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All credit to Eric Kripke and the writers/ producers at the CW.
The hunter and the angel sank to the floor, Castiel holding Sam, cradling his head against his shoulder, not sure what else to do. He had never seen Sam in this state before.
Castiel didn't know how long they sat huddled on the floor; he held Sam until the shudders subsided into occasional tremors that gave way to the odd twitch as Sam drifted into an exhausted sleep, safe in the arms of an angel...
Castiel sat content, ever in his role as the Winchester's guardian. As Sam drifted into a troubled, exhausted sleep, Castiel allowed his mind to wander and his hand to drift, resting it against Sam's forehead to check his temperature. The angel absent mindedly brushed back a few silky strands of Sam's hair. It was soft, like angel feathers, Castiel mused thoughtfully, remembering his wings as they used to be.
Sam shifted in his sleep and Castiel instinctively tightened his grip, trying to infuse as much comfort into the gesture as he could.
It was then that he noticed something hard pressing into his wrist. Sliding his fingers across Sam's shirt, Castiel realised he could feel Sam's ribs and count them through the fabric, the bones almost protruding from the skin.
When was the last time he ate? Castiel wondered. It had been weeks since Dean disappeared, and with Sam in this unnatural state of fragility, food was perhaps the furthest thing from his mind. He would have to do something about that when Sam woke.
Maybe he could fix him PB&J... What did Sam like? Castiel knew Dean had loved burgers and beer. Sam was normally more nutrition conscious, opting for a salad or something healthy.
Usually he looked after himself, something that had clearly fallen to the wayside in the wake of Dean's death and disappearance.
Well, Cas was here now, he wasn't going anywhere and he would soon have Sam back on his feet - he owed Dean that much at least...
