Dean fluttered his eyes open, blinded by a bright light. He shielded his eyes from the overwhelming glow, the light dimmed down and there stood Castiel.
"What do you think you're doing?" Groaned a very weary Dean, "what could be so important that you'd have to disturb the little sleep that I actually get?"
"Well it's just that..." Cas was cut off mid sentence as Sam burst through door into the cramped motel room, knocking a fresh pie off the table. Sam fell on his mattress, out of breath.
"What's going on?" Dean snapped. The three of them sat in silence, all that could be heard was Sam's heavy breathing. Dean starred at Cas expecting a reply but Cas was expressionless. "Right, I'm out."
"Dean don't go out-" Cas stopped as Dean flung the door open. Cas quickly followed him outside to find Dean as still as a statue. Dean clenched his fists and closed his eyes, hoping to control his rage. He turned round slowly and faced the angel, looking at the floor rather than his friend. "if it's any consolation, it was Sam's idea..." Cas admitted.
"Do you think I care who's idea it was?" Dean questioned.
"We just wanted you to be-"
"Happy, Cas? I'd be happy if you left me alone!" Dean shouted, and with that he walked away. Cas headed back to the motel room, Sam was cleaning up the mess on the floor, Cas walked straight past Sam and into the bathroom.
"Cas?" Sam called as he ran after him. Sam knocked out the door loudly to which he got no reply. "You've got to come out some time." Sam rolled his eyes and continued to clean up the broken pie.
Meanwhile in the bathroom Cas sat on the closed toilet seat and starred at the rubber duck on the edge of the bath, Cas smiled to himself as he remembered when he first began developing human traits. He remembered the time when he and Dean went shopping for the first time, yeah it was just a service station but it was special. He remembered seeing that rubber duck and asking Dean what it was, "I don't like the way it's looking at me" he'd say. Cas picked it up and walked out of the station with it. Dean didn't get mad when he found out, he laughed. Cas missed those days.
Cas stood up and looked into the mirror, he saw something trickle down his face, he watched as it glinted and made it's way down his cheek. Cas wiped it away and took a deep breath, he opened the door and walked out. Sam looked at him sympathetically. "He'll come back, he always comes back" Sam reassured, "you can make him another pie."
"I don't want to make another pie!" The angel yelled, Sam backed up. "I just want things back the way they were." Sam tried to look sympathetic.
"We'll get the Chevy back."
"I told you it was a bad idea." Cas spat, rolling his eyes.
"Everything will turn out, Cas. You and Dean..." The angel began to cry.
"You don't understand!" Cas screeched, "he'll never, love me..." Sam's eyes widened, he left Cas on his own to calm down. This was nothing major to Sam, but he'd never seen Cas like this... Before long the two of them were asleep, Cas tossed and turned in his sheets, he clung tightly to his teddy bear, the one Dean got for him. To Dean it was just a joke but to Cas, it was everything.