A/N: Finally touching upon dizziness. I might focus on headaches / migraines next but I'm not 100% sure.

Spinning.

The entire Earth was spinning around Castiel.

He'd close his eyes and attempt to plant his feet on the ground but that didn't stop him from swaying around the place.

Even sitting down he found it near-impossible to keep himself upright.

Having his vision spiralling out of control made life Hell for Cas, along with the headaches he could barely move around all day.

Dean eventually caught on once Cas had walked into a doorframe and dropped onto the ground, he paced over to him and firmly grasped the fallen man's shoulder.

"Dammit Cas. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought I did," Cas' body wasn't co-operating in any forms of movement. Deciding that Dean's draping him about was too much Cas swung his arm out and successfully whacked the behind of the Winchester's knee to trip him up, the pair landed in a tangled heap on the floor.

Dean sent Cas a glare to ask 'What the Hell was that about?' but he couldn't, seeing his friend so defeated silenced any harsh words.

"So, how long this time?" Dean pushed himself up and leaned against the wall opposite Cas.

"With what?"

"How long have you been shouldering this by yourself?" Dean bit his cheek trying not to yell but was failing miserably.

"Under a month, maybe?" Cas for grateful he was finally able to have a flat-ish horizon line, of course it was doubled as soon as Dean helped Cas sit up against the wall.

"How many of me are you seeing?"

Cas blunk several times in Dean's direction, "Uh... three? If I wait long enough, four"

"Not funny, Cas" Dean huffed.

"I'm not laughing," Cas carefully sat himself up a bit, grimacing "I'm fine, Dean"

"You expect me to believe that?"

"No"

"They don't bother trying to convince me otherwise," Dean snapped.

"Because I thought I could handle it"

Dean snorted "How's that working out for ya?"

"Lousy" Cas' eyelids drooped shut, his body slid sideways, Dean caught him in time.

"Whoa, whoa. Cas, you were suppose to keep me updated on your condition, why didn't you open your mouth?"

"You were busy with keeping us safe plus finding the Colt in addition with making supply runs while keeping up with inventory. I didn't think my selfish acts were necessary to be heard"

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"So I've been told, yes"

"I've lost everyone, Cas. I'm not going through that with you. The next you time feel this bad, tell me. That's an order"

"Gotcha," Cas smirked and gave Dean a wink, if Dean didn't know Cas he would think the former Angel was drunk.

Dean cupped Cas' stubbled cheek "Your temperature's rising," he commented

Cas only stared longingly towards Dean with a dumb smile on his face

"Three..." Cas started and shifted himself closer to Dean "Two..." Cas was an inch awat from Dean now, The Winchester was far too confused to move. Cas' lips met Dean's. The kiss was short and simple, before it could escalate Cas' chest vibrated in laughter "One. Now I see one of you"

Dean couldn't think. His breathing was erratic and was unable to look at Cas Dean stormed away missing the broken expression radiating of Cas. The former Angel sunk into pity and slight depression and just sat there alone for the rest of the night. Dean didn't try to find him again so the message was pretty clear from where Cas stood... or sat in this case.

Dean couldn't face Cas the rest of the day or anyone for that matter, he was beyond terrified of his own feelings and locked himself away all day with a faded 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging off his door. He knew deep down he cared more for Cas than he admitted and when the resistance first started he thought he and Cas could be together, the end of the world and the one person he had left that he truly cared about, it was almost perfect. He cursed himself, kicked himself and down right hated himself the whole night for running off on his best friend and possible- No. Dean couldn't think like that. It wouldn't end well, no-one of them would end up dead and no-one would be there to pick up the pieces. He took out his frustrations on the walls leaving him bloody knuckled and bruised.

Dean thought he did what he did best; ruin everything. He believed he'd screwed up his entire bond with Cas over one simple mistake and now it would never be the same again.

Neither knew how wrong they both were, they just needed to talk, air out all their problems and concerns and then patch things up but with a Winchester and a (former) Angel things were never that simple.

It took two weeks before they sat on located themselves in the same room as each other and Dean watched from afar if Cas' health shifted one way or another. Hunting or scavenging was awkward but the two still had each other's back and Cas had silently asked for Dean's help with gun equipment multiple times and on a rare day the two sparred together however the holes they had dug themselves into continued to get deeper and deeper and neither were really ready to pull themselves up yet.

They just needed more time which unfortunately they never got.

Extra Note: Thank you for the views.

I would deeply appreciate a review - good or bad I don't mind.

I'm not sure if this will be my last Chapter.

I may incorporate one last Chapter into 5x04 but I don't know yet.