He was getting damn sick of lighting candles thats for sure. The abandoned warehouse he was in is the industrial part of town; somewhere that was big enough to hide any noises that he made but not somewhere that someone might actually visit. He would of much rather done this at night but he was working on a bit of a clock with Dean and Cas bound to wake up soon, with the thought of Dean and Cas and what they had said a wave of sadness hit him. He knew it wasn't really them but it was hard to remember that when Dean had looked exactly like the brother he had always known his anger usually directed at whatever they were fighting now focused on him. Not even when he was demon was he this mad at Sam, back then he'd more just laugh and play with him. It was more wicked and sadistic then the blunt fury he faced now. Castiel was a different story, when Sam first met him he had some of that look in his eye a mixture of distrust and a cold blank stare; but they'd fought together and had been through so much that Cas never looked at Sam like that again. Sam had taught Cas a lot about being human like how to make eggs and how to use a computer and they both had shared that burden of their mistakes and both sought redemption so it had hurt a lot when Cas told him he'd never find it. Part of him agreed and now he looked back on it he wondered why Cas even tolerated his presence after all he must be able to feel the impurity rolling off him.

A sharp pain on his left hand brought Sam back to reality, he had miss aimed when trying to light the candle and had instead burnt his hand. Focus! deal with the witch first and Dean and Cas later. He finished off the ritual adding the final touches to the complicated symbols now decorating the warehouse floor and started chanting an old latin scripture he had from the book he found earlier. The normal dramatics ensued with small flames leaping up from the bowl of ingredients and he reached for the knife about to add the final touch. He cleanly sliced through his forearm deep enough to draw blood but not enough to really maim him, demon blood he thought but quickly brushed it off. As the blood dripped across the fire the flames turned blue and Sam began to keel over in pain, whatever the spell was doing to summon the witch it was definitely using him as a source. He was getting weaker and weaker by the second and he could no longer support himself standing up, he grabbed the gun from the waistband of his jeans ready to shoot the bitch when she showed up as his knees buckled and he kneeled on the floor.

" Well this really is another level of stupid, I mean summoning me? not the greatest idea unless you want to tango with death and then you go and use this spell? You look like a strong breeze could knock you over kid and your going to be the one to kill me?"

The woman was the same one from before; young short brown hair and wore a feathered necklace and lots of silver jangly bracelets. She waved her hand once and the gun dropped from Sam's hand and he now was on the floor defenceless with no back up.

"You know it would kinda take the fun out of it if I killed you here and now, I think I'll leave that to your friends. Better yet yourself! tell me have the hallucinations started yet?sorry to disappoint but I really got better places to be soooooo farewell. Points for tying though"

Sam pretended to have another wave of pain and pressed his body to the ground concealing the fact that he was grabbing the gun she had waved away earlier and as she turned around ready to disappear he sat up a fired a shot at her. Even with the absolute pain that spread through his veins he was still a good shot and the bullet found its mark in her chest directly in her heart.

"You know, it really doesn't pay to be cocky" he said through clenched teeth

Shock filled her expression and she tumbled to the floor bleeding out into a large puddle. Sam felt relief but only for a second as the pain was back stronger than before and he felt himself pulled under by darkness.

Sam felt very foggy, he thoughts were all jumbled and he went through the process of sorting them out. Why had he tied Dean and Cas up? oh the spell. Didn't he summon the witch? what happened? yeah he had shot her through the heart? where am I now then?

He didn't feel the cool concrete of the warehouse floor like he'd expected it instead it was soft and comfortable and he almost wanted to drift back into unconsciousness but he needed to figure out what was happening.

"Sam?" that was Deans voice he would know it anywhere,

Wait Dean hated me wanted, to kill me right?

Panic began to takeover and he tried bolting upwards reaching for the gun in his waistband but he was in absolutely no condition to do any of the things and instead, tumbled onto carpeted floor also, his gun was missing.

" Easy tiger. I'm not cursed anymore you killed the witch remember?" Deans green eyes were filled with worry and his brow was furrowed in concern

Sam began to actually take in his surroundings, he had been on a couch and this was the motel room from before. Dean was on his knees so that he was eye level with him and Cas stood a few paces back watching him carefully all signs of that cold fury gone.

"Dean? Cas?"

"Hello Sam" Cas said giving him a brief smile

Sam was thoroughly confused "What happened? I was in the warehouse with the witch and then..."

Dean answered "Well after you killed that witch bitch, whatever she did to us wore off and we got free. We were searching for you all day and we finally found you in that warehouse. The witch was dead and you were on the floor passed out looking terrible so Cas brought you back from the brink of death as usual and we returned here and tried to patch you up. you'll have to fill us in on the other details"

"Sam whatever spell was used I can only heal you very slightly, you will probably be very weak for awhile. Do you know what the witch said when she did it?" Cas had now taken a step closer and was speaking calmly

Sam was still taken back with all the knew information why would Cas want to heal him? didn't he hate him?

"Well actually the witch didn't even try to kill me," he said sheepishly,

"I used a spell to summon her, it required using me as the source of its power."

Dean looked a little surprised at that "Dammit Sam! what if Cas and I hadn't found you in time and you died?"

Wait why does Dean care again? didn't he want sam dead? he brushed the thoughts away as best he could of course Dean cared about him they were brothers. Yeah he has to look after you forever, you're his burden. He shook his head still trying to clear the thoughts. something was bothering him from earlier though, he still couldn't figure out why Cas healed him.

"Wait I still don't understand you said you found me at the warehouse passed out. Why did Cas heal me?"

Cas looked almost offended at that "Sam why wouldn't I try to heal you? You are my friend and I will always help you"

Friend, that rung a bell and a memory came back. Castiel in handcuffs telling him that he would smite him into oblivion and he was certainly no friend of Sams. Sam subconsciously backed away from Cas a little, and both Dean and Cas traded worried looks

Dean was first to speak "Sam are you okay?"

Sam knew the answer to this one; fine whenever they asked each other that they both said they were fine. "I'm fine, I just... Didn't you want to smite me Cas? and Dean wanted to kill me" Sam hadn't noticed but he had moved so that he was now pressed into the back of the couch putting distance between himself and Dean and Cas.

Dean almost looked to shocked to speak for a second but Cas instantly replied "Sam, I will never try to harm you. I didn't mean a single word of what I said, that was all the witches spell. I value your friendship highly and I would never think of you as an..." Castiel trailed off not wanting to repeat the words he said earlier with so much malice

Sam finished for him "abomination" Cas winced a little.

Dean had gotten his voice back it seemed ,"Sam, we didn't mean any of it. that wasn't us and I'm so sorry for what I said. We good?"

Sam nodded "Of course, just the spell. sorry"

"You should get some rest, I may have removed some of the effects of that summoning ritual but you'll still be fatigued for a while" Cas replied

"Yeah Sure. Hey Cas?" Sam looked towards the angel from his spot by the couch

"Yes Sam?" Cas had tilted his head curiously

"Thanks for healing me"

"Sam you never have to thank me for that, now get some sleep"

Sam made his way back onto the couch and Dean had began to help him out anyway possible, bringing blankets and water but before Sam drifted off to sleep he couldn't help but think that he really hadn't deserved to be healed.