Although Castiel was new to any form of love, he wasn't blind to it... He recognized it when he saw it in Dean's eyes, and a broken half-hearted smile pulled up on one corner of his mouth. Dean loved him like he loved Sam... And for the first time tonight, he felt it reach his heart... Their bond was singing to him, and it was convincing him to stay, if only for now. No one else was privy to this love from dean, and he would not squander it. Moving his feet one at a time, and trying to lean his weight off of Dean again, he walked with one arm around the hunter, still gripping the jacket fiercely. "I... I will not leave..." He owed him that much at least. "I wish I still had my power... I might have been able to help with something..." When they arrived to the impala, Sam was already curled up in the back seat, hugging himself and trembling. Concern shot over Cas's features. The side effects of the trials were accelerating at an alarming rate. "S-Sam-" he choked out, nearly tripping over his own feet even though Dean supported him. No, Sam couldn't die... He couldn't!

Dean helped Cas into the car, and then rushed to his brother's side, "SAM" he took Sam's sweaty face into his hands and attempted to get Sam to took at him. Through half-lidded eyes Sam could see a blurry Dean, "D-... Dean..." Sam croaked softly and harshly, barely escaping his lips. His head fell backwards and Dean brought a hand to the back of his head to help support it, Dean was now choking on his hears, tasting the salty liquid pass his lips. "S-Sam-my" he balled, he buried his head into sam's shoulder and let the tears flow from his face. His agony cried out inside his chest, looking up barely to look at Castiel, who was barely visible through his watery eyes, "Cas... Sam..."

Nearly falling into the seat, Castiel turned himself around in the front to peer back at Sam worriedly, reaching out to touch the younger Winchester's hand with his own. Sam took it and squeezed feebly, but he still couldn't find the strength to raise his head. They were all scared... Sam was just doing his best to try and hide it. "Dean," Cas spoke up softly, before half crawling through the seats to reach his hand out to him too. "Dean, i-it will be alright... Perhaps Sam needs rest. Doesn't that make humans feel better?" He squeezed Dean's shoulder, and squished himself a little closer to pull both his boys into an embrace. He'd only ever done so once before, but now they needed it. "I love you as I do my own brothers... Please do not lose faith in Sam..."

Dean sniffled and put a hard face on, to be brave for his Sammy, "we gotta bring him to a hospital" Dean thought that would probably be the best thing to do for Sam right now. Luckily, he had scoped the nearby area before and he knew exactly where the closest hospital was, bout 40 miles out, an there was no doubt Dean would make it more like 5 miles. He jumped in the driver's seat and revved baby to a start and he pushed the pedal and immediately began speeding, even Dean was a little scared he was going /too fast/, but Sam mattered so much more. He put a cap on his emotions, as he drove, and pulled into the parking lot of the hospital on the ER side. He didn't say anything to Cas, blind and deaf to everything until he knew Sam was safe. They got in right away, and as soon as Sam was on the hospital bed, the doctors all looked at each other with looks that Dean didnt like to see. "Can you help him?" His wall of bravery thinning.

Castiel pursed his lips and said nothing in response as Dean decided on bringing him to a hospital... As an angel, Sam's condition had been beyond what even /he/ could heal. As much as Castiel loved humans, and for as much faith as he had in them... He doubted they could do anything more than keep him comfortable. Perhaps what Sam had would pass on its own... Or it would kill him. Both options were teetering on the tip of a double edged blade - it could go either way. Sitting back in his seat properly as Dean drove, he had one hand held out behind him grabbing onto Sam's, and the other was holding Dean's arm. Cas just needed to feel them both for some unexplainable reason... Other than the sound of the roaring engine, the drive was silent until they arrived at the hospital. When they brought Sam in, the doctors did take him, promising Dean they would do their best to figure out what was wrong... Cas had to let go of Sam's hand, and the grip on Dean's jacket only tightened to a fist in response. Expression blank, he looked up at Dean as the doctors wheeled Sam away on a bed to the back room. They needed to wait until the doctor came back before they could see him again. "... Dean, I'm sorry..."

Dean clenched his eyes shut, wrinkles creasing his face, just for a moment before he turned to Castiel, who spoke with a voice thick with sorrow. "Cas.." He choked out, and the tears broke his surface. He leaned forward, grabbed Cas's had with his own, and let himself slump into Cas as he wept lightly. Sam wasn't dead, yet, therefore heavy tears were unnecessary as of yet, but nonetheless Dean clenched to his ex-angel.

Castiel bit his lip hard as he watched Dean beginning to break... Never had he seen so much emotion on the hunter's face, nor had he seen so many tears. He was in complete anguish, and there was nothing the ex angel could do to make it better. Nearly stumbling backward in surprise as the other leaned forward against him, Cas simply sighed, closing his eyes as he gave Dean's fingers a squeeze. There was no use telling him just how much he wished he could help - Dean already knew that. Ducking his forehead down on top of the hunter's shoulder, his free arm circled around his chest so his hand could rest between the other's shoulder blades to keep him near. "Sam can make it... If there is one thing humans have taught me, it is that the Winchester's do not go down easily... Nor do they /stay/ down."

Dean lifted his head slightly to weakly smile through his tears at Cas. He wiped one half of his face with the sleeve of his jacket. He heard the door to the waiting room open and a doctor staring at his clip-board came out and walked towards him. Dean turned from Cas to greet the doctor, "is he stable?". The doctor answered him with a blank face, "yes, but only for now. He seems to be having lots of spikes up an down. You may see him quickly, if you like, but visiting hours are over already so you can't stay here." The doctor matter-of-factly informed Dean. He needed to see Sam's face not riddled with pain, so he followed the doctor to Sam, and Sam lay unconscious, IV filled with morphine. He put a hand on his brothers chest, feeling him breathe, "oh Sammy.." He watched and listened to the heart monitor for a moment, everything seemed normal, right now. He looked at Cas again with a feeble smile.

Cas moved his head off of Dean's shoulder when the hunter looked up again, offering him a tender smile as he dabbed at the tears on the other side of Dean's face. He didn't look away from his eyes for even a moment, until the doctor returned to the room with an update. He could feel a weight lifted off his chest as they were told he was stable, even if it was just for now, and quickly followed after Dean to Sam's room. Seeing him so peacefully asleep on the bed put a half smile on Castiel's lips. Standing at the foot of the bed and watching as Dean perched beside him, he couldn't help but feel something tug at his heart... This love that the two boys shared was beyond anything Castiel had ever seen before. It put a sense of longing within him to watch. Stepping over to Sam's other side, he knelt beside the bed and laid two hands on Sam's forearm. Closing his eyes and lowering his head, Castiel did the only thing that he /could/ still do for Sam... He began to pray. He had no idea who or what would listen to a fallen angel's prayer, if anyone at all... But all Cas had left was hope, and this small, broken little family that had cared for him for so long. He didn't want to lose them.

Dean took his time staring into his brother's face, taking in the sight of him not in pain. He didnt move his hand away from his steady rising and falling chest, feeling him, whispering pleas. Dean wanted to pray, as he saw Cas doing so, but who would he be praying to? Metatron? No. He would rather go back to hell for his Sammy than pray to that bastard. However, he understood why Cas was trying, and he was grateful for him. The doctor walked in silently, and with a soft voice informed them politely that they needed to leave now. He reluctantly took his eyes off if Sam's face to look at Cas. He muttered a quick "okay" and held his hand out to the still kneeling man, "c'mon Cas, we gotta go"

Castiel hardly noticed when his prayer turned enochian, and the words he whispered grew softer. He kept it short and simple, hoping that god would hear his pleas and give Sam a chance at fighting this... He didn't realize he was crying again until the doctor came back, and Dean came over to hold his hand out to Castiel. With a sigh, he finished up his last few words, before raising his head and taking Dean's hand as he pulled himself to a stand. Using his other sleeve to wipe at his face, almost in embarrassment, he nodded. "At least Sam will rest easily here," he wouldn't recover overnight, though. It'd still take a few days or weeks for that.

Dean looked at Castiel softly, as he noticed the wetness on his cheeks. Tears for not only the ex-angels fallen brothers but for Sam. He wiped his chin with his thumb where a left over tear remained, and the walked out. Dean didn't notice that he hadn't let go of Castiel's hand, but he held it absent minded with thoughts of the evening still making his head spin. They walked to the Impala, waiting patiently, and he let his hand slip away as they went to opposing sides of the vehicle. Dean took a moment, rested his head on the top of the steering wheel, before starting her up. He looked at Cas again, "hotel?". He said more than asked, before pulling out of the parking space.