I brought you out of hell, I can throw you back in.

A hunt. This would prove to be a bit more difficult without his powers. He did like being human, but being this weak all the time was quite unsettling for the angel. He was not used to these feelings. It was troubling. He would get through it though and he would learn how to be human. He was learn his weaknesses and his strengths. He would have to learn how to take harder hits. Demons were exactly lightweights as proved by his skirmish with them when they tried to use Rose to get to him. It was that exact instance that was pushing Castiel to teach her how to react during a hunt. He called the only experts he could. The Winchesters.

They had something. Something that was tearing up Cardiff and causing some problems. What did that mean? It was out of town and the four of them would have to travel together. Dean was less than thrilled to be driving in a car that was not the Impala. He thought he had heard the older hunter mumbling to himself about his "baby" being "across the pond". He chose to pretend he didn't hear it at all.

Two motel rooms. They both smelled equally bad. It was funny how being human forced him to notice tiny things he never would have noticed before. He noticed the sheets were iffy and the shower looked like someone was murdered in it. It was an unpleasant atmosphere, but that could be ignored. They had things to do. Things to hunt. They weren't entirely sure what they were dealing with just yet. All they knew is that two young boys and an old man were found in different places all over the town with bits missing.

They were jammed into the brothers room right now staring at a map in an attempt to locate whatever was giving this place so much trouble. The map on the table had red marks in different areas. The sound of typing accompanied the groans and stretches. They were close.

He was able to slide back into this normal life once more. It was easy when you had a place waiting for you. They couldn't hide his return from Jackie. The woman dropped by more times than he could count. She nearly screamed when she saw the former angel standing in the kitchen eating and orange. All Castiel could do was let her hug him and stand awkwardly as he tried not to choke on his snack. Jackie had issues keeping secrets from Pete so he eventually came around to see for himself. A lot of poking and prodding. Loads of pleading from Rose for her father to not tell Torchwood. He was in charge so it'd be simple right?

Her lesbian neighbor was not happy to see Castiel again. She assumed the week long absence meant the broke up. She was very surprised when she saw him in the hallway on his own. She looked very irritated that he was back. He still was not sure why she hated him so much. He was going to have to figure that out eventually if he wanted peace with that woman.

At first he had been catching up on a lot of sleep. He was constantly passed out on the couch when she was out or when she was doing some work on her own. He was tired for some unknown reason. He was finally sleeping through the night again and now it was incredibly hard to wake him.

Snore, snore, snore. He's out cold in the bed.

His head had been at a permanent tilt ever since he turned her television on. He wasn't entirely sure what he was watching. He had somehow lost track of the remote in his couch shuffling and he was stuck with it. There was a woman who was crying and the man was crying as well. If this was a romance movie, it was incredibly poor quality. He had always been under the impression that romance was supposed to be happy. None of that looked happy. Why was the man crying though? Was he allowed to cry? He had hurt the woman and yet he was cupping his face and balling into his hands. Tragic.

Rose was somewhere in the apartment, but he was too consumed with this story to find her. He'd occasionally call upon her when he didn't completely understand what was happening. He tried to use his knowledge from his time with the Winchester's and his time with Rose to piece this movie together.

This couch and this television had become his closest set of friends since everything. He was recovering and trying to still grasp a human lifestyle. It was one thing to exist, but he had to learn how they did things down here. He was trying to busy himself with all these things in a futile effort to push the oncoming storm to the back of his mind. He knew it was coming. It was just a matter of when it'd arrive.