After dealing with Lucifer, you had expected things to heat up with your search for Amara. The first couple of days you had spent relaxing, all of you sore from your dealings with Lucifer. But soon, Sam and Dean were itching for a hunt again, taking off to deal with some sort of monster that killed with a song. You stayed back, giving the brothers some time together.

Things had been stressed since Sam had gone to talk to Lucifer without Dean's knowledge. So, you thought maybe a hunt, just the two of them would be the thing they needed to get back on the same page. Because if they weren't on the same page, hunting down Amara would be near impossible. 

While they were gone, you spent your time trying to pinpoint where Amara had taken you. It had been a old metal building, and you were looking up as much records as you could, trying to figure out exactly what it was, and where it was located. Maybe then, you would have one thing up on her, which would be a big deal. 

As you searched through everything you could on the internet, you heard a loud bang. With your heart in your throat, you grabbed Dean's hidden gun under the table, holding out in front of you as you made your way to the sound. With the bunker being old, there was always random sounds, but this was louder, much more forceful than that of old pipes. Following the clattering sounds, you rounded the corner, surprised when you heard Castiel's voice muttering loudly to himself. 

Opening the door, you saw him standing in the middle of the old filing room, his hands on his hips as he portrayed the mess around him. "Cas, what the hell are you doing?" You asked, lowering the gun once you realized there was no longer a threat. 

"Y/N? I didn't realize you had stayed behind." He said, his voice sounded different. Lighter and a little sassier than you were used to. Narrowing your eyes at him, you stepped farther into the small, dusty room.

"I didn't think Sam and Dean needed my help for this case. But, what are you doing in the records room." You asked again, still not sure that everything was okay with Cas. You were the only one who felt it, but ever since the meeting with Lucifer, Cas had seemed to be acting different. 

"I just figured I could come and try to help out. Figure out a way to kill Amara. Maybe see if there was something the Men of Letters were hiding." He answered, coming to stand up closer to you. 

"We've been looking pretty hard, and haven't found anything yet." You told him as you watched him closely. Surprised when he stepped right up to you, his chest almost brushing yours. 

"Y/N, you know I'm able to do things that humans can't. Like locate something that's hard to find, or..." He let the words die off, the suggestion hanging in the air.

Taking a step back, you stared up at the man you had considered a friend. A man who normally would have never hit on you. He knew you were happy with Dean. "Cas, maybe you should just go. I'll keep looking. Let you know if I find anything."

With a wink at you, he was gone, and you found yourself sagging against the door, wondering what was going on with your Angelic friend.

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Days passed, and Cas didn't return. Grateful for that fact, you spent your time in the records room, trying to figure out exactly what it was he was looking for. It was there Dean found you when he finally came back from the hunt. 

"What are you doing in this dusty room?" He asked, leaning against the door as you went through the files Cas had pulled out. You knew you looked a mess. Covered in dust, your hair messy and falling out of it's bun. 

"Cas stopped by while you were gone, was looking through things in this room when I finally found out it was him. Didn't stop and say hi, or anything. Just came right into here." You explained, holding your hand up to Dean. Coming forward, he helped you to your feet, before taking his knuckle and wiping some dust off of your face.

"I think he feels responsible about this whole thing with Amara." Dean suggested. "Cas is just working hard trying to figure out a way to put her back where she belongs."

"We all are." You argued. "But he's still acting weird. I think something's up."

"I'll keep an eye out." He gave in. "But I just think he's stressed right now. You know how he is. That man has never learned to relax."

"Well, he is an Angel." You pointed out. "But listen, why don't I get cleaned up, then we can figure out what we want for dinner. And you can tell me all about this hunt you went on."

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Only a short time later you were dust free, wearing comfy pants and a flannel of Dean's. Heading into the kitchen, you weren't surprised to see Sam sitting at the table, while Dean stood at the stove, cooking away. 

"What's for dinner?" You asked him, coming up to wrap your arms around his waist. Smelling something delicious, you looked over his shoulder.

"Pasta. Sam's got the salad mixed, why don't you slice the bread." He suggested, pointing to the loaf of french bread sitting on the counter. They must have stopped at the store on their way home. 

Soon, the three of you were eating dinner together, in a comfortable silence as your mouths were full. It was nice having both brothers back, the bunker get's too quiet sometime. "So, are you going to tell me about this hunt of yours?"

"Not much to tell. Except Dean got hit on by an older woman." Sam teased, earning a glare from his brother.

"Of course he did. But aren't you the one they usually go for?" You asked him, watching as a slight blush covered his cheeks. 

"They usually do, but Sam had already found his girl. A pretty little hunter." Dean explained, and you gaped at Sam.

"Did you get her number?" You asked him, enjoying how flustered he was. 

"I gave her mine. Not because I was interested." He clarified quickly. "But because she was a hunter, a woman of letters, you could say."

"Oh that's cool! I would have loved to meet her." You exclaimed, just as Dean's phone rang. Watching as he picked it up, he quickly put it on speaker phone. 

"Hey Claire. What's up?" He asked, and you glanced at him in surprise. After everything that had happened between the two of them, you hadn't expected her to reach out to him. 

"I've got a hunt up here, and I could use your help with it." She pleaded, and Dean looked to Sam. When he nodded, Dean continued.

"Yeah sure. Give us some time and we'll be up there." He assured her before hanging up. "So Y/N, you up for meeting Jody and the girls?"