Author's Note: This story is primarily written because I am sick of Dean being hurt. It makes me pull sadface. :(

It's probably one of the worst stories you'll ever read but, don't be that harsh. There are enough douches in the world.

Oh, its gonna start out sad, but it has a happy ending. :) I don't like stories with sad endings. :(

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"Dean…Just let me explain." Sam tried, desperation seeking into his voice as he watched the emotions swirl on his brothers face.

"Explain? Explain WHAT? Why you've been drinking demon blood? DEMON BLOOD? I mean shit Sammy!" Dean exploded.

"I-"

His head swung to the left, blood dribbled down his chin. He blinked, then turned his head back to face Dean. He lifted his hand up, and touched his chin, flinching when he felt the forming bruise. He glanced back at his brother, and did a double take. His brother looked…worn out. Looking like he had given up.

"Dean…" Sam started, startled and a little worried.

Dean just sighed, his previous aggravation dissipating into nothing and ran a hand over his face. He looked at his younger brother, and gave him a defeated smile. His heart sank as he was shown just how much he had failed his parents and Sammy's deceased girlfriend, Jessica. He knew they would be disappointed that he hadn't protected Sam from Ruby. But ya know what? He had given it his best. He had told him COUNTLESS times of how that bitch was ruining him. But Sammy was a grown man; he had to make his own decisions. He was not saying he was going to stop helping Sam, what he was saying was that this…this Bullshit was getting old. It was draining him; he was becoming more and more torn apart.

"Sammy…I-I don't know what to do anymore." He admitted softly, his shoulders slumped showing his defeat.

Sam stood stock still, taking in his brother for what seemed like the first time in a long time. There were many worry lines engraved into his face, he looked far more pale than normal. His eyes were swiftly losing that arrogance to them, there shine, there sparkle. Was…was this all because of him? Had he caused his brother all of this stress and worry? Of course he had! All the lies and all the bitching, all the demon blood and how he just seemed to keep pushing and pushing until eventually his brother seemed to have just crumbled. But…what could he do? The damage seemed to have been done. It seemed that he could no longer help his brother. He snapped out of his revere when he saw his brother straighten and give him a slow nod before walking out of the door.

"Dean, where are you going? Are you leaving?" He asked, nervous of the reply.

Dean stops at the door, just barely turning his head to the left to speak his words.

"Sammy? I'm…im going to finally give you what you want." He whispers.

Sam stands there, shocked into immobility*. Dean, taking his silence as agreement, walked through the door and out into the world, not turning back so Sammy wouldn't have the see the tears trailing down his face.

He whispered four last words to his baby brother, before clambering into his car and driving away, from Sam, away from his last living blood relative.

"I love you Sammy."

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Castiel looked down and spied his charge driving to Father knows where.

"Dean?" He asked, plopping into the passenger seat of the vehicle. Wonder where Sam is.

Dean barely jumped. He looked sideways at him, worrying Castiel with the defeated look in his eyes.

"Hey Cas." He whispered, his voice rougher than normal. His red nose and the fact that he kept sniffling gave away the fact that he had be crying.

"Dean…what's wrong? Where's Sam? What happ-"Castiel abruptly stopped his questions when he noticed that it caused his charge more anguish.

"Dean?" He whispered, his hand sliding across the back of the chair and lifting to brush a tear from his face. "Are you alright?"

Dean abruptly pulled the car over onto the side of the rode and stopped the car. He turned to his angel and launched himself at him, sob's pouring out of the poor man's mouth.

Castiel stiffened, un-used to human interaction. He, however, cautiously put his arms around his weeping charge. He was surprised, when he shot back and looked at him, his beautiful green eyes staring at him with tears still pouring out of them.

"Cas…w-will you stay with me? Please?" He whispered, his eyes revealing his wounded and abused heart. "Please stay with me Cas."

Castiel stared at him, surprise evident in his body language.

"What? You…you want me to stay with you? I-I thought you wanted nothing to do with me Dean." He said, staring at him with concern and a sprinkle of wonder with a pinch of confusion.

Dean smiled bitterly at him, "Things have changed Cas. So, will you stay?" He looked up at him, exhaustion evident in his eyes.

"I shall try my best." Castiel whispered, "Get some sleep Dean."

Dean smiled softly up at him, before burying his face into his Angel's neck and falling into a dreamless sleep, finally getting proper rest in what seemed like months.

Castiel stared down at his charge, confusion swirling around in his mind.

"What happened to you Dean Winchester?" he asked aloud.

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*Is that even a word? O_o? How was my first story? D: