Jonah in the belly of the whale~

"Don't...Take it off him. Take the dress off of him." Dean pressed forward. The Brits were still reeling on the floor, some of them clutching their skulls. No one had expected Sam Winchester in a coma to pack that vicious of a psychic punch. Then again, this was the man who beat the Devil.

Castiel had gone to Sam's sleeping side. He reached to lift him up off the table and carry him to the car. Dean pressed forward. He ripped the choir robe down from his brother's shoulders. The burning branch clattered on the floor, going out at last. Castiel took Sam's scorched hands, burned to the bones, and healed them.

"Oh, Sam...Like Jonah swallowed by the great fish. Your own mind…"Cas sucked back a sob. He reached down and ran his hand through Sam's cinnamon brown hair, made dark by the dirt and blood in it.

"S_Sss!" Dean shuttered trying to say his brother's name. The placid face never moved, the eyes scarcely fluttered. Sam looked dead. Except for the slightest flush in his cheeks he might as well be dead.

"Don't think that we will let what you've done go unnoticed…"Lady Bevell croaked from the ground. She was bleeding, the vest pressed into the non-fatal wound.

"Yeah, well, we're more than happy to see you again on the field…"Cas' jaw trembled with rage. He reached and lifted Sam up like a groom lifts the bride. He laid his head on his shoulder a hand tucked in his hair. Dean stared amazed. It was strange to see Castiel in the slim frame of Jimmy Novak carrying Gigantor Sam like a ragdoll. That's exactly what this looked like.

"Wait! Is he...I think he's…?"Dean ripped a bandana out of his pocket and started dabbing at the blood trailing from his brother's nose. Sam's psychic powers had always frightened Dean. His eyes burned like the eyes of owls in his face. Cas smiled at him.

They carried Sam to the car. Dean opened the door to the back. He made Cas wait until he stacked several shirts and blankets and duffle bags to make Sam a little pallet. They laid Sam down and wrapped a blanket around him.

Dean leaned down then taking both sides of his brother's face. He chewed his lips, trying so desperately to say his name, but no sound would come.

Cas felt his heart pierced in three places. Dean, at last, gave up. He stooped and kissed Sam between his eyes.

They climbed back into the car wordlessly. Dean hit the gas ripping the streets up.

"I hate her!" Dean shouted after about 20 minutes.

"Bevell?" Cas felt it in his stomach. Their little family coming undone.

"Mary!"