"Okay." Sam leaned back. He sounded totally calm, but internally he was freaking out. Dean stared at him, "Okay? Okay? Seriously I say something like that and all that you have to say is 'okay'?" Suddenly Dean's face fell, and he looked down again, his voice got soft, "You had already guessed didn't you?"

"Yeah. It's really kind of obvious." Dean froze up, and Sam laughed at his fear, "Obvious to everyone but Cas. I know for a fact that he doesn't know about it. I'm fairly sure that Bobby knows though." Dean visible relaxed. He sighed. Sam just smiled, and left, sensing that Dean wanted to left alone. He grabbed his laptop on the way out, and walked down the stairs.

SamW42: Do you guys know if Chuck is on right now?

ChuckS: Yeah?

SamW42: Phone. Now.

ChuckS: Dean?

SamW42: Um, YES!

Gabrielfan1: What's goin' on guys?

But Sam didn't respond, he snapped his laptop shut as his phone started to ring. He picked up before the first ring could end,

"Chuck? Did what I think just happened just happen?"

"I think so. Dean. Just... Holy crap?" The slight fear in Chuck's voice made Sam laugh, "Yeah." He started laughing even harder, "Oh my God. This is seriously like bad writing. I'm here stuck in the middle..."

"What? What do you mean stuck in the..." Realization dawned on Chuck, "Oh. My. God. Oh my God. Shit! What the HELL? Cas... you know? When? I didn't see this in a vision! Tell me! Tell me now!" Sam started laughing harder, so he almost couldn't speak. He finally got it out, "Remember with the Jinn that was possessed by a demon?" He didn't wait for Chuck to respond, "There, in the bar. That's why I left. I asked him if he liked my brother, he responded all 'Of course I do', I told him that he didn't understand, he said that he did but he was pretending that he didn't to avoid an awkward situation, I persisted... and he just said, 'yeah', in this soft voice after a really long, and awkward pause." Chuck didn't say anything for a while. "What are you going to do?" Sam stopped laughing, sitting down on the hard, scratchy couch that was in the lobby of the hotel. He thought for a while before giving Chuck his answer. "I don't know. Get them together?"

"I guess that that's all that you really can do. I presume that you've told them both that you won't tell anyone?" Sam scoffed, "Course I did. They wouldn't have told me if I didn't. And they'd both kill me if I did tell anyone. So if there's any questions, you saw the bar scene in a vision."

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Listen I've got to go now. Unfortunately I can't live off of beer and microwaved frozen food forever. Gotta go to the store." There was a click on the line as Chuck hung up.

Sam just stood in the middle of the lobby for a couple of minutes, not sure of what to do before the receptionist asked him what he was doing, "Oh, uh... just talking to a friend. Sorry, I'll move." He left the lobby, going on a walk around the block to sort out his thoughts. As he was walking, he vaguely wondered if he should tell Bobby. He knew that Bobby probably knew about Dean. Very, very good chance that he'd figured out about Cas... but Sam knew that it wasn't something that you tell other people about, whether they've already figured it out already or not. On the other hand, Bobby was Bobby, and if the end justifies the means... Sam figured that at some point Dean and Cas were going to get together, but how was the big, gaping hole right in the middle of it. Sam could safely assume that Bobby would want to know about it if Sam knew that his brother was in love with his guardian angel. Sam smiled at thinking about what Bobby's reaction would be. He would probably say something about 'disgustingly romantic' or sickeningly adorable', because Sam knew Bobby. He could trust that Bobby wouldn't tell Dean that Sam told him, and even if Dean did figure out that Bobby knew, Bobby would probably still protect Sam by saying that 'he'd figured it out all on his own, idgit.'. On the other hand it was just wrong. He knew that that really wasn't logical, but he knew that he just shouldn't tell anyone about it.

By the time that Sam got around the block, and back to the hotel, he'd decided not to tell Bobby. He wouldn't outright tell him, but if Bobby were to ask him about it, then he wouldn't lie to him. If Bobby asked him about Dean, Sam would tell him about Dean's drunken confessions. He pressed the button on the elevator to get back up to the room, checking the time on his phone. It let him know that around an hour had passed since Sam had left the room, which should've been more than enough time to sort through his feelings and what he'd told Sam. It was halfway up the elevator when Sam's phone rang, the caller ID told him that it was Chuck, "Hey Chuck, what is-?" Chuck didn't let Sam finish his sentence before pretty much shouting into his ear, "He's gonna be okay. He's gonna wake up, and he's gonna be fine!" Sam laughed. Sam just laughed. He knew it sounded cliché, but he felt like a load had been taken off of his back. It almost felt like he was floating, "Thanks, Chuck. No, really, thank you." He hung up, urging the elevator to go faster so that he could tell Dean the news.

When Dean answered the door from Sam's insistent knocking, he saw Sam's grin. He knew that either some news came in, or Sam was going to start teasing him. His fears were washed away when Sam told him "Chuck called, Cas is going to be fine. He said that he'll wake up, and everything is going to be fine." Dean was never going to admit how relieved he was when Sam told him those two short sentences. Nope, never going to tell anyone. Sam pulled out his phone to tell Mels about it, pulling the paper that Cas had written the phone number on closer so that he could read it properly. 227-263-3326. Mels picked up nearly immediately again, and Sam didn't let her say anything before launching into his speech, "It's Sam, I got a call from Chuck, you know, the prophet, and he told me that he had a vision, and that Cas is going to wake up. Cas'll be fine." There was the familiar whooshing of Angel wings, followed by a grinning Mels. "Oh, thank our Father!" She started to laugh with relief. "A wound from an Angel blade for an Angel is a serious thing. You really don't know how unlikely it was that he was going to survive that. I wasn't ready to take on a garrison, being his second in command and all. Thank you for telling me, I really appreciate it." Sam could see where she was a good person to take over if something happened to Cas. He'd seen her in an emergency, and she'd always been calm and relaxed, and now he could see where she would be someone that people would want her to be their leader. She seemed like a nice person. And he was happy. He was happy for Mels, he was happy for Cas, but most of all he was happy for Dean.

A/N: Guys, this was one of my favorite chapters to write. I think that the next chapter should be the last one, kind of wrapping up stuff, healing Cas, and general adorable Fluff Stuffs. I would like to thank all of you guys who are with me on this (Especially all of those who have reviewed! I love reviews! I can never get enough of them). I have 14 followers, and I would like to dedicate this chapter, and the one that follows to you guys. Thanks to you 14 people. You know who you are! Also, if any of you care, I'd like you to take a closer look at that phone number that I created. I think that you might find something interesting about it... I may or may not tell you what it is next chapter, but where's the fun in that? Try to figure it out. If you do, review! I'll single you out as a smart person next chapter if you do... Anywho, please, if you may, take the time to like and comment. Thanks!