Hi! So this one is rather short, but not everyone can be long! Thank you all for the sweet comments for my previous chapter. Glad you liked it! Didn't mean to make people cry, but... oh well lol.

Thanks so much to supernaturalmydreams for beta reading!

P - Passing Out
- Set in "Two Minutes To Midnight"

Dean looked up from the four rings on the table in front of him from where he was standing outside in Bobby's salvage yard when he saw one of Bobby's vans pulling up and stopped near him.
"Hey," he stood up and pocketed the rings and greeted Castiel as he came out from the side of the van.
"How did it go?" Castiel asked, squinting at Dean.
"Uhm. I got the ring from Death. It didn't go like I had expected, but at least I got it," he paused when Castiel just continued squinting, one eyebrow raising slightly,
"I'll explain later."
Bobby was already unloading some of their weapons from the van while Sam got out of the car last.
"Hey, Sammy, how'd it go?" Dean patted his brother on the back once as they headed back toward Bobby's house.
"We managed to stop the trucks from leaving," Sam explained, rubbing his temple a little,
"Couldn't save more then ten innocent people though. The demons there infected some of the workers with the croatoan virus."
Dean spotted the disappointment in Sam's voice at once,
"Ten's better than nobody, Sam," he tried to reassure,
"You're okay?" Dean frowned at Sam's slight grimace.
"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine. How did it go for you? You managed to take down Death?" Sam wondered too. They entered Bobby's house and closed the door after them since apparently Bobby and Castiel stayed outside.
"He gave it to me," Dean decided to say it as it was.
"He what?" Sam snorted once before he realized Dean was serious.
"Yeah apparently he wants Lucifer out of the way as much as us..." Dean's voice trailed off and he bit his bottom lip.
"But...?" Sam dragged on and suddenly winced again, putting a hand to his forehead. It went unnoticed by Dean who sat down in the coach with a bottle of beer and feet on the table.
"But I had to promise him to... to help, whatever it takes," he focused on the bottle, feeling like he was betraying his brother by letting him go on that suicide mission his plan would lead to.
"Whatever? You mean you... ouch," Sam blinked hard when pain shot through his head again, this time blurring his vision in its wake.
"Sam?" Dean started getting off the couch when Sam started swaying. He kept a little distance from his brother to give him some space, but quickly dropped his bottle when Sam groaned and his legs started giving.
"Dammit, Sam?" Dean grunted when he caught most of Sam's weight on his shoulder, trying to keep his brother up,
"What happened? Are you hurt?" he tried to angle his head so he could see Sam's face, but his brother's long hair hid his face. It wasn't hard to figure out Sam was passing out when his legs finally gave up completely and Dean had no other choice but to kneel down on the floor. He carefully kept a hand on the back of Sam's neck as he lowered his brother to the floor. He quickly positioned Sam on his side, cradling his face,
"Sammy, hey come on, wake up," Dean knelt on the hard floor while stroking his brother's face, but without getting any reaction.
"Cas! Bobby!" Dean straightened a bit to shout toward the open windows, not moving his hands from Sam's face. He held his breath so he could focus on sounds and he returned his attention to Sam when he heard footfalls on the gravel outside the house.
"Come on, Sammy. What's up with the fainting?" Dean tried to lighten the mood, but trying not to worry for his little brother whenever something was wrong went against everything in him. He carefully pushed Sam onto his back to get a better idea of how his breathing and pulse were. Just then, Castiel came through the door, looking all over the room before his eyes landed on Dean's back and two long legs stretched out on the floor.
"What happened?" Castiel walked over slowly, watching as Dean tapped his brother's cheeks.
"I was hoping you could tell me. What the hell happened out there?" Dean looked up at Castiel in hope of anything that could explain Sam's unconscious state. Castiel moved closer to his human friends to get a closer look,
"Uh, he seemed fine back at the warehouse. He even saved buttloads of people there," he explained and put a hand on Sam's forehead. Dean closed his eyes and shook his head at Castiel's words. It was strange to hear the angel talk so - so human...-ish instead of the I'm-better-than-you attitude the angels had going.

"Sam's a hunter, Cas. He doesn't just faint like this," Dean hissed, but silently cheered when Sam finally frowned. Dean placed one of his hands behind Sam's neck and lifted his brother's head up a little to get his focus.
"Well he was attacked by a croat, but..." Cas trailed off as if it wasn't important and poked Sam lightly in the cheek.
"And you thought that wasn't important enough to tell me?" Dean ignored the angel-gone-human and focused on Sam again as his brother moaned,
"Hey there, Sammy. You okay?"
Sam didn't answer, just groaned as Dean helped him up into a sitting position. It didn't take more than a second before he moaned again and tipped over into Dean's shoulder, closing his eyes from the lights.
"He was fine after it, Dean. Whatever is wrong with him now, I don't think that has anything to do with it," Castiel explained and put a hand on Sam's back. Dean held his hand to Sam's neck, keeping him to his shoulder while the other quickly ran over Sam's body. Seemingly nothing was wrong.
"What happened?" Sam swallowed and put a hand to his temple.
"You took a nosedive, Sammy," Dean tried to get a look at Sam's face, but again that long, brown hair was in the way.
"Huh?" Sam wondered disorientated.
"You fainted," Dean said shortly.
"I... I don't faint," Sam tried to sit up, embarrassment creeping up his neck.
"So what do they call sudden collapse and loss of consciousness where you come from?" Dean smirked sympathetically. Sam still rubbed his temple and tried to come up with a clever answer.
"Passing out sounds less... wimpy," Sam smirked back, blushing,
"Don't look so worried. It isn't the first time you've been around someone passing out."
Dean couldn't disagree with that and helped Sam up.
"Yeah, but they aren't you. Seeing you unconscious is way more unsettling than some stranger," Dean mumbled.
"Sorry," Sam says, humbled by Dean's small revelation,
"It's not like I'm asking for it to happen."
"Probably not. It's one of the first times you've just 'passed out' though. Sure you're okay?," Dean turned serious again.
"What? It happens..." Sam's mind was still jumbled and Dean decided the best idea was to get his brother to bed.
"Yeah when you get knocked around it's not weird, but you never just pass out," Dean secured his grip around Sam's waist as they started on the stairs. He looked quickly over his shoulder to see that Cas was right behind them.
"Please give it a rest, Dean. I'm just tired," Sam sighed loudly when they finally reached the top.
"I'm not giving it a rest, Sam. First of all, when a hunter like you just passes out, it's because of something and two, I'm never gonna let this go," Dean chuckled after the last bit.
"Oh great," Sam muttered. They just reached the door to the room when Dean came to a dead halt, almost making Sam face plant to the floor again.
"Sam, did you get any croatoan virus or blood on you at the warehouse?" Dean turned to look at Castiel too.
"What? No? Dean, you know that if that was the case I would look like them," Sam reassured, Dean's theory freaking him out nonetheless.
"He's right, Dean. You have to get it inside your body for it to work," Castiel explained,
"Besides, croats don't just faint," Castiel added, backing off a bit when Sam glared at him,
"I'm sorry. You prefer 'passing out.'"
Sam was about to comment on that when Dean's annoyed groan interrupted,
"Girls, that's enough. What do you take me for? I know all this, but I just want to make sure we can rule that out, okay?" Dean tightened his hold around Sam's waist and manhandled his brother into the room, causing his little brother to whine.
"I mean it, Dean. Let it go. It's the Apocalypse man. I haven't slept much lately and neither have you. I'm fine, I swear," Sam sat down on the bed and despite Dean nodding, his big brother fussed over him a little more before pushing him completely down onto the bed.
"Fine. I believe you..." Dean said.
"Good," Sam answered back, glaring.
"I believe you just fainted like a girl," Dean added and snorted.
"Dean!" Sam whined and punched him in the shoulder, causing Dean to jump away.
"Hey, it's a good thing! I knew there wasn't anything to worry about," Dean defended.
"I don't understand your reaction," Castiel muttered curiously, making Dean frown and turn to look at him,

"Downstairs you seemed genuinely worried. Now you're saying you didn't worry. I think there's a word for that," Castiel tilted his head while he tried to find the word. Dean snorted nervously and looked from Castiel to Sam and back again. Sam didn't know Dean was making a chick flick moment downstairs!
"Pchiz... schizophrenia I think is the word," Castiel straightened his neck again once he found the word.
"Cas! Shut. Up!" Dean held his arms out, face showing a good mix of shock and annoyance. Sam laughed on the bed and Dean's face turned red.
"Oh right. Sorry, Dean. You didn't want to let Sam know you were showing brotherly affection for him downstairs," Cas confirmed in his usual Castiel-manner. Even though the angel seemingly had turned human, he certainly still had his angel tendencies.
"Thanks. Cas," Dean grumbled and turned back to Sam, only to see his little brother trying to stifle a laugh. Castiel didn't say anything, just frowned a bit while trying to figure out why Dean was thanking him.
"Dean, just go," Sam offered, knowing his brother probably wanted to get out of the room, but at the same time that big brother mode was still on.
"Thanks," Dean winked at Sam once before he was out the door. Castiel was left standing, confused over the whole situation.
"Are you going to be fine?" Castiel then asked and Sam stopped his movements as he tried to settle down under the quilt.
"I'll be fine, Cas. Thanks," Sam smiled at his friend and Castiel smiled a little dorky smile back before leaving the room. Sam sighed and settled down against the pillow.
"Can't believe I just fainted," he muttered to himself, hiding his face in his pillow, slowly slipping into dreamworld.

What ya think? Short and silly I know, but the next one is a little longer :P