CHAPTER 3

It wasn't until a week later that Michael got his revenge on me for ignoring Lucifer and him at the Diner. Gabriel had done everything in his power to keep them away, and he had succeeded for the most part. After explaining to Sam that I wasn't a mute, he agreed to help me to the best of his abilities. So leaving early and staying gone until late at Deans, I was able to get home around the same time as Gabriel. Not taking any chances, Gabriel would sleep with me just to make sure Michael didn't try anything, seeing as Lucifer had a strict sleep schedule. This particular day, a wednesday, I was bedridden with a migraine.

Texting Dean and my friends that I was okay, I stayed home, completely forgetting among the pain that this was the last place I wanted to be. Just as the advil I had taken at seven started working, I heard my bedroom door creak open. Looking at it through blurry eyes, I saw that it was Lucifer. He walked over to me slowly, stopping by the side of my bed. He lays a hand on my forehead, frowning in thought. "You are extremely hot, and sick by the looks of it. I will take you to the hospital after I eat breakfast. I don't feel like cooking so I am going out. I will be back within half an hour." I nod slowly, turning on my side as he leaves.

Lucifer wasn't a bad brother, not now anyway. He was mean, sure, but he was much nicer than Michael. With that thought in mind, I allow myself to sleep. When I wake, I'm sure it has not even been ten minutes but there's no way I can go to sleep with Michael dragging me out of my room by my hair. If I hadn't already had a migraine, I would definitely have one now. I struggle as hard as I can and that's not much considering how weak I am at the moment. I try to grip the doorway that leads to his room, but I am aware it won't work.

I saw that my nails had left behind three scratch marks before Michael had slammed the door closed. I looked up in confusion when he dropped me on the bed, grabbing a semi-wet rag from his dresser, walking over to me until he is bent over my shaking form. "How I would love to hear your screams while I do this, but it's morning and anyone could hear so..." He trails off, slamming the rag over my mouth and nose. I immediately breath in, regretting it mere seconds later as my body stopped struggling against Michael's hold.

"Go to sleep."

0o0

My head is pounding when I wake, no doubt another migraine. I try to move but it's next to impossible. My entire body is screaming at me to just lay there and die. I manage to open my eyes, but just barely. Lucifer is yelling at someone just beyond my vision, though I don't know what he's saying over the loud blood rushing around my brain. Turning slightly to see who he is yelling at, I see Michael.

He is covered in blood.

Looking down at myself, I see the same and it's clear to me that it's my blood. I let out a sharp scream and the air in my lungs is rushing out in big wisps of air. Michael looks at me in confusion as Lucifer rushes over to me, trying to calm me down, but all I see is the blood. I can't stop screaming. I'm getting louder, I know by the distressed look on Michael's face since he wouldn't be distressed by the agony I am in. I keep staring at him, screaming and Lucifer is shaking me as hard as he can.

I can see images of a harsher time, when Lucifer would be standing next to Michael, laughing at my misery. A time where the blood hadn't affected me as much as it does now. I can hear Gabriel pounding on the door, his cries of terror after busting it open. There is blood every where. The walls, the brothers, me.

I just want it off.

"OFF! OFF CASTIEL! OFF! OFF!" I yell out and Lucifer figures out why I'm acting the way I am rather quickly. He gently and slowly starts to pull the clothes off but I need them off NOW! Struggling against his soft touch, I start tugging harshly at my clothes, feeling light headed, no doubt from blood loss. "Castiel, stop!"

I don't.

Finally having enough, Lucifer does what I wanted him to do from the start, ripping these filthy, disgusting clothes from my body. Once there gone, I fall back onto Michael's bed, curling in on myself. The cuts all over my body are bleeding,though not heavily enough for me to freak. I feel arms wrap around my body, picking me up and walking swiftly from the copper smelling room. After being set on a counter, I open my eyes, staring at Lucifer as he grabs a rag from the linen closet, wetting it in the bathroom sink.

He slowly cleans the cuts and tears slowly well in my eyes as Lucifer takes care of me. Lucifer's not a bad brother. When I was younger, Lucifer had been left to take care of a whole household by himself. He had to give up college and his dream of being Doctor to take care of us and sure, he didn't have to do the things he did with Michael back then, but I forgave him a long time ago. He was misguided by the demon known as Michael in his time of weakness, which was kind of funny since you would think with a name like his, he would be the mastermind.

Lucifer paused as he lifted a hand, brushing away some of my tears, pulling me into a hug I hurriedly returned. I was a sobbing mess, wetting Lucifer's button-up quite well. "I'm sorry, Cassie." He says to me and I just nod, hugging him tighter. Unwrapping my arms from him, he starts to clean my legs. When he's done with that, he picks me up again, leading me, surprisingly, to his room.

No one, and I mean no one, was ever allowed in Lucifer's room.

Closing the door behind him, he sets me on the foot of the bed and I watched as he grabbed one of his many AC/DC shirts that I often stole, before walking over to me, gesturing for me to lift my arms up, which I do without complaint. He slips the shirt over my person, before picking me up again, settling me underneath the covers.

"Sleep. I'll have Gabriel bring you some medicine since I can't take you to the hospital like this." He says. It doesn't take long before I'm completely knocked out.

0o0

I shoot up in the bed, groaning as I grip my stomach. I'm gonna be sick, and just when I think I'm going to throw up all over myself, a bucket is practically thrown in my face.

Lucifer was lucky. My revenge for our bad past was going to be the bile.

It doesn't take long for me to start dry heaving, seeing as I hadn't ate dinner or breakfast. I feel a hand rubbing circles on my back and lean into it, sighing loudly. Slowly, the bucket is taken away from me and I look up at Lucifer who had pulled me closer to him as he checked my temperature. I felt I owed him, at least a thanks. Grabbing his hand from my forehead, I grip it in mine. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Thank you for helping Ca-" I cut myself off, biting my lip before taking a breath and repeating my sentence. "Th-thank you for helping m-m-me." I stutter and he looks at me with something akin to surprise before nodding, picking up a bag from the floor. It was a rite-aid bag, so I'm assuming Gabriel was back from school. Lucifer pulls out NyQuil and I groan. I hated that stuff, despite knowing it worked fairly well. Not only that, Lucifer makes me take two whole cups of it, instead of the recommended two because he knows I won't wake up for many hours.

Says it will help me get better faster.

He's right, but I would never admit it to him.

Swallowing the vile liquid, I watch as Lucifer leaves the room, coming back a few minutes later with chicken noodle soup. He makes me sit up straighter so that he can feed me, despite my protests. If there was one thing you needed to know about Lucifer, was that he did not like when any of his brothers were sick. He'd cuddle them to death until they were ok enough to be yelled at for getting sick in the first place. I was ok with it, but Gabriel and Michael...oh boy. They always threw a hissy fit.

I...

"Cassie not hungry." Right back to third person, right back to the pathetic piece of trash I am. I push the half-empty bowl away from me, crawling under the covers, avoiding Lucifer's worried gaze. He's quiet a second before sighing. "Have you been taking your medicine, Cassie?" He asks, rubbing my arm through the covers. I shrug him off, throwing the covers over my head. "You know you need to take them. The last time you stopped you-" I cut him off with a frustrated yell. "C-castiel knNOWS WHAT HAPPENED!" I yell, my voice cracking at the beginning.

Instead of bothering me further like he probably wants to, Lucifer silently leaves me to myself, to rest. The NyQuil is coming at me full throttle and I wish Lucifer hadn't taken the bottle with him so I could down the rest and never wake up. Michael would be happy without me here, and Lucifer and Gabriel wouldn't always have to worry about me. My 'friends' could finally stop pretending, and Dean, my beautiful, wonderful Dean, could find someone truly deserving to be by his side.

I wouldn't have to be in the god forsaken planet any longer. I could finally be fucking happy...I wish I had a sandwich right now. I shouldn't have made Lucifer leave, I'm still hungry and sleepy as fuck. I hate medicine. What if I wanted to watch a movie?

Of course I fall asleep a few seconds later.

This time, until the next morning.

A/N: Not as long as the last chap, but I kind of wanted you to see an average day of Castiel, some-what average anyway because he isn't always sick. I also wanted you to see the "family" dynamic of Castiel and his elder brothers.

Until Next Time...

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