A/N: Well, I considered this story and the requests I've had to continue it, so I am changing it from a one-shot to a four-shot (I may make it a five-shot if I can't get everything into four chapters).

If you have any suggestions for how I might make this story any better, let me know and I'll give it a try. Reviews are always welcome (as usual, keep it civil).

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Castiel leaves Dean alone in the hotel room while he goes in search of the other Winchester.

He finds the younger brother, sitting in a bar across the street, his arm poorly wrapped in a cloth bandage. It is loose around his arm and red has already appeared through the thin fabric. He is nursing some kind of alcoholic beverage- Castiel assumes beer, knowing the man's preferences.

"You should allow your brother to tend to your wound," Castiel tells Sam as he joins him at the bar.

Sam glances over at him, and then takes a sip from his class. Taking his time, he swallows the remaining liquid. He gestures at the barkeeper and she refills the cup before going to serve another customer.

"Why? I can do it just fine on my own."

"As strange as it might be, it is Dean's way of showing that he cares." Castiel raises his right hand to show his bandaged finger. "He is very good at it, too."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "Dean did that?

Castiel nods. "I believe that he was upset that you would not allow him to assist you."

"I just didn't want to make him have to care for me after I was injured because of my own stupid mistake," Sam explains. "He's always going out of his way to do things for me. But after this case, he seemed pretty tired, so I wanted him to go and relax." He groans, scrubbing a hand across his forehead. "It was my fault, anyway. But I didn't realize how much it meant to him. I guess I was just upset that I'd screwed up so all I saw was him trying to treat me like a child and trying to clean up my mistake." He looked over at the man in the trench coat, who was awkwardly perched on the stool. "Where is Dean now?"

"Still in the hotel room."

Sam nods, draining the rest of his beer and slapping money on the bar top to pay for it. He claps a hand on Castiel's shoulder and nods his head in way of thanks before hurrying from the bar.

Castiel smiles as he watches the door swing shut.

The bartender swages over. She takes away Sam's empty glass and the money. "Can I get you anything, mister?" she inquires.

Castiel shakes his head. "No. I have everything I could ever need."

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A/N: This chapter did not turn out as good as I had hoped it would... But, I guess that is the way it is with most sequels, eh?

I would love to hear what you thought. I am currently working on the next chapter, so keep your eyes open for it.