"Hello, Dean." It sounded guarded and not very friendly. Something was off. "Cas, what's wrong?" Jensen asked. "Why are you eating a salad? Are you ill?" Jensen shot a glance at Jared, who had his cheeks bulging with the bacon and cheese burger he'd ordered. "Ehm... No, no, I... I ehhh, I wanted to try Sam's rabbitfood for once, and he offered a swap." Jared was still chewing furiously, so no help there. "I'm not overly thrilled, Sammy." Jensen added with venom. Finally Jared managed to swallow. "Well, I'm sorry, Dean. This grease sodden sponge, isn't my idea of food either." Cas turned his head from one to the other. "I am still not sure you are ok, Dean. Something is still strange about you two." Jensen dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "Not sure what you mean, Cas, but listen...
Jared sat in the library, ostentatiously reading a book. He couldn't concentrate, adrenaline was rushing through his body and he felt nervous and jittery. Jensen was waiting with Cas in the car, but still. This ghost had killed five people already. Suddenly the room's temperature dropped and Jared could see his own breath fog up. His hand clenched around the gun in his lap. "Ssssssslackerrrr. You should have studied harder, soonerrrr..." a rasping voice called. Jared's head whipped around, a prayer formed in his mind. The ghost pointed at him and he got flung across the room. His head hit a bookcase and for a moment he saw stars. "Hey! Fugly!" he heard Jensen call and a salt round from the sawed off shotgun dissolved the ghost. Jared felt blood seep down his neck and his head swam. The room faded in and out of focus, but he could see Jensen run over and he heard the thud as Jensen dropped on his knees next to him.
"Shit! Jared, Jared... Come on Jpad..." Jensen pleaded softly. "Jens'n... 'M okay.. Just hit m'head." Jensen carefully helped him sit up. "Ooohhhh... No'good... Room's spinnin'round." Jensen cussed. "Cas... Cas!" he called in his Dean voice. "Yes, Dean? Oh... Come.. I'll heal him." Cas put his hand on Jared's head and the tingly sensation of his Grace filled Jared. The room swam back into focus and the nausea that had started, faded away. "Thanks, Cas." Jared said earnestly. "You are welcome, Sam. But why didn't you act sooner? You had the gun at the ready. Are you still affected by the tumble at Bobby's house?" Jared looked sheepish. "I don't know, really. But let's get out before Fugly gets back. I think I recognised him from a picture. Je... Dean, grab that book, will ya?" Still worried, Jensen looked at him. "Ok. But you tell me if you're not ok, right?" Jared nodded as Jensen grabbed the book. While Jensen walked out of the library, Jared noticed a vague smile around Cas' mouth. "What?" he asked him. "Strangeness aside, Sam, your brother will never stop worrying about you. That is reassuring."