The party went on for more than three days. Castiel figured it was Jesse's way of coping with Gale's murder, but he worried about him. This wasn't healthy at all. The music was at its highest volume, there were pizza boxes, beer bottles, cigarettes, even slices of half-eaten pizza all over the furniture. People passed out on the floor to the point where Castiel had to fly in order to move around the house. It became a routine. Every time things seemed to calm down, Jesse would turn up the music, wake everyone up, and leave money for more pizza before leaving for work.

Castiel, ever the observer, quickly realized that Jesse felt a void inside of him and that this never-ending party was his way of filling it. He had noticed that Jesse wasn't a 100% there whenever he came home. He would sit down and stare at nothing in particular while everyone else continued with their partying like there wasn´t a care in the world.

One particularly bad day, after Badger and Skinny Pete left, Jesse broke down completely. He turned up the music and sat in front of the speakers, looking at the mess his house had become. Castiel turned down the volume and, with a black garbage bag, started cleaning the living room.

"Why are you still here?" he heard Jesse say.

Castiel stopped what he was doing. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, I mean, why do you keep up with me and my shit? Aren't you tired of me always screwing up? I'm a monster. A goddamn junkie who can't get anything right."

"You are not a monster, Jesse. You are a good man"

Jesse scoffed and smiled sadly. "Yeah, right"

"I mean it." Castiel resumed with his cleaning. "Believe me, I know a thing or two about monsters. And you, Jesse Pinkman, are not one of them. I won't deny it, I think you've made some poor choices"

Jesse laughed bitterly. "You and I both"

Castiel continued. "But all those times you've redeemed yourself and tried to do better."

"Tried and failed. Honestly, I wouldn't bother with a piece of shit like me." Jesse said as he hugged his legs and buried his face on his arms. "I'm hopeless"

Castiel placed a hand on Jesse's shoulder. "Just because someone stumbles and loses their path, doesn't mean they can't be saved" He gave it a gentle squeeze and left for the kitchen.

The phone buzzed for the fourth time. "Jesse" Castiel said sleepily. "Jesse, the phone"

"Huh?" Jesse ran a hand through his face and picked up. "Hello?" he croaked. He immediately sat up. "What? Hey, hey. What's wrong with him? What hospital?" he said urgently.

Castiel was quickly on Jesse's side. "What is it?"

Jesse looked at him with panic in his eyes. "It's Brock. He's at the hospital. Oh God, I need to get there" Castiel didn't need to hear anything else. He grabbed Jesse by his arm and spread his wings. The next thing Jesse knew, they were standing in the hospital's parking lot. He shook himself and thanked Castiel before running off towards the entrance.

Castiel followed him. Upon entering, he saw Andrea filling some forms.

"Jesse" she breathed.

"Where's Brock?" he asked.

"They got him inside. Grandma's with him." She sniffled. "They got me filling up all this paperwork"

Jesse grabbed her by her arms. "How is he? Tell me what's going on" he said softly.

"The doctors… They don't know what it is exactly. It's like he's got the flu! But he just keeps getting worse." She broke down crying. Jesse hugged her.

"Jesse, I don't understand. He was fine this morning" she cried. "He was fine!"

A nurse came out of a room. "Andrea Cantillo?" she called.

"Right here" Andrea answered.

"Mrs. Cantillo, we're gonna go ahead and take your son to pediatric IC." She motioned the papers in Andrea's hand. "You can bring that with you"

They started following the nurse but she stopped them.

"Sir, are you the boy's father?" she asked Jesse.

"No" he replied.

"Okay. I'm sorry it's just, we try to keep it two visitors maximum."

Andrea turned to Jesse.

"Go, go. I'll be right here if you need me. Go" Jesse said.

He sighed and went outside to smoke a cigarette.

"He'll be okay" Castiel said.

Jesse didn't pay attention to him; he was staring at his cigarette pack. He started taking out the cigarettes, tearing them apart.

Castiel looked at him and cocked his head to one side. "Jesse? Is everything alright?"

"No, no, no, no, no. C'mon, c'mon." He ran back inside. "No!"

He opened the door to another section of the hospital. He ran inside calling for Andrea.

"Andrea!" he said when he spotted her.

"Hey, hey, no yelling" a nurse scolded him. She stopped him. "We can't have you back here!"

"No, no, I need to talk to her" said Jesse desperately.

Andrea approached the pair.

"You two, just take this outside" the nurse whispered.

"Okay, okay" Jesse said as he tugged Andrea out of there.

Andrea pulled away. "My son is sick in here!"

"No, just… Come here" he resumed pulling her until they were back in the main room.

"What is it? Jesse, I can't go. My son is here"

They stopped in the middle of the room, face to face. "I think Brock may have been poisoned, okay?" Jesse said breathless.

"What?"

"T-There's this stuff, this stuff called ricin. Alright? It sounds like 'rice'. You need to tell the doctors about it"

"W-Why would you say that? How would you know?"

"It doesn't matter. Just tell them it's a guess, okay? Ricin. They'll know what you're talking about"

"Jesse" said Andrea scared. "If there's something you're not saying, you gotta tell me"

Jesse backed off towards the exit. "I gotta go. I gotta see someone"

"Jesse!"

"Look, I'm sorry. I got to go. Just tell them, okay? Now! Just do it!"

Jesse came running out. His heart racing. "Castiel! You gotta get me to Mr. White's house, okay?"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down!" said Castiel, preoccupied.

"Now Cas! Do it!"

Castiel grabbed him and landed in Mr. White's front door. Jesse knocked on the door.

"What do you want?" came his voice from behind the door.

"We need to talk" Jesse said.

"Who's with you?"

Jesse looked at Castiel; the angel returned the look. "No one, it's just me. Let me in"

Mr. White opened the door and pulled Jesse inside. Castiel barely had time to enter before the door was shut again.

"I don't know what you're thinking coming here" Mr. White told Jesse. He looked pretty shaken. "Oh Christ, what does it matter? It's all coming to an end. Do you even know what's happening? The full scope, of what is happening? They took me out into the desert! They put a hood over my head and drove me out into the desert, on my knees. They threatened my family! And not just Hank. My wife, my children!" He started hyperventilating. "It's just a matter of time now" he said as he sat down. "I was able to protect them for now but… Gus is gonna make his move"

A car made a turn and Mr. White started running around, paranoid, peeking from the windows. "And I-I don't know when. I don't know where or how…"

Castiel saw as Jesse slowly picked up Mr. White's gun from where it rested on the couch.