"So, you two got married?" Confusion was evident in Blair's voice, as Dean and Melody showcased their new bling. It had been a quiet week, and Dean, once again, had asked Melody to marry him. It was right outside of a diner with the prettiest ring Melody had ever laid eyes on.

"Yeah," Melody grinned. "Last night."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "W-we were all together, last night."

Dean threw his and Melody's bag in the trunk. "We would've invited you guys, but we did it right in the middle of-," Melody punched his arm, cutting him off.

"Wait, so it wasn't legal?"

Melody waved off Blair's technicality. "Our life is filled with no kind of formalities. Why start now?"

Castiel nodded. "She does have a point."

Sam grinned, surprised, yet not, at the sudden leap. "Well, congrats." He wrapped an arm around Melody's shoulders. "I'm happy for you both."

"Okay, okay, lets stop with the sap and get on the road, huh?" Dean disrupted the moment, secretly enjoying the conversation.

They stopped off at a small gas station that was not too far from their motel, to fill up with gas, and grab a few road snacks. They didn't yet have a general direction they were headed, but they never liked to linger too long in one town.

Melody and Dean walked out of the gas station, barely able to keep their hands to themselves. The honeymoon phase that sickened Dean so much was one that he was now experiencing himself—and he was loving it more than ever.

"Right, yeah." Sam was on the phone with they walked up. "No, just, uh...just call us whenever you find something," he said. "Yeah. Yeah, 'course. Yeah, hey, you know what? Dean's here. He really wants to talk to you."

Dean frowned at his brother for throwing him under the bus, as he already knew who was on the other end of the phone. "Ms. Tran, hi-." He hit the red button, tossing the phone back to his brother. "Tunnel." He shrugged his shoulders innocently. "What's going on in Tran-Land?"

Sam shook his head at his brother, before answering. "Garth finally got them to his houseboat, but Kevin's having a lot of trouble reading their half of the tablet. So far, bits and pieces. Nothing about boarding up hell."

Melody raised an impressed eyebrow. "Garth has a safe-houseboat?" The goofy man never seemed to surprise her.

"I said the same thing," Blair laughed. "I don't even ask questions anymore."

Melody looked past Dean to see Castiel reading a newspaper. "What's the word, Cas?"

Castiel looked up briefly. "It's a shortened version of my name."

Melody's lips fell into a straight line, unsure of how to counter that. He wasn't wrong, after all.

Dean cleared his throat. "The word, on the Word, Cas," he reiterated. "Any tablet chatter on angel radio?"

Castiel gave him a sideways glance, keeping most of his focus on the newspaper in front of him. "Oh, I couldn't say," he admitted. "I turned that off."

"You can do that?" Blair asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. It's a simple matter of blocking out certain subsonic frequencies," he explained. "I could draw you a diagram if you want."

"No, uh, we're good," Dean answered. "Why'd you flip the switch?"

Castiel's face fell into more of a solemn state. "Angel radio is a direct link to heaven. And I don't want anything to do with that place. Not anymore." He sighed. "I still need to help people. So, I'm gonna become a hunter." None of the group had time enough to hide the look of surprise on their face, but Castiel didn't seem to notice. "I even found a case." He continued. "Oklahoma City, a man's heart jumped ten feet out of his chest. It sounds like our kind of thing, right?" He visibly mimicked Dean's facial mannerisms.

"He's got a point," Sam added, leaning against his truck.

"Excellent," Castiel nodded his head. "I'll see you there." He turned away from the group, starting to walk off.

Before he could get too far, Melody nudged Dean forward. He stifled a small sigh by clearing his throat. "Wait, Cas." The angel turned back towards the group with a puzzled expression. "If you wanna play cowboys and bloodsuckers that's fine, but you're gonna stick with us, okay? None of this zapping around crap, capiche?"

Castiel nodded, returning back to his reserved appearance. "Yeah, I capiche." He didn't seem particularly thrilled to be stripped of his winged liberties, but he didn't argue.

"Alright, then," Dean nodded, walking to the driver's side of the Impala.

Melody finished off her milkshake and threw it in the trash. She turned back just in time to catch a glimpse of Castiel's lips curving upward into a bashfully confident peak. It made him look like a puppy, in her eyes. "Can I at least ride in the front seat."

She started to answer yes, but Dean knew the exact thought running through her mind. "No." Melody wasn't sure which of them he was talking to, but they both pouted, nonetheless.

Sam and Blair climbed into the truck, while Melody, Dean and Castiel cozied themselves into the car.

"The coroner said his heart was ejected from his body," the lead detective on the case told Melody, Dean and their trenchcoated apprentice. "Got some air, too. Found it in a sandbox."

Melody gave the body a onceover. There was a huge hole in the center of the man's chest, where his heart seemed to quite literally fly from its home. "Any idea what happened, Detective Glass?"

There was no missing the apprehension in her tone, as she, herself, really had no idea exactly. "A lot of people are thinking drugs, Agent Nash," she answered, using Melody's alias. "An assload of drugs."

"There are no narcotics in that man's system," Castiel muttered not-so-discreetly to Dean. "His molecules are all wrong."

The woman turned her head towards the angel, but Melody quickly redirected her attention back to herself. "But you don't think that, hm?"

She sighed, looking at the hole in his chest. "Never seen an eightball do that."

"Who called this in?" Dean spoke up.

Detective Glass covered the man's body, not caring to see it anymore. "A friend of his, Olivia Kopple," she said. "She saw the whole thing." A ringing tone came from her pocket. She pulled out her phone and her expression fell. "Crap. I have to take this. Here's everything we got. Knock yourself out." She placed a manila folder in Melody's hands that contained all of the case information that Sam had already gotten his hands on and was reviewing at the motel.

Dean pulled his card out of his pocket, holding it out. "Listen, you see anything weird, anything out of the box, you just call me."

The detective sucked air through her teeth, not phased in the slightest by his attempted charm. "Whatever you say, Agent Scully." She raised her phone to her ear and left the room.

Melody snorted quietly, almost missed entirely by Dean, as she looked through the file. "What's so funny?"

She didn't answer, but her face, and Castiel did all of the talking. "I believe she's thinking your 'game is lacking'."

Dean looked slightly offended, but he knew it was true. He had no reason to be the player he once was. "My game was enough to get you," he scoffed.

Melody was about to interject, but Castiel dragged their attention back to the case. "I can't sense any EMF or sulfur," he announced. "Mr. Frieling's arterial health is, uh, excellent." He leaned in closer to the corpse and inhaled. "Mm. He did recently suffer from a, uh, a mild..." he sniffed again. "What is that?" Another sniff. "Bladder infection," he deduced.

"Cas, stop smelling the dead guy," Dean instructed.

Castiel's eyebrows bunched. "Why? Now I know everything about this man, so we can-,"

Melody cut him off. "Do you know he was having an affair?" She looked up at their angel companion.

Castiel frowned, obviously not getting that information from sniffing the man's body. "Strike one, Sherlock," Dean scoffed, earning a warning glare from Melody that quickly shut down his gloating.

"According to Olivia, they would meet at the park every Thursday at twelve-forty-five, walk to the Moonlight Diner where she always ordered a Caesar Salad and she'd be back on the road by one-thirty."

"And you don't think she's telling the truth?" Castiel was doing his best at understanding.

Dean shook his head, knowing exactly where Melody was going with her point. "Too much detail. Sounds rehearsed."

Melody nodded her agreement. "Plus, we drove past the Moonlight Diner on the way into town," she continued, raising her eyebrows knowingly. "It's attached to the Moonlight Motel."

"Okay, well, let's say that Gary here's on the prowl," Dean started. "He's playing it safe, because..." he moved a bit of the blanket to see Gary's left hand, before chuckling and raising it to reveal he's wearing a gold band. "Dude's married. Doesn't want anyone to see his ride parked out front of a by-the-hour fleabag, so he stashes his car at the park across the street, meets Olivia there. His wife probably found out about it, and it broke her heart, so she broke his."

"Sounds witchy," Melody frowned.

Dean grunted his accord. "Guy was living a lie and it came back to bite him in the ticker. But nice job on the bladder infection," he chuckled, walking past Castiel.

Blair sent them the address to Gary's home that he shared with his wife for them to check out, while she and Sam went to the mistress' house to see if they could get anymore information out of her.

"I-I don't understand," Debbie Frieling frowned, sniffling past her tears. She seemed to be mourning the loss of her husband, but that didn't say much in the grand scheme of witchcraft. "Gary had a heart attack, why would the FBI--?"

"The parks are government property," Dean interrupted. "We've just got a few questions to ask you."

Castiel stepped forward from where he was leaning against the wall. "I'll handle this. I've done research, I can crack her." He told the pair with utmost confidence. He walked towards Debbie and Melody and Dean shared a somewhat concerned glance. "Now, Ms. Frieling, I don't want to bother you, I really don't," he started. Melody looked slightly impressed and proud all at once. "But I-I do have just one question for you." He slammed his hand against the wooden dining table, making the woman squeal in fear. "Why did you kill your husband!?" He yelled.

"Oh, dear God," Melody pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Agent Stills. A word, please," Dean beckoned Castiel away.

He followed behind Dean with furrowed brows. "What? I was being bad cop."

"No, you were being bad everything," Dean hissed his response.

Melody sat down in front of Debbie with a sympathetic smile. "I apologize for my partner," she said gently. "He's...going through some stuff."

"Listen to Mel," Dean instructed, barely out of earshot of Debbie. Castiel turned around looking like a scolded child.

"What he was trying to ask is if there was any way Gary might have had secrets? Something he was hiding?"

Debbie's fear transformed into something more defensive. "Hiding? Like what?"

A knock came from the door, before Melody had a chance to explain her question. "Deb?" A soft voice called.

"Olivia," Debbie answered the question the hunters were thinking. "Are you okay?"

Dean's eyes widened. "As in, mistress, Olivia," he whispered to the other two.

"This is...awkward," Castiel muttered.

Ms. Frieling turned back to face the agents, wrapping an arm around Olivia. "I'm sorry. W-what did you think Gary was hiding?"

Melody pursed her lips, clearing her throat awkwardly. Before neither Dean nor Melody could speak, Castiel took the lead once more. "That he was sleeping with her." He pointed directly at Olivia.

Dean looked up at the ceiling, unsure of whether to be thankful or mortified by Castiel's bluntness.

The women in front of them shifted slightly, but neither seemed bothered by the accusation. "I know," Debbie responded. The three hunters exchanged unsure looks, but Dean's was more a mixture of shock and curiosity. "Gary and I...we..." she cleared her throat. "We had an arrangement. He was seeing Olivia and I was spending some time with our neighbor, PJ."

"I'll uh, I'll put this in the kitchen," Olivia said awkwardly.

"I'll help," Debbie followed behind.

Castiel stared after them, trying to wrap his little angelic mind around what just surfaced. "Freaking suburbs, man," Dean chuckled.

"So...she's not a witch?" Castiel tipped his head to one side.

"Nope, just the best wife ever." Melody punched his arm, making him quickly add on. "To a man that's into that kind of thing, which..." he snickered nervously. "I am..." another snicker. "Clearly not."

They all regrouped at the motel, Blair and Sam having beat them back. "We stopped at Olivia's place, but-," Sam started.

"But she wasn't there," Dean interrupted. "Yeah, we know. She stopped by Debbie's place. Turns out they're all living the suburban dream." He raised his eyebrows for emphasis.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "So, she didn't kill her husband."

"My guess is no," Castiel answered the redundant question.

Dean started to grab a beer out of the fridge when his FBI phone started ringing. He picked it up immediately. "Agent Scully."

"This is Detective Glass. You told me to call if anything strange happened, and, well..."

The detective called them to the scene that took place on the roof of a tall building. "Detective Glass, these are our associates, Agent Bachman," Melody pointed to Sam. "And Agent Turner." She referred to Blair.

The woman outstretched her hand, accepting the hunters' handshakes. "I have to say, Detecive," Blair started. "This looks like suicide, to me."

She nodded. "It is," she confirmed. "Guy left a note. He invested everything in Roman industries and lost it all when they crashed and burned last year. I called you, though, because I have two witnesses who swear that Madoff here floated in mid-air for at least ten seconds, then he looked down, and splat. Not sure I buy that, but the way they're talking, it sounds like something straight out of a...-,"

"Cartoon," Dean finished.

"You said you wanted weird," she shrugged, leaving the five to discuss.

The detective had a good point. Crazy, albeit, but she was right. The whole heart jumping out of the chest, the delayed fall... "This is straight up Bugs Bunny," Melody looked towards the edge of the building.

"So we're looking for some sort of insect-rabbit hybrid?" The seriousness of Castiel's tone was almost too much for Melody to handle. "How do we kill it?"

Sam snorted. "No, Cas, we don't," he said. "It's a character like Woody Woodpecker or Daffy Duck."

"They're little animated creatures," Melody added. "You know, the coyote chases a roadrunner and then the-the anvil gets dropped on his head," she started to giggle, making Dean grin.

Castiel frowned. "Is it supposed to be funny?"

"It's hilarious," Melody corrected.

The five of them were right back to the chopping block, as far as figuring out what it was they were hunting. Dean assigned Castiel to researching cartoons on the TV. AKA, staying out of their way.

"I understand," Castiel said with a smile. The others looked up from their books and computer screens to hear what he had to say. "The bird represents God, and coyote is man, endlessly chasing the Devine, yet never able to catch him. It's hilarious."

Dean shook his head, looking back down the the pages in front of him. "I've got no idea what we're hunting," he sighed. "Maybe it's a Tulpa, or maybe it's some crazy ass God who watched too much Robot Chicken. I-I mean, is there a link between 'Heartbreak Hotel' and 'Free Fallin'?"

"Aside from the fact that those are both terrific songs, nothing that I can find," Melody sat back in her chair.

Dean closed the notebook that he was reading from, with a grunt. "Alright, well, I'm calling it," he sighed. "Cas, you booking a room, or what?"

"I'm staying here," he responded, fiddling with Melody's toiletry bag. "What smells like flowers? Oh, it's this." He pulled a small pink package out of the bag, holding it up. "Is this an air freshener?"

Melody kept her face as neutral as she could, fighting the urge to erupt into laughter. "C-Cas, that is a tampon." He tilted his head to the side. "It's um, it's used...when..."

"Man, put it back," Dean was fighting off his own laugh. "Why don't you stay with Sam and Blair?"

"Do you not...want me here?"

"Of course we do, Cas," Melody interrupted. "It's just that...when two people get married, they spend a lot of time..." she trailed off.

Castiel's eyebrows raised. "I see. You would like alone time to consummate your marriage by having intercourse."

"Yes, Cas, lots and lots of intercourse," he cleared his throat, standing up. "And you all have about thirty seconds to leave the room before you see my-,"

Castiel stood up with a his fingers touching his temple. "Something is coming over the police scanner."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "You can hear that?"

He nodded. "It's all waved," he said, concentrating to hear. "A bank has been robbed. It sounds Loony."

Sure enough, when they got to the bank, the situation was nothing short of Loony. A security guard called in a robbery, but by the time Detective Glass and her team arrived, the guard was crushed underneath an anvil, and the thief seemed to have gotten into the safety deposit box through a black hole. The burglar was apparently a regular for the department--a professional, if you will. He left behind no fingerprints, and there wasn't ever a sign of forced entry. All that was left behind was a pair of black holes in the wall, like he was signing his work.

The biggest question at bay was, why weren't the black holes still working? What kind of magic was the perp working?

Melody walked into the room alongside Sam and Blair, finding Castiel and Dean sitting opposite of each other, having a seemingly tense conversation. She cleared her throat, making their presence known. Dean turned halfway to listen to Sam's words. "Hey, we've got something."

Castiel stood up first. "Good, excellent. What is it?" Melody scanned Dean as he stood, unable to read his face.

"So this black-hole guy, before he tried the bank, he robbed a house across from the park where Gary blew a gasket."

Dean absentmindedly looped his arm around Melody's waist. "So you think the house heist and Gary's corpse are connected?" He asked the trio.

Melody nodded. "According to the file, they happened at pretty much the exact same time." She sounded excited for this case.

"Check this out," Blair spoke next, pulling out a map. "Here's the house," she pointed to one black X, "and Gary died across the street here," she pointed to the black X right next to it. "And the building from this morning? The black hole hit that too."

"Let me guess," Dean looked up at them. "Where, uh, what's his name took a swan dive." All three nodded. "Alright, I'll bite. What about the others?"

"Those are the places that got stuff stolen, but nobody got dead," Sam furthered his point. "Take away the graffiti and these all look like just normal smash-and-grabs, but I made a few phone calls, talked to some people who are nearby--neighbors and whatnot--and they reported a whole lot of crazy."

Blair nodded, before adding to his point. "Like a jogger bumping his head and sprouting a four-inch lump. Or a kid walking into a wall and hearing birdies. Basically within fifty-yards of each robbery, people were living in a cartoon."

"This is freakin' awesome," Melody beamed, earning amused glances from her colleagues.

"It didn't last long though, maybe five, ten minutes," Blair continued with a snicker at her friend.

Castiel spoke up, for the first time on the matter. "About the time it would take for a thief to get in and out."

"Exactly," Sam agreed. "I mean, it's kind of like an area of effect. Picture him in a bubble of weird, and anything that touches it gets Daffy."

Dean cleared his throat, trying to process the sudden influx of information. "So this animaniac can walk through walls? Can toss an anvil?"

Melody admitted that it sounded...wonky. Honestly, it sounded like a stretch, but nothing in their line of work was marked as impossible.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed. "But he's warping reality to do it. So if someone happens to be nearby, meeting the girl of his dreams..."

"His heart makes a break for it," Dean finished. "Okay, so, smashing the rent-a-cop, that was on purpose, but the rest of them, what? Is that just collateral weird?"

Sam loosened the tie he'd been wearing, just slightly. "Basically, yeah," he responded.

"So we're looking for a thief," Castiel peered, tilting his head to the side.

Melody nodded. "And the safety deposit box he was after. "Every place he's hit belongs to someone living at Sunset Fields Retirement Home. I think our guy's there."

"Well, let's gear up. It's Wabbit season." Dean chuckled to himself, as did Melody.

Castiel frowned. "I think you pronounced that incorrectly."

Dean released a heavy sigh. "I need sleep first," he muttered. Blair and Sam murmured their agreement, ushering Castiel through the door.

Blair looked over her shoulder once Castiel was out of the room, wagging a finger between the two of them. "You owe us." Her face was serious, but her tone cracked with humor.

Dean pulled his suit off, happily stretching out on the bed. Melody watched as he laid there contently, and as much as she hated to disrupt what little peace he got, she was curious as to what had Dean so tense when they got back. "Everything okay with you and Cas?"

His lips tugged down into a frown. "Am I an asshole?"

"Did Cas call you an asshole?"

He sat up and shook his head. "No. But I kept trying to pressure him into tuning into angel radio, or even going to heaven, but I didn't stop to think about what went down when he took over."

Melody sat down next to Dean, stroking his back. "You're not an asshole," she murmured softly. "Sometimes the logistical part of your brain runs quicker than the empathetic part, but that isn't your fault."

Dean sighed, once again, before looking over at her. "I love you."

A smile slowly spread across Melody's face. "I love you, too." They'd been through a lot, but they managed to overcome it all. "Why don't you get some sleep? I'm going to grab a shower."

His eyebrows raised. "As if," he scoffed.

She rose to her feet, backing slowly to the bathroom. "I won't be long," she offered, obviously just as welcome to the idea of him showering with her. "Just a quick shower."

"Nothing quick about this shower, baby." He rose to his feet and sped after her as she rounded the corner into the bathroom.

When he pulled her into a warm embrace, she couldn't help but smile wider than before. This was her forever, hunting and Dean Winchester, and she was pretty okay with that.