Memories
"Sam! Cas! Grub's ready!" Dean called out. Sam barreled through the door.
"I'm starving, what took you so long?" He grabbed a plate and was about to take a bite when Dean stopped him.
"Wait for Cas,"
"I'm hungry!" Sam protested.
"You know he'll want to say prayers." Every night before they ate Cas made them say Grace, tradition, he called it.
It took longer for Cas to come in, and when he did he looked shaky.
"Cas, you ok?" Dean asked concerdenly
"I'm fine." Cas replied shortly as he sat.
"You gonna say Grace?"
"We thank God for this food on our table, and we thank him for everything, even if it doesn't make sense."
"Let's eat." Sam immediately dug into his food and Dean took a few bites as well, but Cas just say there and stared at his food.
"Cas, we've gone over this, you have to eat." Dean told Cas.
"I just-" Cas stopped and froze.
"Cas, you feeling ok?" Dean asked.
"I'll be back." Cas stood and rushed from the table and Dean hurried after him.
"Cas, Cas, what's going on?" Dean called, but Cas ran into his room and slammed the door.
"Cas! Just talk to me. Do you feel sick? Or is it something else? Cas!" Dean rapped on the door a few times but got no answer.
"C'mon Cas, answer me! What's wrong?" when he still didn't get an answer Dean tried the knob to find it unlocked. He entered to find Cas on the ground.
"Cas! Cas you ok? Talk to me man!" Dean checked Cas' pulse to find it steady. "Cas what's wrong?" Dean took Cas' hand.
"All the... all the times... killing so many... so many saved..." Cas muttered.
"Cas, what's going on?" Dean waved his hand in front of his face hoping to get Cas to focus.
"Everything... from the dinosaurs... and Jerusalem... black plague... holocaust... slavery... from the first president to the last... I remember it all..."
"Cas! Snap out of it! Castiel!" finally Cas turned to focus on Dean
"It's all in my head." he whimpered. "So many memories... everything an angel remembers crammed into a humans mind... it's not supposed to happen." he muttered.
"It's ok Cas, it's ok. Push it out of your mind. Think about now, 2013, USA, we're in the Batcave, remember? Just push all the other things out of your mind. Focus on me." Slowly Cas's whimpers quieted and stopped.
Cas closed his eyes and put his head in his hands.
"Cas, it's ok. You'll be fine." Dean assured him.
"I'm sorry," Cas mumbled.
"Don't be sorry. You're not meant to hold all those memories. But it's gonna be ok." Dean patted Cas on the back.
"Thank you Dean." Cas murmured.
"It's fine. Let's go back to dinner. Sammy's waiting." Dean stood up and offered his hand to Cas who took it and stood.