"Cas, dude, you don't look so good." Dean said.

Cas didn't respond. He just looked at Dean with a blank face.

Dean didn't think anything of his reaction and said, "Come on Cas; follow me."

Dean walked to the bathroom and got the first-aid kit out from under the sink, Cas close behind.

"Sit down."

Cas, being the angel that he is...or was, sat down on the floor.

Dean chuckled, "That's not what I-," Cas tilted his head and Dean continued, "Nevermind. That's fine," he smiled gently at his friend.

'What's wrong? Why isn't he talking? Where did he get that nasty cut on his neck?' these questions, and more, repeated in his head as he sat down on the floor across from Castiel.

Dean grabbed a wet washcloth and cleaned up Cas' face before bandaging up the small cuts and stitching the bigger one until he got to his neck where the biggest, deepest cut was and he asked, "Where'd you get a cut like that?"

Cas' response was one perfect tear falling.

Dean pulled Cas into a hug. "Cas? What's wrong?" he asked in a concerned voice. He didn't usually hug Castiel but it looked like he really needed it. Cas didn't answer. He just shook and cried into Dean's shoulder, glad to have someone to hold him.

They sat like that for about ten minutes, until Cas couldn't cry anymore. Cas pulled away and stared at his hands. He wanted to tell Dean. He knew he could trust him, but he didn't want to disappoint him, so he kept quiet.

"Cas...what's wrong with the angels? Why did they fall like that?"

"I-I...I don't know."

Dean didn't quite think he was telling the truth and he was definitely curious but Cas looked too tired to talk.


Dean finished bandaging his wounds and stood him up, "Cas, you need to lay down. Come on, let's get you in bed."

Dean led Cas into Dean's bedroom.

"Do you want to change into something more comfortable?" he looked at Cas with concerned eyes.

"No. This is satisfactory."

Dean nodded slowly, "Okay, well...get some rest or whatever you do…" Dean left the room and shut the door behind himself. He went back to the table where Sam was sitting.

"Is he doing okay?" whispered Sam.

"I'm not sure. I cleaned him up and put him in my room to rest. He seems alright physically but, dude, he was crying. Cas just doesn't cry...I mean, hell, he's an angel for Christ's sake. I don't know, man…"

"Did he tell you anything about the angels falling?"

"No. He said he doesn't know why it happened and I trust him," he lied.

"Okay. Let's just get back to searching for omens."

"Yeah, that sounds good."


Author's Note: Review please! Tell me if I suck or if I'm magical. I will lovingly accept all criticism :)