Author's Note: This one ended up being a bit shorter than the first chapter, but I wasn't sure what to write for it. Anyways here's the next one!

Sam's eyes opened several hours later to the sounds of gunfire. Under any other circumstance, he would have jumped right from bed, ready to engage in a fight, but Sam could tell that the gunfire wasn't in the room. It was too quiet, and as he gazed lazily towards the TV saw whatever movie Dean had left, and picked up the lingering smell of cheeseburgers. How long had he been asleep? Sam rubbed at his eyes as he sat up, glancing around. Dean was asleep in his own bed, and the angel was nowhere to be found. Sam found the remote and shut off the tv. His body ached as he forced himself to stand and, after grabbing something to wear after his shower, made his way into the bathroom, turning on the water to hot. His fingers brushed over his lips, wondering if the soft kiss Cas had given him was nothing more than a dream. Sam hoped that it wasn't as he took off his clothes and unwrapped his wounded wrists.

He flinched at the sight, the cuts were caked in blood, and Sam realized that the shower could turn out to be…something of a painful experience, but he went in anyways. Sam groaned when the hot water hit his cuts, the dry blood turning the water red as it dripped to the floor of the shower. It stung, and burned like hell, though however much it hurt, Sam knew that he had to keep them clean or the whole situation would just turn worse. Allowing himself to stand there for a couple of second, he imagined the water washing away all his pain and fears as he began to wash up.

When he was done, he got out of the shower; towel wrapped around his waist and instantly cursed himself. He should have woken Dean up before he got in, then at least he would have some help with his wrists. His eyes dropped to the towel at his waist, the fabric becoming stained. What must the people who cleaned the rooms (if they were cleaned) must think of bloody towels? "Do you require assistance?" Sam jumped, his eyes snapping up to met Cas's gaze, the angel studying him with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

"I, yeah if you don't mind," Sam said and watched as Cas left the room. Sam took the opportunity to pull on some clothes, at least a pair of underwear and pants. When the angel returned with bandages in his hands, Sam was sitting on the toilet, a towel under his wrists. "Thanks," he said softly as Cas knelt in front of him, gingerly taking one of his wrists.

"There is no need to thank me Sam," Cas replied as he began to treat and bandage Sam's wounds. The whole time they were silent, neither one saying anything to the other. "I need to ask for your forgiveness Sam, I was… Out of line earlier. It was not my place," Cas said as he sat up, his hand touching Sam's cheek. "It was not my place to place my lips against yours and kiss you."

Sam looked into his eyes confused and worried about what the angel could possibly say next. Little thoughts were beginning to sneak into his mind, telling him that it would all be for the best if he let Castiel go, it would protect him from any harm that could possibly come to the angel from the small action. His fingers touched Cas's hand, the one that rested on his cheek. "Cas, we shouldn't. You'll get in trouble," he said softly, but in a rushed voice. He wanted to get it over with, just say what he had to. "They could… I don't want anything to hurt you."

"Sam…"

"No Castiel, I just. I couldn't bare it if you were hurt because of me, because of us. Please just. Can we just forget that it ever happened?" The frown that formed on Castiel's lips nearly broke Sam's heart, no it did break Sam's heart. "I need help, but…but not what you are offering to me."

"Sam… Look at me." This time when he spoke Castiel's voice was softer, gentler and Sam glanced up at him. "If anything happens to me, it is not your fault. This is of my own free will. You are not to blame yourself if anything happens." Sam gave a small tentative nod, glancing down slightly. "You are still upset, confused, and afraid. Your eyes tell me so much, say so much that you yourself are unwilling to admit." Cas gently tilted Sam's head up towards him. There was a silence between them as they just watched each other. "I have to leave."

"Don't you always?" Sam said softly, glancing away from him. It didn't surprise him that Cas had to leave; the angel always had something that he had to do that came first above everything else.

"I will come back later Sam."

"I know…"

"Don't cry anymore Sam, you have no reason too," Castiel said softly, and as soon as he had appeared he was gone, leaving Sam alone to his thoughts.

For a while Sam stayed in the bathroom, before he got back up, and crawled back into bed. There was still several hours before Dean would wake up, and Sam just wanted to sleep again, he thought that if he slept, then he wouldn't have to face reality when he woke up again. And he prayed that Dean would never find out about the gentle kiss that Sam had shared with the angel, Sam was sure that Dean would not approve.

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