Sam still had school, and Dean saw him the next day. He swore he was fine, and that the people in the home were nice and feeding him enough.

"Dean, I'm fine. Just, hurry up and figure out how to help me." Sam hoisted his bag over his shoulder, and went to class.

Dean spent the next two weeks trying to figure out how to hire a lawyer, and how to plead his case.
He was so busy with dealing with Sam, that Dean hadn't had any time to work on school. His grades were slipping.


"Dean. We need to talk." Cas was standing by his locker, arms crossed. Dean didn't look at him.

"Dean, where have you been? I know that you've been having trouble with Sam, but that doesn't mean you can give up on school. I waited for you in shop after school for three weeks, and you never came." Cas's voice broke. Dean punched his locker, turning to Cas.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm dealing with all this shit with Sammy and the foster system, and trying to find a lawyer, and I..." Dean sighed. "I'm going to fail at the progress report, and I haven't had any time to get to the shop after school, not just for tutoring. I haven't even touched Baby since Spring break."
Cas's face was one of pity. He reached a hand out, as if to comfort Dean, but one look from the boy made him change his mind.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I hope you can fix everything." Cas walked away.

Dean threw his binder into his locker, slamming it angrily.


Two days later, Dean finally had some time to himself. He'd made sure Sam wasn't going to be adopted anytime soon, and had called one of those TV lawyers about his case. An hour working with my car can't hurt. Dean walked over to the shop, going over to the Impala. When he got to her, he saw none other than Cas working on her, touching his car.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Dean! I'm working on the... The Impala. I thought, since you've been so busy-"

"No! Stay the hell away from my Baby! Fucking shit, Cas! What is wrong with you?" Dean shoved Cas away, looking over the car. Cas stumbled back, gasping.

"Dean. I'm sorry."

"Shut up, Cas. Just stop talking. Go away, go home, go back to your insane family and your perfect fucking life. I don't need your pity." Dean didn't look up, didn't bother to see if Cas had left or not. Cas grabbed his bag, running out of the shop.

-Oops. Heh, so drama. Also mini-hiatus. And by mini-hiatus, I mean gimme a week or so to finish up some other stuff. xoxo-