This is one of those chapters that no matter how many times I revise and rewrite it, I'm never happy with it. Hopefully, it isn't as bad as I think it is. If it is, then please tell me! Especially if it is!

And as always, thank you to you, my really awesome readers. This is easily my most read story so far. THANK YOU!

Oh, and the italics are... well, I'm not sure how to describe them. It's taking place in what will probably be the next chapter, or the one after that. We're slowly coming to a close here. Five more chapters left at the most!

ENJOY!

"Michael was in his dream?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean repeated for what seemed like the millionth time to him. "The dude is freaking terrified to fall asleep. The only reason he is now is because he basically passed out from exhaustion."

"Well, I'll look but I'm not sure if there's anything we can do," Bobby told him, pouring the three of them each another shot of whiskey.

"There's got to be something!"

"I'll look!" Bobby said a little irritably, "How's Cas doing anyway?"

"Better? I guess?" Dean said, downing his drink. "I just don't know if we got another surprise down the line." And knowing our luck, there probably is, he added mentally.

"But he hasn't thrown up, right?" Sam asked, watching as his brother poured himself another shot. Dean shook his head.

"Well, it's a start at least," Bobby sighed, "Grab a book, and start looking to see if we can't keep the angels out, will ya?"

"Yeah, sure," Sam agreed. Dean finished up his glass of whiskey before nodding.

"More whiskey?" he asked hopefully as the older hunter wheeled himself into the kitchen.

"What do I look like, a waitress?" Bobby called back, "Get your own damn drink!"

"Shut up," Dean muttered when his brother started laughing. "I'll just get my own drink then."


"Almost there. Don't worry. Just hang in there a little bit longer."

"Promise?"

"Yeah! Of course!"

"Why is this happening?"

"Because our lives are awesome like that. Hang in there Cas. You'll be better soon. I promise."


"Yahtzee!"

"What do you got, Dean?" Bobby asked, looking up from the book in his lap.

"There are these sigils that you can put around a bed. It kinda wards off mental projections," he explained quickly, "Looks like our best bet unless you got something else."

"No, it sounds good," Sam told him, "What do we need?"

"Uhh… looks like easy stuff. I'm pretty sure we have all the stuff already," Dean said, rereading the passage.

"Great! Now we-"

"I don't want to sleep," Castiel mumbled quietly. The three hunters' heads jerked towards the stairs. The angel was standing at the foot of them, a blanket wrapped around him loosely. His face looked ashen, his hair sticking up at odd angles. "Can I just stay awake?"

"Cas, we found a way to make sure Michael doesn't bother you anymore," Sam told him calmingly, frowning when his friend shook his head fiercely.

"I do not want to sleep!" he repeated stubbornly.

"You kinda need to," Dean said, feeling like he was talking to a small child. Castiel looked the part too. "You need to get better."

"I am better," the angel told them, but his argument was cut off by him coughing hard. "It's still better," Castiel added at their unbelieving faces.

"How about you sit down," Bobby suggested, "We can make you some soup or something." Castiel thought about it for a moment before nodding.

"Thank you," he said, sitting down on the couch, wincing a little when his back protested the movement.

"No problem."


"Two more minutes Cas."

"You said that five minutes ago."

"Yeah, well… Just keep your eyes open."

"Okay."

"Hey, I said open!"

"But I want to sleep."

"Oh, now you say that!"

"I cannot control-"

"Yeah Cas. I know. But you can't. Not yet. After this, sleep for as long as you like, deal?"

"… Deal."

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-G