So here is the next chapter. Sorry that I didn't update but my computer charger broke and had to wait to get that fix, since I had the chapter in my laptop and I am stupid enough to not use a pen drive jeje :). But enough about be... enjoy.

Oh and as always review please.


Chapter 6

Why do you have to go and...?

I gradually started to spend more time at Bobby's house helping out with a few problems, Castiel sometimes made a bit of a fuss, but was much better with letting me help. But when he got overprotective who was I if not to ignore him, so I did.

Also a new discovery, Dean and I were practically kindred spirits, to better say it he was my long lost brother. Sam and I also got along, though usually we talked more when we were working on something.

Castiel hadn't been back in a few hours, I was expecting him to come by an minute though I didn't expect to be met with a drunk Castiel and Dean. They both staggered dangerously and I called for Sam.

"What the hell did they do?" asked Sam as he walked through the door.

"How much you want to bet that Dean got Castiel drunk" I said and Sam just nodded.

"Hey, I got myself drunk. Dean just... helped" said Castiel as they both nodded in some understanding they had together.

"Yes Castiel, but who bought the drink" he looked like he was going to say something but quickly stopped.

"You got me there, Blair." he answered.

"I'll take Dean and you take Castiel" Said Sam and I agreed.

I put my arm beneath Castiel's shoulder and started to walk to my room.

"Castiel, seriously, why did you drink?" I asked. And he laughed humorlessly.

"Dean said it helps when you have problems. Right now I feel nauseous and dizzy so I would believe that he was wrong" Castiel answered.

"Well apart from you sheer stupidity and lack of will power, what problems do you have?" I asked making conversation.

"I would believe it to be everything that occupies my mind" he answered.

"Castiel we all have a lot of things in our minds that cause us problems" I said.

"I wish it were different things, but it's just one that keeps repeating itself over and over. Making everything else less important" he answered.

"And what is that?" I asked now curious as to what he was talking about, but he just shook his head.

"I can't tell you" he answered and I was disappointed.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because that part is the secret" he whispered in my ear, then chuckled. I shivered slightly at the feel of his warm breath on my neck.

Once at my room I tossed him at my bed. He shifted taking the pillow I used and breathed in the smell. I blushed brightly.

"Do you need anything, Castiel?" I asked trying to get out of the room quickly.

"So much, but painkillers would be great, love" he answered which just made me more uncomfortable. I quickly went down to find Sam in there with the same thing I was looking for.

"So, how's Dean?" I asked him as I motioned for the bottle to take out two pills.

"Same as always he doesn't change much when drunk" he answered.

"I wish I could say the same for Castiel". He shot me a curious smile.

"What happened with Castiel?".

"He's an affectionate drunk, love" I mimicked his voice in the last part, and Sam broke out laughing.

"Well good luck with that" he said and left. I went to get a cup of water and followed suit. Castiel looked up at me as I entered the room.

"You know I feel bad for you. Angels can't sleep it off" I commented.

"Yeah it sucks, as you guys say it" he answered swallowing both pills at ounce.

He stood up and said: " I'll be back in a few minutes" and with that left.

I decided to go take a shower since it was late in the night. It took me about 30 minutes since I didn't want to rush. As he promised Castiel was there, seated on my bed.

"Do you need anything, Castiel?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not really" he answered.

"Um... then why are you here?" I asked.

"I don't really know" he answered.

"You really drank a lot didn't you"

"More than I should... are you mad at me?" he asked, and it astonished me, he thought that I would be mad because he got drunk.

"Why would I be?" I asked.

"I don't know you're usually mad at me" he answered.

"I do, don't I? Castiel don't take it personally, I am sometimes very short tempered and look for someone to take my anger out on, sadly it's usually you. But I don't hate you nor am I mad at you all the time".

"Oh, that's good to know" he said.

"Why?" I inquired.

"It just is. Look I am terribly drunk so I'll just leave you to what you are doing.".

"Then, goodnight Castiel" I said as I sat in my bed with a book to read.

I felt lips brush against my cheek, I shivered at the contact but Castiel quickly pulled away.

"Sweet Dreams, Blair" he said and left