Dean was reluctant to leave his angel's side, but he needed to find Jimmy. He gave an old relative a call and asked him to come down.

His half brother, Adam.

They hadn't made contact in a while, so Dean was surprised when he answered the phone. Adam got there surprisingly quick.

"Hey, Dean." He greeted.

"Adam."

"You look like hell."

"That's what happens when shit gets real."

"I'm sorry about what happened. I really am. But are you sure revenge is the way to go?"

"This isn't just about revenge. This is justice. The bastard shot him and ran away."

"I know, I know, he's nothing but chicken shit. You wouldn't shut up about it over the phone. I know you wanna make him pay, but Castiel needs you here. If something happens, and I mean 'if', wouldn't you like to be by his side?"

"More than anything. But what I'm doing, I'm doing for Cas. I'm doing this for him."

"It won't get him better."

"I know that. But... I just need to do this. Can't you look at this from my perspective? If the love of your life was shot by their own father, wouldn't you want to find him?" Adam sighed.

"Yeah. I would."

"Then stay here while I find the devil."

And he left. He had his gun loaded with a single bullet. The bullet which was meant for Jimmy Novak's skull.

He already knew where Jimmy was. He tracked him with his cell phone's gps. He wouldn't waste any time, he would find him.

And he would kill the son of a bitch.

Jimmy was in Jones, Oklahoma. Somewhere on Baker Street. He was heading that way until something, or someone, caught his eye.

There was a girl with long, dark hair holding a cardboard sign that said "WHO WANTS TO KILL JIMMY NOVAK?"

Dean automatically pulled over and got out of the car.

"So, you got a bone to pick with Novak, too?" She smirked.

"Got that right. Who the hell are you?"

"Megan Masters. You can call me Meg."

"I'm Dean. Dean Winchester. And if you want to kill Novak, I'm your guy. I know exactly where he is."

"Music to my ears, Dean Winchester. Let's go. Or as the French say, allons-y!" She got in his car.

Allons-y. It only reminded him of his beautiful Whovian angel.

They continued down the empty road exchanging questions.

"Why do you hate Novak so bad?" Dean asked.

"We were business partners. Well, not just in business if you know what I mean. I was the brains of the outfit, but Jimbo took all the credit. So I dumped his sorry ass and plotted my revenge. But apparently, his wife, or ex wife as of now, found out about our... little thing, and she divorced him. And I have been tracking him down. What about you?"

"I don't like to talk about it." He replied quickly.

"Come on, Dean-O. Share with the class."

Memories came flooding back into his mind.

"Joke's on you, Dean-O."

"I said I don't wanna talk about it!" He yelled.

"Geez, what's got your panties all up in a bunch?"

Dean wasn't listening to her anymore. He was fighting the tears that threatened to spill as he remembered.

He pointed the gun at Dean.

He put his finger on the trigger.

Cas pushed Dean out of the way.

BANG!

Cas hit the pavement.

He tried not to think about it. He wasn't gonna cry in front of this Meg chick. That would just kill his masculinity.

Meg turned on the radio. The song didn't help.

"I can be your hero baby.

I can kiss away the pain,"

"Turn it off." Dean spoke through gritted teeth.

"I will stand by you forever,"

"Come on, I like this song."

"You can take my--"

But the song didn't get any further than that. Dean punched the radio so hard that it broke. Meg jumped in surprise.

"Holy shit! Do you have some sort of personal vendetta against Enrique Iglesias or something?"

A tear made it's way past Dean's eyelids. He gripped the steering wheel so strongly it made his knuckles turn white.

"I don't. Want. To talk about it." He spoke each word with force.

"Well, you clearly have some unresolved anger issues. And I get the feeling this has something to do with Novak." Dean took deep breaths.

"Did you know that Jimmy Novak has a son?"

"Yeah. Castle or something. Castile? Castiel?"

The sound of his name broke Dean's heart even more.

"Jimmy... shot him. He's in the hospital. He's just barely alive."

"What does this have to do with you?" Dean didn't answer. He couldn't. Meg started to catch on. "Oh. So you and Castiel were...."

"Yeah. I love him. More than anything. And that dick shot him. Cas... saved my life. He was gonna shoot me. Cas got in the way."

"I'm sorry. And here I am with my sob story about my ex lover stealing some of my toy designs."

"I'll feel better once Jimmy eats lead and Cas gets better. So I can look into those blue eyes of his and tell him I love him. That blue eyed little angel."