"What the hell, Cas?!" Sam was furious. "You said you were gonna make sure he didn't do anything stupid!"

They were in Jody's spare bedroom, watching an unconscious Dean breathing steadily. Cas had healed him, but he was still weak from blood loss.

"It all happened so fast...I-I observed that he was happier when he cut himself. I thought if I let him make just one cut, that he would feel better. I didn't know he would cut so much..." Castiel looked ashamed.

Jody crossed her arms. "What are we gonna do now? And how long has this been going on?"

Bobby couldn't look her in the eye. "Months."

"Months? And you didn't tell me?"

"We found out about it less than a week ago."

She looked shocked. "You're with him all the time, Sam. How did you not notice?"

"We both wear layers a lot." Sam realized how lame the excuse sounded as soon as it left his lips.

Sherriff Mills scoffed. "You both wear layers a lot, huh? Okay."

"It does not matter now." Castiel was staring at Dean, his eyes unfocused. "We have to help him."

"I know. But how?" Sam ran a hand through his hair.

"Um-well, we could uh..." Cas stuttered.

"Yeah. That's pretty much all I got too."

Jody shook her head. "I think all we can do is be here for him. Let him know we care. Keep him from killing himself until he doesn't want to anymore."

"Best plan I've heard yet." Bobby muttered.

"S-Sammy...Sammy, help!" They turned their attention to Dean, who was clutching the sheets with a death grip, his knuckles white.

Sam dropped to his knees beside the bed, and shook his brother's shoulders. "Dean! Dean, wake up."

The older Winchester's eyes shot open, and he calmed down as he realized that he was safe. His body relaxed, and he fell back against the mattress.

"It's okay, Dee. Everything is gonna be okay." Sam was choking back tears. Dean was all he had. It was breaking his heart to see the tough, 'give 'em hell' attitude replaced by this...

He felt so helpless as he tried not to look at the scars littering Dean's arms. Evidence of how much his big brother was hurting.

How could he fix what was broken?