Castiel woke with a start to a loud thumping sound. He looked over at Dean who was flailing wildly in his sleep. Castiel jumped out of bed as Dean kneed the wall once more.
Dean's brow was glistening with sweat and he held a pained expression. Cautiously Castiel edged closer.
Carefully the shorter boy put a hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean struggled as Castiel tried to shake him awake. His emerald eyes flew open, wide with terror, and a loud pop sounded through the dorm.
A chilled silence filled the room as the events of what had just happened sank in. Dean's eyes widened in an almost comical way as he looked from his hand to Castiel. The latter was covering his right cheek, tears brimming in his eyes. "Oh my god, Cas-"
Castiel didn't wait to hear an explanation, all he knew was Dean had just hit him. He ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He headed for the loose tile behind the toilet that concealed a razor.
He wiped it off on his shirt and drew it across his wrist, trails of red sprouting in it's wake. Dean was shouting something, banging on the door, but Castiel didn't care.
Something clicked inside him and he drew the blade longer and deeper across his wrist. He watched as blood gushed from the cut and sat staring with a soft smile. The last thing he knew before the black of unconsciousness was the red of his own blood gushing from his wrist.