Your heart hurt as you watched Sam and Dean walk to the store, while you stayed behind with Cas. It was easy to see he was mad and frustrated with you, but you knew you would have done the same thing anyways. 

Hugging your arms tight to your chest, you pressed tight up to the corner of the Impala, your body wearing, feeling cold deep in your bones. Shivering a little, Cas noticed grabbing the blanket from the seat, placing it carefully over you before joining you on the seat.

"Cas, are you mad at me too?" You asked him quietly, and you heard him sigh.

"Mad? No, I don't think so. Just saddened that this happened, and you had to use your powers because you had no other choice. I care about you, much like I care about Sam and Dean, and I don't like seeing you fade away in front of my eyes."

"Dean's mad. I don't know if he will forgive me." You said softly, almost to yourself, but with his Angelic powers, he could still hear you. 

Covering your hand with his, he tried to comfort you. "Of course he will. The thought of losing you scares him, and that's how he acts when he's scared."

Chewing nervously on your lip, you considered your next words carefully. "Cas, do you think everyone would be better off if I just took off. Found a nice hiding place, warded it against everything? Or if I just used all of my powers so Uriel couldn't lay a hand on the knowledge I supposedly carry?"

Cas was the best person to ask these questions to. As an Angel, he wouldn't let his feelings get in the way of his answers, and you knew that even if you didn't like the answer he gave you, it would at least be truthful.

"No to the first option. The second one would work, but I have a feeling Dean wouldn't let you follow through with that one." He answered you, just as Sam and Dean came back, their arms full of bags. "And I really don't want you to try it either."

Dean still looked angry, as he tossed a bag your way before climbing into the driver's seat, letting Sam pull the bags from his truck to the trunk. Opening up the bag, you saw some vitamins, along with orange juice and snacks. "What are these for?"

"To help you replenish what you had lost. They do that when you give blood, and I wasn't sure what else to do." He answered, just as Sam climbed in. 

"Where to?" He asked, and you waited Dean's answer, wondering the same thing yourself.

"I have no clue. We need to find somewhere to lay low for a while, and no matter how much I want to head back to Bobby's, the Angels know about it." Dean grumbled. 

Without another suggestion from anyone, Dean started the car up, and headed out of town, with no particular destination in mind. Staying huddled in the corner, you watched Dean carefully, hating the fact that he was so angry with you. You understood why, but it still hurt.

As the hours passed, the car stayed quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Sam drifted off to sleep, while you stayed cuddled under your blanket. You kept trying to catch Dean's eye, but he continued to ignore you. Soon, you gave up, watching the darkening sky pass your window.

As Dean passed through another small town, it's name already forgotten, Dean slowed in front of an abandoned house towards the end of town. The driveway was overgrown with weeds, but the garage door was open towards the back. It was a two story farm house, with no neighbors around for miles. A for sale sign was rusted and bent out front, and the windows were all boarded shut. "This might work." He muttered, making sure no one was coming before he slowly guided the Impala down the pitted driveway. Hitting one nasty bump, you heard Sam's head connect with the window before he was jostled awake. 

"Where are we?" He muttered, wiping the sleep from his eyes. 

"Somewhere in Utah. Far enough away those bastards shouldn't be able to find us." Dean muttered, his attention still on the driveway. Pulling into the garage, he climbed out, Sam quickly following him. Working fast, they were able to pull the garage door down, leaving the Impala hidden. 

With the blanket still wrapped around your shoulders, you followed them out the side door, to the back door of the house.Of course it was locked, but within minutes Sam was able to pick the lock and you were walking into the kitchen. Everything was covered in a layer of dust, but at least there was a table and chairs. Venturing further into the house, you noticed a shabby couch in the living room, and a broken chair by the window. Carefully climbing the stairs, each one protesting your steps, you checked out the rooms. Each room was completely bare except for the last one. It had an iron bed, with a thin mattress. Searching through the closets, you came up with a couple threadbare blankets, and an old shoe box. 

"Nothing down here!" Sam yelled, and you gingerly made your way back down. Sam and Dean were busy painting sigils on the walls, and Cas was nowhere to be seen. 

"Where did Cas go?" You asked, but it was Sam who answered you, not Dean. Dean hadn't said a single word to you since you had left the store, and it was really starting to bother you. 

"Since the Impala's put away, we had him head into town, sneak out more food and liquor. Should be back any minute. Find anything up stairs?" 

"Just these, and a bed." You answered, showing them the blankets in your hand, along with the shoe box. Sitting it down on the table in the kitchen, you opened it, pulling out the small family heirlooms that had sadly been left behind. It was mainly pictures, but beneath them you found an old pocket watch, and a small pistol with a mother of pearl handle. "Guys look at this!" You exclaimed, running your hand along the handle. 

"That's cool." Sam answered, but Dean was still in the front room. "You should keep it."

"Sam, do you think Dean will ever forgive me?" You whispered sadly.

"Give him time. He's just mad at himself that you had to resort to using your powers. Mad that he couldn't save you himself." Sam assured you.

However, when you went into the living room to talk to Dean he stormed away from you just as Cas returned, his arms full of a warm chicken dinner. Sadly watching him walk away, you turned to help Cas with the food, brushing your hand with his.

Pulling back from you, he almost dropped the food. "Cas, what is it?" You questioned, taking the rest of the items and sitting them down. 

"It can't be. I never thought of the possibility." He muttered, more to himself than to you.

"Cas, please." You plead with him just as Sam and Dean come back into the room, Dean's expression still stony and unreadable. 

He came forward, his hand raised. "May I?"

Nodding, you let him gently touch you again, on the shoulder. Seconds later he was pulling back, a look of dismay crossing his face. "I should have guessed they would do something like this. And I'm not sure I can reverse it."

"Spit it out Cas." Dean growled, his anger forgotten for the moment as he waited for Cas to speak.

"Uriel and Jayden, as you call him, put a tracing spell on Y/N when she was in the diner. I'm surprised you didn't feel it. It's much like the warding spell, painful but effective."

"So, they can tell where she is at all times now?" Sam asked, as your hopes for outrunning them faded away.

Cas nodded, his face grim. "I'm afraid so. I can try removing it, but I'm not sure I'll be able to."