A/N: Oh Look! Another chapter! ^^

Chapter 8 – Good morning to you all

As they were walking, Sam kept looking at his brother with concern.

"Are you sure you're alright, Dean?"

Dean nodded.

"You don't look alright…" Sam muttered. After a few seconds, Sam decided that it would be best if he left Dean with someone.

He tried to spot Charlie, but he had no such luck. After a few seconds, Sam spotted three guys who looked decent enough.

Sam walked up to them, leaving his brother behind with a 'I'll be right back', and tried to catch their attention.

"Hello." Sam greeted. The guys casually looked at him briefly before going back to ignoring him. "I'm sorry… Can I ask you a favor?"

Sam really didn't trust his brother to be alone right now… He had done his best patching him up, but he wanted to have at least someone checking the wound out, so see if it wasn't going to infect.

One of the guys turned around and walked to Sam with a smirk.

"What do you want kid?"

Sam smiled. Now that's what I call progress!

"My brother…" Sam hesitated with his words. He didn't trust them enough to tell them much. "My brother isn't feeling very well…" He ended up saying, careful with his words. "Could you take him to the nurse's office? I would go with him but I need to go to my own school…" Sam explained quickly.

The guy, who was a lot shorter than most guys in high school pondered a bit.

"Is that your brother?" Gabriel asked, pointing to the figure standing behind Sam.

Sam nodded.

"Yeah, that's my brother." He confirmed.

Dean chose that moment to turn around, to see what was taking Sam so long.

"Oh! So your brother is 'Mr. Winchester'!" Gabriel said loudly, catching his brothers' attention.

"Can you take him with you or not?" Sam asked.

As Gabriel was about to answer, when Castiel approached Sam.

"What does your brother need?"

Sam smiled gratefully. Now he might take him!

"He isn't feeling very well, can you take him to the nurse's office, please?" He asked the new guy.

Castiel looked at Dean. He really didn't look all that well… He was pale, standing with a pained look on his face.

Cas pondered. He could take Dean and ask him if he was finally going to tell who had been following him, or he could leave the guy alone, for someone to take care of. He wanted to torture Dean himself, he wanted to be the one who was in Dean's head… And he wasn't well enough to be tortured, so he was nothing to Cas at the moment.

"I'll take him…" Castiel said. This is my good deed for the week.

"Thank you!" Sam told him gratefully. He walked back to his brother. "Dean, come on… You need to go to the nurse's office. That guy will go with you…" Sam explained as he pointed to Castiel.

"I don't need to go to the nurse's office, Sammy! She will ask questions! You know dad would go nuts if someone found out!" Dean huffed.

"There's no way I'm letting you go to class like that, Dean! You NEED to go! Take a moment there, ask for some pain killer, I don't care, but you need to go there… You are NOT ok!" Sam was almost yelling. His brother was always stubborn, but he knew just how to make the stubbornness go away. He made his move. "Come on Dean… Please do it for me…"

Dean looked at his brother, only to find the ultimate puppy eyes.

He sighed in defeat.

"Fine… I'll go… But I don't need company… I know where it is. I can go there on my own." Dean argued.

"No way… You look like you're going to pass out… Please go with someone Dean… Or else I will be too concerned that you might be passed out in a hallway, all on your own…"

"Geez Sammy… You think too much!" He told his brother. "Fine… I'll go." He agreed. "But don't be worried, Sammy… You need to stay focused, I don't want to be the reason you can't get a good grade… You always get so depressed…"

Sam nodded.

"Of course Dean. I know you're not alone, so I won't be too worried." Sam told him with a smile as he started walking away.

"Sammy…" Dean called. Sam turned around. Dean hugged him close. "Thank you for caring so much."

Sam smiled.

"Of course Dean… Your my brother and I love you…" He told Dean as he hugged back. "But now you need to go… The guy who agreed to go with you is looking at us as if he's pissed… I bet we're taking too long…"

And so they walked their separate ways.

"Good morning, Cas." Dean greeted, as they started walking to the nurse's office.

Cas looked at Dean curiously.

"What happened to you?" He asked.

Dean frowned.

"What do you mean?" He asked nervously. Did Castiel know what happened? No… He couldn't… Could he?

"You look like a different person around your brother." Castiel stated. "Why's that?"

Dean looked Castiel in the eyes.

"I trust my brother. He's my family… I would die for the kid… So I act a bit protective around him… And it goes the other way around too… We are very protective of each other…"

Cas nodded.

"I don't understand why… Me and my brothers aren't exactly like that. Gabe is always pulling pranks. Balthazar just goes along with it… But I can see that you are very fond of your brother."

"Yeah… I guess you could say that." Dean shrugged.

Dean was the only real family Sam had ever had. And the same worked for Dean. The closest they got to a father was their 'uncle Bobby' but usually Dean would take that position and would take care of Sam.

"You were fine yesterday." Castiel stated. "Did you eat something bad?"

Dean nodded. He didn't want questions. It was bad enough that he had to go to the nurse office, he didn't need someone questioning him about how he got sick.

They were walking around the corner when someone bumped into Dean. The other person's shoulder hit Dean's right arm.

Suddenly, Dean was on the floor nursing his arm the best he could.

Cas noticed Dean falling, and thought that Dean had passed out. He was about to reach other for him when he noticed Dean nursing his upper right arm. He said nothing about that, but he was curious. Did the person hit Dean that hard? Or was Dean hiding something?

"Come on, Dean… We're almost there… Don't make me pick you up and drag you there!" Cas said defiantly.

Dean got up as quickly as he could, still nursing his arm the best he could, with all the people walking near him.

They were almost in the nurse's office when Crowley showed up.

"Good morning, Mr. Winchester!" He greeted. "You don't look so well today… Maybe I could get you to look worse."

Azazel and Alastair smirked, while Crowley got himself closer to Dean.

"What is wrong with your arm? Care to show?" Dean said nothing and tried to walk past them, but Crowley blocked his way. "Na-ah-ah! Where do you think you're going?"

Dean didn't answer. His arm felt like it was going to explode; all he wanted was something to relieve the pain… Anything, so he kept trying to walk.

"Did the cat eat your tongue? Answer when I speak, would you Mr. Winchester?!" Crowley yelled at Dean.

Castiel was watching what was happening. Dean hadn't said anything… Hell, he had just walked near Crowley and the guy was all over him. Now he was just trying to get out of trouble.

"Crowley… He doesn't want to show it… How about we go and find it ourselves?" Alastair asked.

Crowley smirked.

"That's what I was going to do…"

Castiel was going to stop Crowley, to help Dean… But he was curious… What was Dean hiding? So he just sat back and watched as Crowley's guys grabbed Dean by the arms and Crowley reached for Dean's neckline. He pulled it down on the side to see a fresh wound, one that looked pretty nasty, it was about two inches long and it had stitches.

Crowley smiled.

"Well… You lost a fight… I wonder what would happen if I were to touch it… accidentally of course…"

Castiel was astounded. Why did Dean have a nasty wound in his arm? And above that, why did it look so nasty? He decided it was enough. Dean was clearly in pain without Crowley putting his hand on the wound.

"Crowley…" Castiel called. Crowley turned around.

"Good Morning, Castiel… How are you today?"

Castiel dismissed the small talk.

"I'm good, but Mr. Winchester over there is not.. And I promised his brother I would take him to the nurse's office, so back off." It wasn't a question, and Crowley could feel it. Slowly, his hands left Dean and the boy was hugging his arm as close to himself as he could. He feared Crowley would try something, even with Cas there.

"Alright… We're going…" Crowley agreed.

Crowley motioned for Alastair and Azazel to follow him and so they left.

"Are you alright, Dean?" Castiel asked as he reached Dean.

Dean looked at him.

"You helped me…" He said dumbstruck.

Castiel looked at Dean confused.

"Of course… I promised your brother… I keep my promises."

Dean smiled warmly.

"Thanks Cas."

Dean was slowly starting to trust Castiel. The fact that he had defended Dean was a huge deal to Dean. No one had ever defended him, and then, Castiel – the King of the place – showed up and saved him.

They walked the rest of the way in a comfortable silence.

Once they reached the door of the nurse's office, Dean was stopped by a hand on his chest.

"Why do you have stitches on your arm, Dean?"

Dean faced the floor.

"I don't want to talk about it." Dean answered.

"They weren't there yesterday." Castiel noted.

Dean frowned, looking slightly up to Cas.

"What makes you say that?"

"Yesterday I touched you in the arm and nothing you didn't even looked a litle bit pained." Castiel explained.

"Oh… Sure…"

"Tell me Dean…" Cas asked.

"I fell and got a stick on my arm…" Dean lied.

"You're back at lying." Castiel noted. He was starting to see when Dean was lying and when Dean was speaking the truth.

"How can you possibly know that?" Dean asked him confused.

Castiel locked eyes with him.

"That's because three seconds ago you refused to think about it, and now you just spilled it out without me pressuring you that much."

Shit… You could have played hard to get Dean!

"Whatever you say Cas… Now, can I get some painkillers or what?"

Cas shook his head.

"You can go, when you tell me what happened."

Dean sighed. He wasn't even prepared to think about it. How could he tell what had happened?

"I can't tell you…" Dean said softly, his eyes meeting again with the floor.

"Who did this to you, Dean?"

Dean looked slightly taken aback by Castiel's question. But still refused to answer.

"I know it wasn't Crowley… I know your brother wasn't… So, who did it?"

"I told you… I fell…" Dean tried to convince not only Cas but also himself. It hurt too much to think that his own dad had done that to him.

"Alright Dean… You are about to pass out, I can see it in the way your almost falling to the ground, so I'm letting you go. But this talk isn't over… Nor is our last talk!" Cas said, finally taking his hand off of Dean's chest.

The moment Cas let go, was the moment Dean fell, unconscious, on the floor.

A/N: Thank you all for the reviews, follows and favorites. Those are the things that make me want to write.

I started writting this chapter in my english class today -because my classes are just that boring- I hope you liked my effort in class! xD