As soon as Sam got a hit, he packed himself and his car, said goodbye to Cas and Gabe, and went outside to leave.

Only to come face to face with one pissed teenager.

“Hey Hanna, I was just leaving.”

“I know. I want to help.”

“Yeah, no. Dean would kill me.”

“Dean’s not here.”

Sam glared daggers at his niece.

“Come on Uncle Sam! He’s my father! I need to help.” Hanna argued.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into this! Dean’s going to kill me.” He paused, thinking of an idea. “You know what? Go ask Cas! She’s basically your stepparent!”

“Fine. She doesn’t like me, anyway.”

Sam softened.

“Hanna, she does like you. Why do you think she doesn’t?”

“I screwed up their happy, perfect, apple pie life. I’m the kid of the other woman.”

“Hanna, I practically wrote the book on messing up apple pie lives. When I was six months old, a demon came and cursed me. My mom came in and tried to stop him, but he killed her. My dad was devastated, and he spent the rest of his life hunting him down, and drinking himself to death. And that’s just the short version of my parents story. It’s bad.” Sam sighed. “You can come, if Cas gives you permission and if you promise to stay out of trouble.”

“Done! thanks! Give me ten minutes to ask and get stuff together. I’ll be right back.”

•••

“Hey Cas, how are ya holding up?” Gabe asked, knocking on the door of Dean and Cas’ room.

Cas was on the bed with a laptop on her legs, she looked up with tears in her eyes.

“I’m trying to keep busy. Dean suggested making up a parental name before… So I wouldn’t need to switch if I needed to change vessels, so I’ve been looking up words in different languages, but every time I find one, I want to tell Dean. It’s quite the emotionally taxing process.”

Gabriel sat on the bed gently.

“Castiel,” he said. “That’s not healthy. Come here, I have news, Baby bee.”

Cas shoved the laptop aside, and repositioned herself next to her older brother, looking at him expectantly.

“We may have found him-“

Cas shot off the bed.

“Really?” She asked, slipping into her true voice.

“Cas, the humans.” Gabe chided softly.

“Oh! Sorry!” She said, this time in English.

“Cas, sit down.” He ordered, finding it a little weird to be ordering anyone around, but the seraph sat. “He’s in the hospital as a John Doe.”

Cas gasped, just as Hanna came in the room.

“Can I go with Sam?”

Cas nodded, shocked and not hearing anything, let alone processing it.

“Thanks!”

She ran back out to pack.

•••

“Good morning Mr. Doe. How are you feeling?”

“Good! Like the accident didn’t even happen!“ John Doe smiled. “How are you, Doc?”

The doctor smiled in return.

“I’m good. Now, can you stand for me?”

Joe obeyed.

“Ta da!”

John did jazz hands, and Dr. Masters rolled her eyes and shook her head of brunette curls, reminding John of something.

Someone.

But that’s gone as soon as it came.

“Did you remember something? Your face lit up for a second.”

“Yeah, but it was gone as soon as I remembered it.”

Dr. Masters nodded sympathetically, and John felt pathetic and sat back down.

He’d been to hell, he could do this. Oh. He’d been to hell.