somehow the baby is behind it all?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it.", Sam replied.
Bobby shook his head. "What the hell kinda mess have you idjits gotten yourselves into?
"We have everything under control.", Sam assured. "Cas is helping out with the hunt and Dean is taking over whatever it is that Cas does. He should be back with Adam soon. It'll be fine."

Bobby looked skeptical. "If you say so."

Just then, Dean appeared with a disheveled looking Adam in tow. "Hey guys.", he greeted with a small wave around the room.

"Good, you're back.", Sam observed. "Bobby thinks we're dealing with a siren."
Dean looked surprised. "Like insanely hot, irresistable, singing sirens?"
Sam nodded. "Oh, I'm all over this.", Dean said clapping and rubbing his hands together. Castiel glared icily at him. He was lucky that Cas didn't have the ability to smite him where he stood anymore. "When do we leave?" Dean was glad to be back in the game. For the first time in months he was feeling like himself again. It felt... good. He felt alive.

"Um, as soon as we figure out who the girlfriend is. We're going to have to question the daughter again and probably the dad too instead of stealing the keys like we thought."

"Whoa!", Dean said suddenly."Somebody's got their panties in a knot.", Dean said feeling the prayers coming back to him full force. He stumbled back a little.
Cas perked up. "Who is it? Is it a male or a female?"
"Um, a male. Definitely a dude. Kale, Chris or something."
Castiel stood up with an urgent look in his eyes. "Kevin! That's my charge. What is he saying?"

Dean squinted. "I can't really tell. Just that he's panicked about something. Or someone. He's being followed?"
Cas paled. "Dean, you must go to him. Now.", he demanded.
"What about the siren?"
"We'll deal with it. Just go.", Sam said.

"Please don't do anything stupid.", Cas prayed as soon as he was gone.

Dean closed his eyes and found himself in a dark alleyway. He squinted to see though the smoke. He heard yelling and commotion down the way and saw a scrawny kid running away from two burly guys.

"Cas!", the kid yelled desperately barreling towards him with a bruised and bloody face. Before he could reach him, the goons caught up with the kid and snatched him by the collar; slamming him into the wall. Kevin's body hit the brick and slumped down bonelessly to the floor.

"Hey!", Dean yelled running over. "What's the problem here?", he asked as he approached the group.

"Not that it's any of your business, but this little shit owes me money.", he said slamming his foot into Kevin's stomach. The boy groaned and rolled over coughing.
"Money? Money for what?"
"For the pound of dust I sold him last week."

Now that Dean got a good look at the kid; he could see that he looked blitzed out. He couldn't tell if it was from drugs or just from getting reamed. Dean turned his attention back to the two men. He didn't know their names so he mentally named them 'Big and stupid' and 'Robin'.

"Okay, how about this? You're going to tell me how much he owes you, I'll pay and then you two chuckleheads can go about your merry way."

"Or we could just beat the shit out of both of yous, take the money, and then leave.", Big and stupid replied smugly. His friend nodded in agreement; cracking his knuckles.

Dean snorted. "You can try.", he said spreading both arms in front of him as if giving an invitation.
The taller one charged at him and Dean ducked out of the way; snatching his arm and twisting it behind his back and to the right. The man let out a yowl and Dean forced him down to his knees with his boot. The man swore and struggled against the hold, but Dean had him in a vise.
"Easy there Sally. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
"Fuck you!", the man spat.

Dean twisted his arm again at an unnatural angle. He knew if he turned it just a fraction more, he would pull it straight out of the socket. He kicked him again and forced him all the way to the ground and grabbed him by the neck; his face slamming into the cold, hard gravel.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Wanna try that again?"
The guy didn't say anything more, but to release a pained whimper. "Yeah, thought so.", Dean replied.

Dean looked up at Robin and found horrified eyes staring back at him. Dean could tell he was torn between helping his friend and his self preservation instincts. Dean released his hold on biggie; figuring they'd both gotten the message loud and clear. Dean strode calmly past them and towards where Kevin was still lying on the ground. He pulled a wad of cash out his pocket and threw it across the way. "This should cover it. Now get the fuck outta here."

Robin, being the good little sidekick he was, bent down to pick up the money and helped his friend up. Dean watched as big and stupid shoved him off and glared at him with hatred in his eyes, but Dean knew he wouldn't try anything else. 'Still got it.', he said to himself.

He waited until he was sure they were gone to turn his full attention to Kevin whose body was lying limply on the ground. Dean leaned in and turned him over by the shoulder. He was out of it. Dean smacked him on the cheek a little to wake him up. "Hey! Hey kid! I need you to wake up." He snapped his fingers in front of his face.

Kevin was unresponsive. Dean pulled back one of his eyelids to snap him out of it and saw nothing but white. "Goddammit.", he swore; hefting Kevin up and over his shoulder.

Kevin's eyes slowly blinked open. He looked around at the familiar surroundings of his apartment. The last thing he remembered was running away from Randy and calling for Cas to help him. He groaned and sat up; every muscle in his body protesting the movement. He rubbed at his eyes; vision blurry. When it cleared some, he saw a dark figure sitting in the chair across from him.

"Cas?", he croaked out.
"Nope, try again.", the figure replied.
"Who are you?", Kevin said scrambling up in a panic; the fear evident in his voice. "Where's Cas? What did you do to him?", Kevin demanded.
"Castiel is unavailable at the moment. I'm his replacement. Here." He handed Kevin a shot glass; noticing that the boy was shaking. Probably from nerves. "This should take some the edge off."

Kevin took the glass warily and eyed Dean up and down.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now. Drink up cupcake.", he ordered. Kevin downed the glass in one go and choked immediately. Every single nerve was aflame as the liquid made it's way down his throat before finally pooling at the bottom his stomach like a hot coal.
"Holy crap! What is that?", he said clutching at his throat and gasping for air. "Acid with a dash of liquid mercury?"

"Close. It's moonshine. Drink of champions.", he answered nonchalantly.
"You're giving me liquor? What kind of angel are you?", Kevin muttered still trying to soothe his burned trachea.

"News flash. I'm not an angel." He smirked and held out his hand to Kevin. "Dean Winchester, at your service. And I'm here to get your bony ass back on the path to righteousness."

End Note: Tell me what you think ;)