~*****~

It felt nice, laying in bed with the sun just breaking over the horizon. I heaved out a delighted sigh and turned on my side, expecting to see Dean still asleep with that handsome relaxed look on his face. But instead, I'm greeted by Castiel's figure standing at my bedside. I snap upright and rub at my eyes. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

"We need to talk." Castiel says softly. "It is... not safe here. Someplace more private."

I gaze around and huff. "More private than inside my head?"

Castiel nodded. "Exactly. Someone could be listening."

I furrow my brows at him and sigh. "What's wrong, Castiel?"

He doesn't answer me. He just hands me a slip of paper. "Meet me here." He instructs. "Go-- now." I glance down at it, but when I look back up, he's already gone.

My eyes snap open, and I gaze at the disgusting ceiling of the motel room we'd gotten for the night. I rub at my face and sit up, switching the light on and slipping to the edge of the bed, my unfocused gaze on the carpet. "What's wrong?" Dean asked in his groggy voice.

"Castiel appeared in my dream. He needs to talk to us. Get dressed." I say softly and swat at Sam's arm to wake him up. "Get up, let's go."

Sam and Dean grunt irritably, but they dress quickly, nonetheless. The address I'd been given led to a dingy old warehouse in the middle of nowhere. "What'd he say, Lottie? What was so important?" Sam asked irritably.

"Sam, do you think that if I had any inkling, we'd be here?" I snap. "What the hell?" I murmur once I take a good look around.

"It looks like a bomb went off," Sam commented as we move through one of the destroyed rooms.

"There was a fight here," Dean hummed.

"Between who?" Sam asks.

I gaze around. "Maybe there was a street fight between angels and demons again..." I comment.

"Probably," Dean huffed. "Hey, check it out--" He comments and shines his light over one of the walls. "Look familiar?"

"Yeah, it does," Sam nods.

"Anna used something like that to wish the angels back to the cornfield." Dean said.

"Hurt like a bitch, too," I grunt.

"So, what? Cass was fighting angels?" Sam wondered.

"I don't know," I trail off. I gaze off to the side, and a body catches my eye. "Guys," I say quickly and hurry towards it. "Castiel? Hey, you all right?" I ask as I kneel down to him, my hand patting his cheek. "Castiel, wake up--" He gives a sharp grunt and panics.

"What's-- what's going on--" He says in a different tone.

"Hey, hey-- take it easy, all right?" I say softly as I help him stand. "Castiel, are you all right?"

Castiel moves away from me quickly, sucking in hurried breaths. "Castiel? I'm not Castiel. It's me." He says breathlessly.

"Who's me?" Sam echoed.

"Jimmy," I say immediately. "You're Jimmy Novak? Castiel's vessel." Jimmy nodded.

"How the hell'd you know that?" Sam asked.

I waved my hand at him. "Doesn't matter. Where's Castiel?"

"He's gone," Jimmy says.

I chew on my lip and rub at my forehead. "Let's get you out of here, Jimmy." I say softly and grasp his arm. Jimmy nods and follows after me, casting wary glances to Sam and Dean.

~*****~

Jimmy was devouring his meal, and I mean like, he was tearing into it. "Mind slowing down? You're gonna give me angina." Dean commented as Jimmy continued to moan in pleasure throughout his meal.

Jimmy just shrugs. "I'm hungry," He simply says.

"When's the last time you ate?" Sam asked.

"I don't know-- months." Jimmy confesses.

He goes back to his eating and I just snort. "Jimmy. It's not going to disappear." I mention. He just waved his hand at me and continued to eat. "What the hell happened back there, anyway?"

"Yeah, it looked like an angel battle royale." Sam commented.

Jimmy shrugged again. "All I remember is there was a flash of light, and I, uh... I-I woke up, and I was just, you know, like, me again."

"So, what-- Cass just ditched out of your meat suit?" Dean asked,

Jimmy just shook his head and shrugged once more. "I really don't know."

"Do you remember anything about being possessed?" Sam asks. "Anything at all?"

Jimmy nods. "Yeah, bits and pieces. I mean, angel inside of you-- it's kind of like being chained to a comet."

"Well, that doesn't sound like much fun," Dean commented.

Jimmy huffed. "Understatement."

"Cass said he wanted to tell us something," Sam mentioned. "Please tell me you remember that."

Jimmy shook his head. "Sorry."

"Come on. What do you know?" Dean asked.

Jimmy stops chewing and sighs. "My name is Jimmy Novak. I'm from Pontiac, Illinois. And I have a family..." Jimmy recounts about his family and his life before Castiel had asked to possess him. He was just an average joe, a regular all American Christian man.

~*****~

"So, what do we do?" Sam asks when we excuse ourselves to give Jimmy some privacy.

"What do you mean? The guy's got a family." Dean retorted. "We buy him a bus ticket, send him home."

"I don't know about that," Sam shrugged. "Dean, he's the only lead we got."

"He doesn't know anything, Sam," I retort plainly.

"Are you one hundred percent about that?" Sam asks.

My brows furrow. "What, you think he's lying? You want to go Guantanamo on the guy?"

"Lottie, maybe he doesn't even know he knows." Sam retorted irritably. Dean and I shared confused looks. "I say at least we get him to Bobby's. Maybe all he needs is-- is hypnosis or a psychic, or, hell, maybe Cass will just drop back into him."

"I don't know, man," Dean sighs.

"Dean, back there, that was angel-on-angel violence!" Sam expresses. "Now, I don't know what's going on, but it's big, and we can't just let the only lead we've got just skip out." I shake my head and sigh audibly through my nose. "What?"

"Remember when our job was helping people-- like getting them back to their family?" I ask irritably.

"You think I don't want to help him?" Sam asked. "I'm just being realistic. I mean, hell, we're doing him a favor."

"How?!" Dean barked.

"Dean, if we want to question the guy, you can damn well bet the demons do, too." Sam states.

I sigh loudly again, palming at my forehead. "One after the other, it's always something. Can't we just have a normal ass day?" I ask angrily.

When we get back inside, Jimmy is rightfully irritated that we cannot let him leave. "What the hell are you talking about, I can't go home?" Jimmy asks.

"That's a good chance you have a bull's eye on your back." I mention.

"What?" Jimmy asked. "From who?"

"Who else?" I snap. "Who the fuck d'you think would love to have a heart to heart with the vessel of an angel?" Jimmy just stares at me. "Demons, Jimmy."

"Oh, come on, that's crazy! What do they want with me?"

"Information, for starters," I shrug.

"I don't know anything!" Jimmy snaps.

"We know," Dean groans.

"Look, I'm done, okay?" Jimmy snaps again. "With Demons, Angels-- all of it. I just want to go home!"

"Yeah, and I get that Jimmy--" I start.

"No, I don't think that you do get that--" Jimmy says with his hands raised. "I've been shot, and stabbed, and healed, and my body's been dragged all over the Earth. By some miracle, I'm out, and I'm done! I've given enough, okay?"

"Look, all we're saying is that until we figure this out, the safest place is with us." Sam expresses.

Jimmy sighs through his nose. "How long?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Sam shrugs.

"No, Jimmy, Jimmy--" I stop him as he tries to leave. "I know you want to see them. But if you go there now, you might put them in danger."

"So, what? Now I'm a prisoner?" Jimmy snaps.

"Harsh way to put it," Sam mentions.

"Dammit, Sam," I snap angrily. "Look, Jimmy, just-- get some sleep, all right?" I urge. Jimmy just threw his hands up in irritation before claiming one of the beds.