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Chapter 9

Dean left a short time later. He needed support and there was no way Sam would let him tell anyone about this. Actually he had threatened to kill him if he told anyone, and right now Dean was slightly worried that he might. He scrolled through his contacts and called Bobby.

"Hey, Dean. What's going on?"

"Well, I figured out what's wrong with Sam."

"And? You find the son of a bitch responsible yet?"

"That's just it, Bobby. It's…not witches."

"Well, that's all I can think of that could do this. What is it?"

"He's… He's… It's girl stuff."

"What sorta girl stuff?"

Dean finally blurted out, "He's on his period, Bobby! I don't know what to do! It's like he's possessed or something!"

"I would hardly call mood swings 'possession'."

"It's not just that. Last I saw him, he was sitting on the couch with a tub of ice cream crying over The Notebook. I mean, what the hell."

Bobby paused, "Look, I know it's rough, but it'll all be over in a week or so."

"A week? I can't do this for a week. What am I supposed to do, Bobby? Hand him what he wants when he's crying, then run like hell before he tries to kill me?"

"Worked pretty well with Karen."

He heard some discussion, then the phone was passed, and Cas's voice came over the line, "Remember, he's just as confused as you are."

"I'm pretty sure no one's as confused as I am right now."

"All this is new to him too."

"I've had a girlfriend go on her period and she wasn't this bad. This is just insane."

"Dean, I thought something of this sort might happen, and I did some research. The hormone fluctuations are extreme, more so given that his body hasn't been through this before, and given the unnatural nature of the change."

"So I'm seeing the supercharged version? That's just great."

"He also, unlike the girlfriend you mentioned, hasn't had time to get used to it. He thinks the emotions he's feeling are real. He needs you to be there for him, Dean. Next time, his body should have lessened the hormone changes, and both of you should have learned better how to cope."

"Oh, no. There isn't a next time. I am not going through this again. We are finding Gabriel, and we are getting out of this. If we're still doing this next month, Bobby can deal with him."

Bobby's voice came from the background, "Like hell I am!"

"I mean it, Bobby! Now find the bastard!"

Cas cut through the argument, "We're trying, Dean."

"Well try harder!"

"Dean!"

"What?!"

"Nothing."

"Okay." He hung up.

Dean returned to find Sam curled on the couch, crying into Cas's trench coat. The angel was sitting beside him, looking immensely uncomfortable, awkwardly rubbing Sam's back comfortingly.

"You all right, Sammy?"

Sam looked up as Dean approached, betrayed sadness on his tearstained face, "You said you wouldn't tell anyone."

"I didn't."

"Then why is Cas here? I thought I could trust you, Dean."

"Look, Cas came because he thought we needed help with the case. Right Cas?"

Cas stared at him for a moment before answering, "It's true."

"See? That's all there is to it." Sam curled up into an even smaller ball of misery, clutching the trench coat like his life depended on it, the angel inside looking even more uncomfortable. Sam spoke, "Just leave me alone."

"Okay." There was a moment of silence, then Sam spoke again.

"Why'd you go out?"

Dean remembered his excuse, "Food run. Figured I should get something."

Sam looked up slightly, "You get burgers?"

"Uh, yeah. Don't worry though, I made sure to get you a salad."

Sam walked past him, grabbing the paper bag out of his hand, digging through it, and pulling out the burger. He unwrapped it and took a bite.

Dean stared in shock, "Seriously?"

"What? I'm hungry."

"Yeah but, burgers? Not really your thing, dude."

Sam ignored him, going back to curl up next to Cas, who looked like he was regretting not moving when he had the chance. Sam smiled slightly, "Mmm, this is delicious."

"So, uh, how was The Notebook?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, it was good."

Cas looked at Dean with a sincere expression, "It was good, Dean. You should see it sometime."

"Oh no. Not you to! Whatever, that is not happening."

He heard Sam start crying again as he walked away, "Why doesn't he want to do stuff with me anymore? Do you think it's something I did?" He started sobbing, "Why does he hate me?"

Cas spoke with awkward reassurance, "Um, he doesn't, I don't think." Dean rolled his eyes. Forget getting everything back to normal, he couldn't wait for Sam to stop drowning in hormone soup.