Hello my little wayward sons! I'm sorry for the awful cliffhanger on the last chapter, but fear not, for I have Chapter 10! So read and REVIEW darlings! :)

Chapter 10

The next thing Castiel knew he was in Noura's living room, a cup of coffee steaming in his hand, knees bouncing nervously. He hadn't wanted to take Dean to the hospital because he knew what would happen if they had seen his scars. They would have shipped him off to some mental hospital and Cas wouldn't have been able to take that. He knew Dean wouldn't have been able to either. So he had taken him to Noura. Believe it or not, Noura was actually a very skilled doctor. She was definitely the next best thing to a hospital.

He had hauled Dean up the porch steps and knocked on the door repeatedly, yelling Noura's name all the while. He had been lucky she was home.

She had directed Castiel to her bedroom, instructing him to lay Dean on her bed and wait in the living room. Cas had wanted to stay and watch what she was doing, just to make sure Dean was alright, but she had refused.

So now he sat on her plush white couch, the cup of coffee he had made fifteen minutes ago burning his palm.

After an agonizing half an hour of waiting, Noura had appeared by his side. Castiel shot to his feet, a bit of coffee spilling over the edge of the mug and onto her spotless carpet. "How is he?" he asked worriedly.

Noura smiled slightly, dropping down onto the couch and motioning for Cas to do the same. As soon as he sat, he looked down at the coffee stain on her rug. "Sorry about that," he muttered.

"It's fine Castiel," she laughed. "I've always hated that rug."

Castiel smiled back, but it was forced. "So will he be okay?"

"Yes, he will be just fine Castiel. I've dressed his wounds and gave him something for the pain," she informed him.

Cas breathed a sigh of relief and stood, moving towards the bedroom, only to be stopped by Noura's hand on his wrist. "He's resting," she whispered. "Best let him sleep."

Cas nodded reluctantly and took a long drink of coffee, shuddering at the bitter taste. Coffee was one of the human things he had never quite gotten used to. He drank it because Dean liked it, but the bitterness always made him cringe.

"So, Castiel, if you don't mind me asking, how did this happen?" Noura looked down at her feet, obviously uncomfortable with the question.

"It's Sam's birthday…" Cas whispered. "And he couldn't take it."

"Sam?" Noura asked. "Who's Sam?"

Cas sat back down on the couch, facing Noura. "He was Dean's brother. Before we moved to Great Barrington he was killed."

"Oh my god!" Noura screeched. "I had no idea! What happened?"

"Um… well, a burglar broke into Sam's house and Sam was there and… he was murdered," Cas struggled finding a lie that she would believe but she seemed to buy it.

"That's horrible," she shook her head sadly. "Poor Dean."

"Yeah. It was awful," Cas recalled the painful memory. He had been too late to save Sam. He had barely made it in time to save Dean. It had been difficult, considering Dean didn't want to be saved. He got there just in time to see the life in Sam's eyes drain away as the werewolf's teeth sunk deeper and deeper into his flesh. Cas didn't bother trying to save Sam because he could tell he was already gone. Dean had been held back by three other werewolves, struggling desperately to get to his brother, all the while yelling "Sammy!" at the top of his lungs. The werewolves holding Dean had turned him around to face them, baring their teeth. Cas could have sworn Dean tilted his head back, allowing the werewolves access to his neck. Later Dean had told Cas that they thought it was a loner, not a pack, so they weren't prepared to be ambushed by four of werewolves. Cas had smited the werewolves easily and Dean had collapsed to the ground, sobs beginning to rack his body. Cas had leaned down, wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulders, but Dean had flung it off angrily. "Go away!" he had screamed. "Just let me die! God, let me die!" That was when Cas had realized he had seen correctly. Dean had wanted the werewolves to kill him. He didn't want to live without Sam. "Oh Dean," Cas whispered sadly, reaching out to him. "Don't say that."

"Castiel!"

Cas snapped back to reality at the sound of Noura's voice. "Sorry," he muttered, shaking his head as if he could shake the memories away.

"What is it?" Noura looked up at him with worried eyes.

"Nothing, I…" Cas trailed off before meeting Noura's eyes. "I just miss him too. We were friends."

Noura placed a comforting hand on Castiel's back. "I'm sorry."

Cas smiled sadly. "Yeah, well I'm okay now. I'm happy with my new life. I'm happy with Dean. But obviously Dean's not over it. And honestly that scares me. I just, I don't know what I'd do if-" Cas was surprised to find the lump in his throat wouldn't allow him to continue his sentence.

"Shhh. It's okay, it'll be okay," Noura soothed. "Hey, why don't you sit by Dean and wait for him to wake up? I'm sure he'd like you to be with him."

Cas nodded silently, wiping away tears he hadn't known escaped. He rose from the couch and made his way to Dean's room.

As soon as he saw Dean, his breath caught in his throat. He looked so pale and vulnerable it made Castiel's heart ache.

Quietly, so he wouldn't disturb Dean, he pulled a chair up next to the bed and sat down. Cas sat for a couple hours just staring at the man he was in love with. He knew he had never seen a more beautiful human in his entire existence, and he had been around for quite a while. He smiled fondly, recalling the first time he ever laid eyes on Dean's soul. Even battered and broken, his soul shone brighter than anyone else's in the Pit. As soon as Cas laid a hand on him, he knew he was the one. He'd always known. He had never been very good at hiding the love he had for Dean. He was caught staring at him frequently and he was pretty sure by the time Sam died, he knew. Actually, he thinks Sam knew well before that.

Cas was pulled out of his memories by a little grunt coming from the direction of the bed. He turned to see Dean opening his eyes slightly, squinting up at him. "Cas?" his voice came out hoarse and he coughed a bit, his eyes sliding closed again.

Cas reached out and ran a hand through Dean's spiky hair comfortingly, rubbing his thumb against Dean's forehead. "Shhhh, go back to sleep, you need rest."

Dean nodded sleepily and soon he drifted off once again.