Dean Finds Castiel sitting alone, crying. He doesn't know that Cas was in a fight with another angel who decided to permanently blind him.
Castiel quickly wiped his tears away as he heard someone coming up behind him. "Dean is that you?". Dean stops a foot away behind Castiel. "Cas, are you crying?" Dean asks.
"What? No." Cas says.
"Cas, I can tell. I'm not stupid. What's up? Do I need to kick someone's ass?"
"Dean... Come sit with me..." Cas says. Dean comes around Cas, sits next to him and sighs. Cas lays his head on Dean's shoulder. "Dean... I..." Cas begins.
Dean wraps his right arm around Cas. "You, What?"
"Nothing." Cas stands up, but as soon as he tries to walk, he stumbles and falls, tripping over a raised floorboard. "Dammit, I forgot that was there..."
Dean gets up to help Cas, and outstretches his arm to help him up. "Cas, you've always been such a clumsy angel..." Dean looks above Cas' back as if remembering something and smiles.
"Y-yeah. Such a clumsy assbutt of an angel."
Dean looks back down at Cas and Dean's whole expression changes to worry. "Cas, what's wrong with you, man?"
"Nothing. I'm fine, Dean." Cas says quickly.
"You're obviously not." Dean says as he helps Cas off the ground, pat the dirt from Cas' back, and to sit down right beside him.
"Why would something be wrong?" Cas says shakily, nervous.
"For one thing, you're not even looking in my direction. Secondly, you're tripping on things you definitely should know are in your way..." Dean says, eyebrows scrunched trying to focus on Cas' eyes, but has no luck.
"I'm just clumsy, I guess..." Cas closes his eyes tightly, trying to withhold tears.
"Cas, you're a freaking angel of the lord. Shouldn't angels be all graceful and glorious and stuff...? Heck, they even say that God walks on water." Dean says, surely while wrapping his right arm around Cas' waist.
"You would think..." Cas replies, doubting his angelic ability.
"Cas, just tell me what's wrong." Dean presses worriedly, trying to search Cas' eyes for some sort of confirmation.
"If you can't tell, it doesn't matter. I can pass as okay." Cas says optimistically, looking down. Dean obviously knows its fake and grumbles. Dean drops his hand from Cas' waist and uses it motioning disapprovingly.
"That's bullshit, and you know it is." Dean says seriously, raising his voice a bit but not a lot to cause a ruckus.
"Let's just pretend I'm fine, okay?" Cas pleads, still looking at the ground.
Dean struggles to agree, but chooses to. "Fine," He pauses. "But if you do anything else that seems out of the ordinary for you, I will make you tell me."
"Okay..." Cas trails off.
Dean looks searches Cas' eyes one last time, and nods but more for his own confirmation.
"This is one of those awkward silences..." Cas says, obviously unaware of this confirmation.
"Agreed. Let's go find Sam." Dean says smiling, trying to pretend nothing is wrong with his angel.
Dean helps Cas into the kitchen with his hand once again wrapped around Cas's waist leading him. Meanwhile, Cas secretly wishes that someday he will see Deans pretty green eyes again. A second later, they find Sam making a delicious looking sandwich.
"Hey, Sammy." Dean Smiles, not making eye contact with Sam, but rather staring at Sam's sandwich and licking his lips.
"Hey Sam..." Cas says. Cas' eyes seem to stare at nothing, and his gaze is blank and unfocused pointing at the right side of Sam's head. "Hey, Cas..." Sam replies, smiling tiredly but trailing off to look at the space next to him and behind him. Finding nothing there, he looks at Cas and Dean, confusedly. Sam and Dean make eye contact, and Sam yawns but manages to mouth, eyebrows wrinkled, "What's wrong with him?"
Dean shrugs his shoulders and reply's mouthing, "I don't know. He won't tell me." Sam nods, still confused.
"So, Cas, anything new?" Sam asks eyebrows still wrinkled, trying but failing to get something out of Cas.
"No. Nothing." Cas says surely, appearing to still keep his non-gaze locked on the space next to Sam.
"Ok..." Sam says switching his attention to Dean. "So, I found out more on the Windigo in Chicago."
"Okay, so that's why you're so tired then," Dean nods confirming to himself, listening.
"Okay..." Cas says, chiming in. "Wait, there's a Windigo in Chicago? Did I miss something?" Cas asks confused.
"Yeah, Dean and went there a while ago and we didn't find anything. It's almost like they disappeared. I think you were doing heaven business then." Sam informs.
"Yeah, I guess so..." Cas says troubled.
"Cas, maybe you should get some rest." Dean says worriedly, but still eyeing Sam's sandwich as he reaches for the bread with his left hand because Deans right hand is still locked around Cas's waist.
"No. I'm fine." Cas stiffens.
"Cas, maybe Dean's right. You don't look right, and a matter of fact you're not LOOKING right. We don't want you working on a case you're not up for." Sam says looking up from his sandwich catching Deans lusty gaze upon his sandwich.
"No. no. I'm perfectly fine." Cas assures them, but his blank, unfocused stare says otherwise.
"Cas..." Dean sighs protesting, turning to face his damsel in distress. Sam walks around the steel table and leans against the front. From there you can tell that he's wearing Navy Blue plaid pajamas and a white V-neck, while holding a little less than half of whatever's left of his sandwich. Sam continues to look at Cas worriedly.
"What?" Cas asks, detecting the silence and feeling Dean and Sam's gaze loom over him.
"Cas, something is wrong, and it's driving me insane not knowing what's bothering you." Dean says slightly angered once again. Fidgeting with his red flannel shirt, Dean sighs deeply.
Cas finally gives in. He never wanted them to worry about him, they already have enough to worry about. "Well, for starters, I got into a fight with another Angel and I can't see, which is not pleasant." Cas says ashamed. It got quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"An angel did this? I'm going to kick their ass." Dean cuts in, yelling this time and drops his hand from Cas's waist. Cas shudders but ignores the sudden rise in Deans voice
"And...?" Sam says, hoping to speed this along.
"And," Cas was getting scared by now. "I'm not getting my sight back. I'm blind." Cas swallows.
"Cas, we'll figure it out, we always do." Sam says hopeful.
"Sam, I admire your hope for the future. But sadly, my current situation is quite permanent. An Angels powers are qui-"
"I don't give a shit!" Deans cuts in again louder this time. "Another angel hurt you, and when they mess with you they mess with me. I'm going to shove an angel blade so far-"
"N-no. Dean, you don't understand. Angels are... too powerful. One of my brothers did this to me, and even Gabriel couldn't fix it." Cas says quietly, defeated. Cas tries to reach towards Dean but finds empty space as Dean backs away from him.
"This can't be happening." Dean says rubbing his eyes and looking down at the ground.
Cas starts to cry. "D-Dean..."
"NO CAS." Dean yells. "It's one thing after the other, we don't get a break do we, Sam?" Dean asks making it sound more like a statement more than a question. Dean stands up strait and you could tell that his anger is just beginning. Sam notices, swallows, and looks down at his black slippers.
"P-Please... don't... be mad..." Cas pleads.
Dean's anger rises more and he no longer hears Cas. "It's this and that, death and prophecy and shit. I can't take it!" Dean grabs the Mayonnaise and slams it onto the wall, exploding. Sam and Cas both flinch.
"Its fine, Dean." Sam says, swallowing.
"NO SAM." Dean yells. "Don't you see-"
"Dean! Just stop yelling!" Cas runs to Sam, who pulls him close. "He's scaring me, Sam. Make him stop yelling." Cas says, tears pooling.
Sam clenches his jaw and unclenches. "Dean, calm down. This isn't you."
After a moment, Dean realizes what he was doing, looks down at his arm, looks back at Cas and Sam, rushes away, and slams his bedroom door down the hall.