Sybil's room was a manifestion of chaos. The floor was littered with blankets, clothes, and various odd objects (Sam swore he saw a spoon among the clutter). There were painted canvases, crookedly hung. The paintings all seemed to vaguely resemble something, but Sam couldn't place his finger on it. There were also words scrawled on the walls, resembling those on God's tablets. The bed was the sole piece of furniture. It was stripped of all but one blanket and a lumpy pillow. Castiel looked unnerved. Sam just shook his head.

Sam closed the door the door behind them. He looked Cas in the eye. "What's with you, lately?"

Cas tilted his head, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You've been more violent lately. First the shifters, then the siren, now that fight with Lucifer! You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"I was willing to risk it, if it meant stopping him…" Cas replied harshly.

"How can I trust you if you're going to flip out like this? Maybe I'm better off alone…"

Cas slammed Sam into the wall. "Don't act like you're the only one who wants Dean back! That you're the only one looking for solutions!" He barked. "Or that you're the only one who knows the Hell he's going through. You're not the only one who's had Lucifer in their head, remember?"

Cas sighed. He eased up on Sam. "I would rip this world apart to get Dean back. And I'd do anything I can not to loose you, too. You're all I have left." He looked down. "All that time… I should've been there with you two…"

Sam gripped Cas's shoulders. He should've realized what had been wrong with him. After all, Cas had been through his own share of crap the past few years. "Cas, you know we're going to save Dean, right?"

Cas nodded.

"And Dean's clearly fighting back?"

Cas nodded again.

"Look, we both know too well Dean'd do anything for me. But I know he'd go to extremes for you, too. If you're looking after me for him, I need to do the same for you. We're partners. Got it?"

Castiel nodded, a small smile creeping to his lips. "I understand, Sam…"

Sam pulled the angel in for a hug. Cas awkwardly patted his back. There was a knock at the door, splitting the two up.

"You guys done having sexual tension yet?" They heard Sybil call from the other side of the door.

Sam opened the door. The prophet stood there, tapping her foot and scratching her arm. Sam and Cas exited the room.

"You can stay here for the night. We're completely off Deanifer's radar here. We've only got my bed and a futon, though, so it won't exactly be The Ritz…"

Sam shrugged. "I've slept worse places…"

"And Crowley and I don't require sleep…" Castiel replied.

Sybil smiled. "Good… Now can you split your demon up from my archangel? Gabriel magicked up some heavy-duty booze. Now they're smashed…"

The two nodded and headed for the living room.

~0~

"'M tellin' ya, he wuznt injustif- enjusti- He wuznt wrong!" Crowley shouted drunkenly.

"Yeah, buuuuut that doesn't mean he could be a *hic* dick abut it!" Gabriel slurred.

"And Squ- Squirtle could? It wuz th' blooooody wankerz fault in th' first place!"

"He can make *hic* m-mistakes!"

"An' Moosey can't? Der too attached anyways…"

Gabriel paused, as if Crowley had just revealed all the world's secrets. "Well… *hic* Yur just a dick… Wif a beard… Yur a dickbeard!" He said, then laughed at his oh-so-cutting remark.

Crowley was about to cry about the vicious insult. Castiel finally spoke up. "Gabriel! Crowley!"

Gabe turned around and grinned. "Hey! M'little bro! *Hic* What's up?"

"Caaaaaaaaaassie! Hiz bein a meanie…" Crowley said, pointing at Gabriel accusingly.

Castiel didn't humor them with a response. He grabbed the two and dragged them to another room.

Sybil suddenly winced and clutched her head. She screamed in agony, her eyes squeezed shut. Sam panicked. "What's going on!?"

"SOMETHING TO WRITE WITH! NOW!" She said through gritted teeth. Her eyes were a solid blue glow. Sam complied, handing her a Sharpie. The prophet took them and scrawled something Enochian on the wall. She dropped the Sharpie and blinked. Her eyes returned to their normal amber. She started shaking, loosing her balance.

Sam grabbed her and guided her to the couch. "Are you okay?"

She nodded as they sat down. "Just got some glimpses at the future… And other places… I don't know…" She gave Sam a look. "You're not pregnant with Impala/Human hybrids, are you?"

Sam looked confused. "No."

"Good." She rubbed her temples. "I hate seeing all these other universes!"

"Is it always that painful?"

Sybil shook her head. "Used to be worse. Gabe says my body needs to adjust more, given the retroactive prophet-making…" She shook her head. "I had a way to make it hurt less, but…" She scratched her arm and sighed. "I didn't want this…"

Sam shook his head. He got up and grabbed his beer. "Neither did Kevin…"

Sybil nodded. She laughed bitterly. "I could have it worse, though. I could be you…" She said sarcastically. The prophet soon frowned, regretting her choice of words. "I-I'm just gonna go to bed…"

Sam simply took a drink.