AN: Kinda a cliffhanger(y) chapter!
Castiel starts to distance himself being a lot more secretive, and Dean finally breaks down calling Dr. Visyak, she's about as helpful as bag of rocks. Telling him that Cas is progressing very well and they've just been working through some minor issues, and that he shouldn't be concerned. He feels marginally better, especially since he knows Cas is still on his meds and is fairly certain he wasn't using again.
It was the phone calls that where worrying him, Cas was getting texts and call at all hours that he either ignored or deleted instantly, whenever Dean asked about it Cas would just shrug and say wrong number or telemarketers. Until finally he got a new phone and it all stopped and Cas was fine again.
Dean was hanging out with Sammy; it was one of his days off for spring break. They decided to go bowling; Cas had work and was going to meet Mary for lunch, so it was just the two of them. It wasn't the best idea, but it was still a good time.
"Is everything alright with Cas?" Sam asked as he picked up his ball from the return.
"Ya, why?" Dean takes his turn, rolling the ball down the lane.
"He just hasn't been around lately." He shrugs passing Dean to bowl his turn.
He thinks about that for a moment before realizing that Sam was right, Cas hadn't hung out with Sam and him for a couple months now. Not like he always tagged along, but he never seemed to show interest in coming anymore.
"They're reorganizing lot of stuff at the library," Dean lies.
Sam giving him a knowing look, "Uh huh…"
"Everything is fine, Sammy, really."
"Are you sure?" He hedges.
"Ya," Dean smirks cockily, "Don't worry about it."
Luckily Sam drops it, Dean relaxing again.
"How's school?"
"Great! We're going to dissect stuff in biology, but other than that all my classes are lots of fun."
"Glad to hear it!" Dean smiles.
"Our debate team might be going to regional's too."
"What's this might be," he looks at Sam, "It'll happen, you're the best one on the team, man."
"Thanks, Dean."
They finish their game, Sam winning mostly because Dean let him.
"You hungry?" Dean asks as they head out.
"Ya, dude." Sam nods.
"All right, to the diner!" he jokes.
Their finishing up their meal when Dean's phone beeps with a missed call, he takes the phone out of his pocket seeing that it was his mom who called.
"Sorry Sammy, I'm just gunna check this real quick."
"Sure thing," he nods as he picks at the food left on his plate.
Dean calls his voice mail, as pops another French fry in his mouth; Mary's voice coming through the phone.
"Dean, sweetie it's mom," she states, "I know you're still with Sammy, but I was just wondering if you had seen Castiel, we were having a lovely lunch, but he saw something on the TV or something and then he just apologized and took off. It was very odd and I wanted to make sure everything was ok, he hasn't been answering his phone either... I'm probably worrying for nothing, but he forgot his coat… let me know. Love you."
He saves the message, starring at his phone in confusion. That wasn't like Castiel to just run off, especially not with Mary. He knew Cas should be at work, but was conflicted on whether he should be worried or not. Dean drops Sam off, by the time he gets back to the apartment it's about an hour before Cas should be home.
When he gets inside though, he sees Cas's bag on the table and the sound of the shower running. "Cas? he calls, heading to the bathroom, "Babe? You in there?" he knocks on the door, going in when there's no answering. "Castiel why aren't you at work?" Dean wonders aloud, pinking into the shower.
Cas is sitting, fully clothed, on the floor of the shower with his knees tucked up to his chest. His head resting against his knees and an orange pill bottle clutched in his hand. Dean pulls back the curtain, kneeling on the bathroom floor next to the tub.
"Cas," he starts cautiously, pushing the dark locks that had plastered to his forehead. His skin was frozen from the cold spray he was sitting under. "Did you take any of these?" he fits his hand over the one holding the bottle, gently trying to coax it away.
"Not yet," he whispers solemnly, "I'm sorry I kept them."
Dean shuts off the water, "What's wrong?" he slips the bottle out of Cas grasp, tossing it into the hall.
Cas peaks up a little, his eyes blood shot like he was crying, "Jimmy," he bites his lip.
"Your brother," he nods.
"He's been shot," he buries his face in his knees again, "It's my fault."
"It's not your fault, Cas, this stuff happens sometimes." He tries to comfort him. "It's not like you where close any more."
"They thought it was me, Dean," Cas trembles a bit.
"Who's they?" Dean asks, sobering.
"Crowley," he mumbles.
"Crowley?" He sits back against the wall. "You said he was dead, Castiel."
"I thought he was," Cas sighs, "Then I started getting these calls…" he admits.
"You knew," Dean bites his lip.
"I had a suspicion, but now…" he trembles.
"Why?" he sighs.
Cas ignores the question as they sit in silence, "It's bad Dean… they don't know if he'll make it," he sniffs dejectedly.
"It's your fault," Dean states not meaning anything by, just processing the information.
"God, I know," Castiel sighs loudly, trying to blink back tears. "I can't do this anymore," he tells the air gravely, standing stiffly.
He steps over Dean, his soaked clothes dripping everywhere, Dean watching him quietly unable to move as his brain still processes everything. Cas grabs the pill bottle off the floor as he strides away.
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