A/N: I know I said I would update on Monday but IRL has kicked me in the ass, giving me overtime at work. Ten hour shifts for both Monday and Tuesday. I'm updating when I can. Wednesday I'm off. So more will come then. I'm taking out all my stress on Cas.

Chapter Four

Sam found out quick that Cas can not hold his liquor. He's up with him all night, cleaning and changing everything from the trash cans that Bobby can spare and the blankets. Sammy would love to blame all the alcohol for this but he knows it's not just that. There is so much more that is making Cas sick, and to be honest, Sam isn't feel to great about all this because dammit all to Hell if he knows there is really nothing he can do but be there for the former Angel of the Lord.

Cas finally knocks out around three in the AM. Sam knows there is really no point in going back to sleep because Cas probably will be up soon. He does go down to the kitchen to make some nedded coffee.

"How is he?" It looks like someone has all ready beaten him to the punch.

Sam shakes his head at Dean. "Out, for now."

"Good."

"What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep." Dean answers.

"Worried about Cas?"

Dean shakes his head.

Sam wonders if he should tell his big brother about the pills. He'll find out anyway, better from him then the new pill popper in the guest room. Sammy goes to the cabinets and pulls out Castiel's meds. He tosses them Dean. By the look of it, Sam can see that Dean all ready knows. He shakes the few that are left in there.

"I have the nerve to chuck this things down the drain." Dean tells Sam.

Sam goes to the coffee pot to see that Dean has some fresh. He needs a cup, or two or three for that matter. Sam helps himself and asks Dean if he needs another. Dean turns him down politely. "Nah, thanks. Finish it if ya like."

That's dually noted as he takes a sip.

Dean examines the pill bottle in his hand and wonders out loud if these damn things are actually helping Cas. Sam shrugs.

"I tell ya, we'll let him finish these, but I'm not taking him to 'em refilled." declares Dean. "Don't want ya are Bobby to either."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Sammy questions. "Want to dry him out because you know, that worked out so well for me."

Dean glares at him. "That's different! Cas isn't on demon blood!"

"He mine as well be Dean!" Sam sighs. He knows what it's like, Dean has no fucking clue. Oh, he can guess but he doesn't know the half of it.

There is an awkward silence that comes between them. It always does when that subject comes about.

"Al'right then genius," Dean calls his baby brother out. "If ya think ya know anythin' better. Then give a shot."

Dean tosses him back the pill bottle and puts his cup in the sink before storming out.

Sam sighs. He can't finish his coffee. He dumps it go back and check on Cas.

Cas, who was once again up, but not puking up his lungs had heard them. When Sammy and Dean fight. They can yell it out. Bobby has long past finished fussing at them for keeping it down. It doesn't matter. Not in the house.

Sam sees that former Angel awake. He rushes to his side. "You're awake." he pauses. "How are you feeling?" It's a dump question, still worth asking though.

Cas doesn't ask because he doesn't know how to. There is really no point bullshitting with Sammy. He's the smart one for a reason. Dean is of course smart too, but in a different sense. Far from Sam's intelligence.

Sam gives him a small smirk. "Silent treatment. Okay." Sam gets comfortable once again in his chair that's placed beside Castiel's bed.

Cas wonders just how long he's been there. He can't remember much. Everything is dull and hazy. His world is still slightly spinning. It's picking up speed again. Just when he thinks he can take a break from throwing up his lungs, it goes again. Punishment for being a jerk.

Sam can see it coming to and he grabs the trash can just in time. Unfortunately, it's not enough to keep what Cas has coming up.

In his room, Dean is trying to sulk, that's hard to do when Cas is puking. Yeah, it's that's loud. Judging by the sound of it, the break that Sam thought he had was over. Dean could do one or two things here: he can be a little bitch and whine and moan about how Cas is bringing it on to himself or he can actually get off his ass and do something to help because by the way his future self was, there was a whole lot of lack there of.

Back in Cas' room, Sammy is trying his best to get Cas to the bathroom without worrying about the mess that's trailing behind him.

"Need help?"

Sam is thankful when he hears his big brother's voice and not applause. Sam gets Cas to the bathroom and Dean starts cleaning up after him. He's dealt enough with a sick Sammy most of his life where puke, piss, and shit just doesn't bother him. He doesn't just take care of the mess on the floor, while he's add he figures it's time to change those sheets too.

Cas is leaning against the tub. It's close to the toilet if he has to chunk up again. He's holding his stomach. It hurts as well as everything else. He couldn't figure out why when one thing hurt it ended up being a chain reaction? He was slowly, not surly getting to know this body. Cas missed Jimmy. He helped him understand things a lot better with this vessel then Sam or Dean couldn't

Sam wants to give him something but with the pills that are all ready in his system, he can't. Which is why he brings its up.

"I know about the pills Cas,"

Cas turns away from. Shrugs. Doesn't really matter.

Sammy has noticed that after he fell, Cas has become quieter than he usually is. If Sam had never met the guy before he would have sworn he was mute. Sam hates to push, really he does because it doesn't help in the long run. He can rank that up from years of experience with Dean. It only pushes the other person deeper into the what ever dark place they've ever been.

"You know we can't give you anything to help until it cleans out of your system right?"

Cas turns back to him. "No, I don't know, fuck you very much or have you forgotten that I am not costumed to your ways!"

Sam winces at the former Angel's harsh words because they ring true. Cas has been around a long time. Still, he's never really done anything but observe. Hell, they've all ready had to teach him how to sleep, and on more than one occasion how to take a piss. That was fun. Sammy let Dean handle that one. They haven't really sat down with him to give him a full course on how to be human. It's not like they have the time.

"Cas, I'm sorry," Sammy can only apologize.

That's when he hangs his head. "You should have just left me Samuel."

Sammy's out raged but only because he's thinking of something else. The incident at the Roadhouse. "I wasn't going to leave you to get pounded by a bunch of drunk doughebags Cas!"

Cas gives him a chuckle. "That's not what I mean."

Then it clicks.

Until now, Sammy has remained calmed, stuck by his side, but he can't. Not anymore, and all he wants to do now is throttle his ass. He grabs him the shoulders, gets him to look him in the eye. "Listen to me you sonabitch, don't talk like that! I won't have it!"

Cas pushes the jerk off him. "It would've been for the better! I. Am. Worthless here. I don't know what to do! I feel as though I am burden, and the last thing you and Dean now is someone like me standing in your way to protect everything you hold dear!" Cas pushes himself up off the floor, and as soon as he does. He regrets it. His world back to spinning and he feels like he's going to fall all over again.

As pissed off as Sammy is at Cas right now, he's up on his feet to help balance Cas. Cas goes to push him off again but Sam is stead fast, holding on to Cas as tight as he possibly can. Sammy wonders if it's time to talk to him, really talk. To bring up a dark place that he swore that he would never go again. Dean doesn't even know, but Cas needs to. Sammy gets Cas to bed first. He needs to sleep this shit out first. Get him sober so he can see things a little clearer.

TBC...