Hello again! Happy Mother's Day everyone! : )
Sorry for the short delay, Friday's episode kinda made it hard to write sweet Cas. : ( What the yak writers? What the yak?
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Sam helped Castiel into the study in time to see Bobby corner Dean. Books were thrown all around the room, and the lamp was knocked over.
"You mind telling me why you're destroying my house?" Bobby demanded. Dean glanced around, purposely not looking at Sam and Castiel. After a minute of silence, the angel spoke up.
"Pestilence carved a message into my back from Lucifer," he explained quietly, "Three more weeks." Dean flinched a little, but no one noticed.
"Three weeks until what?" Bobby asked, praying that it wasn't going to be the answer he thought it would be.
"Until I say yes," Sam said, helping Castiel sit down.
"No one is saying yes," Dean growled, pushing past Bobby to look through more of the books. When it wasn't the title he needed, he threw them to the ground.
"Dean, stop," Sam told him, only to be ignored.
"Dean, it's okay," Castiel said, "It just means that we need the Horsemen rings by then."
"How is this okay?" Dean snapped, abandoning his search for a book. "How the hell is any of this okay? Pestilence is just screwing with us right now! He's playing with us! He could have killed us in a heartbeat."
"But he didn't," Castiel said calmly, "And I haven't broken out in boils or anything serious."
"That doesn't mean-," Dean began to argue, but stopped when the angel started coughing.
"Sam, why don't you get Cas up to bed?" Bobby suggested, "Dean can clean up the mess he made. Don't you look at me like that, boy. You're lucky you didn't break a window." Dean had the decency to look sheepish while Sam and Castiel disappeared upstairs, but worry clouded over his features as soon as they were gone. They had three weeks to stop the Apocalypse. That wasn't nearly enough time.
"Thank you Sam," Castiel muttered from his bed.
"Don't worry about it," the younger man shrugged, "It's the least we can do." Castiel nodded, before letting his eyes drift close. Sam waited for a moment to make sure his friend was truly asleep before going back downstairs to help Dean clean up. Castiel opened his eyes as soon as the door closed. He couldn't sleep, not after what happened last time. He really didn't feel like reliving that again.
Castiel slowly sat up, and coughed a few times. This being sick thing was getting very irritating very quickly. Did he really call the Impala "pretty?" Thankfully, he could count on Dean not to mention it.
He looked around the room, looking for something to distract him. Seeing nothing interesting, he slumped back down. He would not fall asleep. He would not fall asleep. He would not fall asleep. He would…. not…. fall…. asleep….
When Dean poked his head in ten minutes later, Castiel was fast asleep, mumbling to himself. He allowed himself a quick smile until the angel started talking louder.
"Go away. No. No. I'll never tell you."
"Cas?" Dean asked, stepping inside the room.
"No Michael." Dean's jaw clenched. That dick was invading his friend's dream?
"Cas. Wake up," he ordered, shaking the angel's shoulder. "Now." Castiel's eyes flew open.
"Dean?" he whispered.
"Yeah," Dean told him.
"Michael-"
"Isn't here." Castiel nodded.
"I don't want to go back to sleep," he told Dean.
"You don't have to," Dean said, sitting down next to him. "You can stay up for a little bit longer." Castiel nodded, and smiled briefly.
"Thank you."
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