It didn't take long for Sam to notice the quietness behind his back. Usually the two chat a bit. Mostly it was up to Dean to let the angel say some funny words what made him laugh. And eventually the angel adopted some of them, where Dean was so proud of. He was always so busy to fuck the angel up, completely. Yes, his big brother was a bully, sometimes.

And Sam usually was the one who kept reminding him that Castiel was not some toy, but in fact, an angel of the lord. He always said it like: 'Dude. He is not your freaking parrot. You should show him some respect.' Or something like that.

But this time, there was no need.

When the coffee was finally ready, Sam turned his face towards the angel. He just wanted to ask if Castiel liked some milk in his cup, but then he saw the angel, slummed down against his big brother like a sack of potatoes. Dean did his best to keep the boneless form from falling of the bed. Sam thought he could hear his brother whisper something in the angels' ear. He couldn't hear what he was saying. But he could guess. It was either: 'You gonna be okay, Cas.' Or 'Get of me moron!' Or something in between. It didn't really matter anyway.

With a deep frown he watched his brother struggle to get the angel on to the bed.

"Sam? A hand, please."

"Yeah, sure. What happened? He fainted?" Sam finally asked. It was almost painful to see his brother push the angel back only to pool him back up again when Cas' feet sunk deeper onto the ground, every time he did so.

"Yeah, I think so," Dean replied softly. "He just went out, man."

As soon as Dean tried to lie the angel down onto the matrass again, Sam was there next to him.

"Did he say anything before he went out?" Sam asked concerned. Deans' eyes never left het pale face of Castiel when he shook his head. "No, but I don't think he did this just to keep himself away from tasting your disgusting coffee." Both brothers smiled.

"Well, have it your way, then. Feel free to make your own," Sam said innocently, with his hands raised up in the air.

Carefully the brothers lay the angel down in a more comfortable position on the very uncomfortable mattress. When that was done the silence began. What should they do now? Wait until Castiel woke again? Like the last time Castiel collapsed in their motel room, after the little time travel adventure of his? It took almost two fully days when the angels' power was restored. But that was a while ago and the angel seemed to lose more of it every day.

"Man, he is screwed," Dean said, and finally broke the silence. One hand rubbed over his face. He was sunken into his thoughts while he looked at the soft rise and fall movements on Cas' chest.

"Ya think?" Sam snorted. A moment past. Sam decided to pour himself a cup. Outsite it started to brighten up. Sunstreams where now shining in the motelroom.

The strong aroma of the coffee, that Sam had made, brought Dean back. He needed coffee. His stomach was feeling empty as well. And he sure could use some fresh air. So he decided to get some breakfast for the three of them.

…

After half an hour Dean opened the motel room door quietly. Unconsciously his gaze instantly went straight up to the bed were the angel was laid on. But, to his surprise, the bed was already empty. Instead of dealing with a comatose angel, like that other time, the angel sat at the kitchen table. Opposite to Sam with a glass of water affront of him.

His hands were folded under his face. And the angel sure looked tired. But at least he was awake. And Sam looked very pleased with that.

"Hey, Dean. Look who's back with us?" his younger brother gestured to the dark haired man.

A little surprised by the sight of Castiel being up and about, Dean remained in the doorway for a minute.

"Huh," he said. With a grimace, he finally closed the door behind him without taking his eyes from the angel.

"Good morning, Cas. Got a bit of rest, I see?" It took a while but the angel eventually had managed to look up at the older Winchester. His blue eyes were a little cloudy and the usual sparkle in his eyes, as he putted it, was gone.

"I will be fine, Dean," Castiel said finally.

Just like that, his nose started bleeding.

"Yeah, I can see that," Dean shot back. Sam quickly handed the angel a handkerchief. Gratefully, Castiel took it and held it against his nose. Both brothers half expected that the angel was about to faint again, because of his sudden grayish colored complexion. But he held his own. So Sam and Dean gave a relieved sigh.

"Okay, Cas, hold it there for a moment. I am gonna talk to my brother for a bit," Sam said as he gave the angel a pat on his shoulder and stood up from the table. Castiel gave a small nod as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. The handkerchief was turning red, slowly. "Hey, Cas. Lean your head back, man," Dean said softly, as he dropped the paper bag of food onto the kitchen top. The angel did what he was told.

A concerned glance of his younger brother told Dean that Sam needed to talk to him, alone. So they both walked out of the room in to the parking lot. Dean let his back lean on his Impala.

"Alright. What's 'ta word?" he asked his younger brother. Sam shook his furrowed forehead and folded his hands on his hips, while he stared at the ground.

"Wow, I know that face. You are gonna bitch now, huh?"

"Dean. Let's be serious for one minute. That's all I ask. Castiel said that a man prayed for him to come. And he helped him to find his way back, right?" Dean nodded.

"Yeah… So?"

"So… why the withdrawal? What was he thinking, going back in time, again? Remember the time that we bagged him to come along with him? And he almost refused it because he knew the risk of getting sick or worse? So why this guy? What is his deal? Should we be worried?" Dean started to laugh.

"Wow, Sammy. Now you sound a little jealous to me." Sam gave him a look.

"Look, Dean. Maybe you are too stupid to see the point. But I think we need to know what happened with Castiel."

And with that, Sam angrily walked back inside. Leaving a stunned Dean behind.

"Alright. Fine! We will ask him. Jeez."

'Maybe he needs another manicure,' Dean thought to himself.

A/N: Well. That was it for today. I hope you like this chapter. I liked that part when Sam said that Dean used Cas like a parrot. haha. And thanks again for the sweet reviews! It means a lot! but i always love some more!

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Josie