The house at the far end chapter 7

Dean felt dizzy, whenever Castiel zapped him places he always felt nauseous after. Sam was still staring at him with open eyes.

Sam flung his arms around his brother pulling him close for a well needed hug. Dean patted Sam on the back willing for him to release.

"Where have you been I've been worried sick about you dean." Sam released his brother and dropped his arms to lie by his sides.

"Well Samantha I would be here at the motel if you hadn't left me, you know at the bar." Dean's dizziness finally left leaving him more comfortable.

"Dean you had your car." Sam threw back in defence.

"I was drinking, you said that you would have my back." Dean protested.

"I had to go I waited for you for hours I left at like midnight." Sam argued.

"Well my phone died this morning." Dean ran his hand through his hair.

"Well what happened to the girl then you obviously went with her." Sam changed the subject quickly, he was not in the mood to argue.

"Oh yeah I went to her house slept the night, when I woke up she was gone." Dean's brow started to sweat, hiding the truth from Sam was better than telling him.

"There is something you aren't telling me, I know there is." Sam looked into dean's eyes and there was no twinkle.

"It's nothing Sam." Dean wiped the sweat off of his forehead he was nervous.

"You look like shit dean something is up." Sam looked dean up and down; he noticed dean's slump and his pale face. He knew his brother better than his brother knew himself.

"Thanks…kick a man while he's down will ya' leave me alone." Dean shouted, the truth was too horrible to backwards. To even think about let alone telling his brother.

"No dean you're my brother would you drop it if it was me?" Sam knew what dean's weakness was… it was him.

"Of course not but im not dumping my shit on you. Ok. Don't you dare look at me like that." Sam stared at his brother with a 'what the fuck' look which dean didn't approve of.

"I don't believe this dean. Let me help you." Sam patted dean's shoulder, he looked into dean's eyes there was no way dean could resist his puppy eyes.

"Sam listen ok I don't feel so good so im gona go and take a nap. Ok." Dean rubbed his stomach with one hand and his head with the other. He suddenly went pale. He fell to the floor with a loud thud leaving Sam speech less.

"Dean!" Sam shouted as he rushed to his brother's side, he lifted dean's head off of the ground and grabbed the pillow from the chair and slid it under dean's head.

"Wake up man. Im sorry for giving you shit. Please wake up." Sam pulled his brother onto his back with one huge pull. He trotted to the sofa, he flopped his still lifeless body onto the soft cushion settee.

He covered dean up with a blanket and prayed for Castiel, Castiel never showed Sam was frustrated all the angels were dicks in his mind.

GABE! Gabe what the hell! Why was he here? This was never good when ever Gabe showed up the rest of the angel crew was never too far behind.