It was late in the evening when Sam, Amelia, and Charlie arrived back the bunker. Charlie about flew into the place looking for answers. She had been talking nonstop about Dean. When they entered the bunker the place was silent.

"Cas? Dean? We're home. Squirt here wants to know some answers." Sam yelled through the place. Cas walked out of one of the guest room close by the media room.

"Hello, I'm glad you're back."

"Daddy Cas!" Charlie ran to Cas's awaiting arms.

"Hello there, darling."

"Is Daddy better?"

"Daddy's getting better."

"Can I see him?"

"I don't want you to get was he has."

"I wanna see him." Charlie pouted.

"Charlie, Daddy's not even awake."

"I don't care. I wanna see Daddy."

Sam just watch Cas sigh. Something was up. After Cas took Charlie to see Dean for a minute Sam walked into that guest room where was "sleeping". Dean looked practically dead. His chest barely rose and fall. He didn't hear Cas enter.

"Everything is going fine. I've been monitoring him for hours."

"What did you do to him?"

"He was suffering. I can't watch my husband in so much pain. I had to fix it."

"Then why didn't you heal him like normal?"

"Because he wasn't hurt, he was ill. His part was fighting off the illness. I just put him in an meditative state so his body can focus on fight the illness."

"So what he's in dream land until he's better? How long could that take?"

"Or reliving his worst nightmare. In Dean's case he should be asleep for two to three more days because this did speed up the healing process."

"Cas, you of all people know what Dean's worst nightmare is and you still did that to him."

"So far he is in "dreamland". I will know when he is having a nightmare. There is no waking him up until his body is well again."

Sam shook his head and walked out of the room. After hours of eating supper and hanging out and tugging Charlie into bed, the three adult went to bed.

Cas had been asleep for a few hours before he was awake by a bad feeling. He sat up then there was a blood curdling scream. It was from Charlie, but from Dean. Cas ran to the room with Sam close behind, as Amelia ran into Charlie's room to comfort her.

Dean was sitting up with his eyes still shut. He was screaming to the top of his lungs. His fists were clenched tightly. Dean flopped backwards and whipped his head to the side and screamed. Dean's legs flailed and squirmed.

"Dean?" Sam panicked as he ran over to his brother. Sam grabbed Dean's shoulders to hold him down. "Dean, wake up. You're ok. You're safe."

"No! Stay back! Don't kill her! Stay away!" Dean yelled. Sam still tried to wake Dean.

"No, Sam, you can't wake up Dean. He has to ride this out. I told you, you can't wake him."

"Why did you do this, Cas? How could you do this to your husband?"

"I had faith that it wouldn't lead to this."

"Well, you thought wrong." Sam said as he held down Dean's legs.

"I know that now."

"You have to wake him up, you can just leave him in this kind of suffering."

"There's nothing I can do." Cas lowered his head. Sam sighed and got off the bed and left the room. Cas heard the bunker door close. He walked out of the room where his husband was screaming. There was a note on the table.

'Took Charlie and Amelia to a motel for a little while, call me when Dean wakes up. ~Sam'

Cas sighed and dropped into a seat. He held his head in his hands. He listened to Dean's screams. He goes into a meditative state until the screams silence. Cas opened his eyes and the bunker was almost too quiet. He quickly whipped out his phone and called Sam.

"Hello?"

"Sam?"

"Has Dean stopped screaming?"

"Yes."

"Is he awake?"

"I don't know. How long have you been gone?"

"Four days? Where have you been?"

"I went into a meditative state until the screams stopped."

"Go check on your husband. Charlie is dying to see Dean and you. We will be back at the bunker in a little while." Sam hung up.

Cas got up and walked into the room Dean was in. Dean was laying back on his elbow and rubbed a hand down his face, still waking up. "Dean?"

Dean blinked and his eyes connected with Cas's. "Hey, baby." He smiled.

"How are you feeling?"

"Other than my throat hurting like fuck, I'm perfectly fine."

"That's great. I'll make you some hot coffee or tea for your throat."

"Where's Charlie?" Dean rasped.

"Charlie, Sam and Amelia should be back in a little while."

"Where were they?"

"A motel."

"Why were they at a motel?"

"The volume in the bunker would have scared Charlie so they thought it would be best to take her to a motel for a few days until it calmed down."

"What calmed down?" Dean was utterly confused.

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes."

Dean was silent for a moment. "Care to explain, because I'm at a complete loss."

"You know how I told you the meditative state could make you either go into a dream land or your worst nightmare?"

Dean nodded then it hit him. "I went into my nightmare, didn't I?"

Cas nodded. "I'm afraid so, my love."

"I don't remember any of it. Is that why my throat hurts? Was I screaming?" All Cas could do was nodded. He was almost in tears. Dean swung his legs off the side of the bed. He walked over to Cas. "Hey, don't cry. I'm fine, Cas. No more crazy than normal."

"I'm just worried that you will remember." Cas sobbed.

"If I do I do."

"But what if it's like when I broke Sam's head."

"We muddled through that we could do the same with me and, Sam is the more logical one."

Cas nodded and they walked into the large library. They heard the bunker door open. "Cas? Dean?"

"We're in here."

Dean heard little footsteps running, getting closer until Charlie slammed into Dean's legs. "I missed you so much, Daddy."

"I missed you too, sweetheart." Dean smiled lifted her into his lap.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Much better, thank you." Dean smiled then looked over at Cas. Cas couldn't hide his smile. In the back of Cas's mind he knew he was gonna have to keep an eye on Dean to make sure he was lying about not remembering anything.