It might be a while till my next update, so just in case here is an extra long chapter :3

The first thing Castiel felt was pain. A lot of it. It shot through his whole body, biting into his bones. Castiel's eye snapped opened, his heart pounding. What happened? Where was he? His breath came out in short gasps as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. He immediately became aware of something unfamiliar wrapped tightly around his body. His hands flung to his torso, desperately trying to tear off whatever was on him.

"Woa, woah Cas! Cas calm down!" A voice urged. He felt two hands pin him down to whatever he was lying on. His eyes struggled to adjust to the light, the room above him spinning unpleasantly.

"Cas it's Sam and Dean! You're safe, it's okay." A familiar voice assured, hands keeping a firm hold on his shoulders. All of his sense were sluggish, each of his thoughts slowly suffocating in a thick , pain filled fog.

"Cas, hey, it's okay, you're safe!... Cas? Cas, he..y..." The voice slowly faded out. Darkness quickly seeped into his vision, as he felt his energy drifting away into emptiness.

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"He seem pretty out of it earlier. You think he'll recover from this okay?" A familiar voice mumbled.

"Of course he will. He's an angel you dumbass." Another voice snapped.

"I know you're worried okay? I am too. I guess I just didn't expect the blade to hurt him this badly." A few moments of silence hung in the air.

"I've never seen him out for this long... 17 hours. You think...he's dreaming?"

"Of what. Unicorns and rainbows?"

"No, but like, what-"

"Sammy angels don't sleep, why would the dream?"

"Well he's asleep right now."

"..."

Castiel felt his senses starting to kick in. He winced as a strong rubbing alcohol scent filled his senses. The events of previously waking up flooded back to him. He mentally sighed, gratefully that the pain had somewhat subsided compared to before. He had heard Sam and Dean... So at least they were all alive. He noticed the odd material was pressed even tighter against his wounds, adding to the blazing numbing pain that was constantly tearing through his body. His eyes slowly opened, a mob of colours swimming into his vision. He blinked the sleep off rapidly, blearily looking around.

A soft, warm glow from the lamps was covering the room. It was quite comforting. The room felt familiar...Where was he? He immediately pushed himself up, not expecting the pain that angrily tore through his shoulder. He bit his lip, muffling his groan.

"Hey, hey Cas!" A voice exclaimed. He saw a blurry figure rush towards him. Castiel's vision slowly came into focus. Sam. Pain pounded against the walls of his head. Why did it hurt so much?

"Woah, hey, hey relax you're okay. How are you feeling?" Sam asked softly, gently pushing Castiel back down on the couch.

"What is this?" Castiel mumbled confused, tugging at the strange white material wrapped around his entire torso and shoulder. A dark red liquid was slowly seeping into the material. Was he...bleeding? Castiel narrowed his eyes . His wounds should have naturally healed by now...

"Don't do that, I just put it on." Sam murmured, re adjusting the bandages. Castiel's nose wrinkled, as he pouted at the bandages. They were extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly the feeling of missing something crept into his mind. His trench coat was missing. And so was his shirt.

"Oh yea, we tossed it in the washing machine. It was a bit uh, bloody."

"Washing machine...?" Castiel questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, it's like ... Well it uses water and soap. It's how we clean our clothes." Sam said with a soft smile. Castiel looked around, trying to deduce where he was.

"We're at Bobby's house?"

"Yeah, he's out of town though. Helping Sheriff Jody with a case. He'll be back by the end of the week." Sam said, his eyes scanning over the bandages, as he made a few more adjustments.

"Where's Dean?" Castiel asked, his eyes scanning the room for the hunter.

"He went downstairs to get some more rubbing alcohol." As if on cue, footsteps were heard climbing up the stairs.

"Hey, Sammy found a bottle of- Cas!" Dean exclaimed as soon as he saw his friend awake, hurrying over to his side.

"Hey, hey how're you holding up?" Dean asked, a mix of intensity and worry etched in his features.

Castiel paused for a while. "It...hurts." Castiel replied quietly, after some moments of silence. He closed his eyes. The edges of his mind was still hazy. He tried to focus harder. He could just feel the connection to heaven, but it was mostly a blur, lost in a hazy storm.

"Can you beam up to headquarters and get your batteries charged up or something?" Dean asked, a small smile tugging the corner of his mouth , but the feeling didn't reach his eyes.

"No...I can't. Not right now, I'm in no condition to." Castiel drawled, his eyes focussing on the blank wall in front of him. It was unsettling not being able to go to heaven. He was cut off from his home. Stranded on earth, bounded by its mortal limitations. But strangely, he didn't feel that restless. At the moment, earth felt weirdly... comforting.

"How did the demon even get an angel blade?" Sam asked, walking to the kitchen.

"Yeah that' pretty messed up. Did you know her?" Dean asked.

"No, but apparently I killed many of her kin. They wanted revenge." Castiel replied , memories of the night slowly resurfaced. He couldn't believe a demon got the better of him. The throbbing pain in his head started to get stronger. It was getting extremely annoying.

Sam emerged from the kitchen, with a handful of bandages and cotton balls.

"Sorry Cas, gotta replace these." He frowned at the sight of the roll of bandages. They were so restricting and...odd. Castiel felt the old bandages being unwrapped, immediately feeling the sharp pain sparking through his side. He gasped in pain as the cool air touched his raw flesh.

"Sorry, sorry." Sam apologized, quickly unravelling the rest of the bandages. He picked up the bottle of rubbing alcohol Dean brought up from the basement.

"This will disinfect the wounds, but it's going to burn." Sam warned gently, as he soaked a cotton ball in the bottle. A cry escaped from his throat as the liquid touched his wounds. It burned into his skin, eating away at his flesh. Why humans liked to heal pain with more pain, Castiel did not know.

"Sorry sorry." Sam apologized, quickly wrapping the wounds with new bandages.

"We'll have to replace those in another five hours." Sam said, getting up to throw away the old bandages. The throbbing pain in his head got more intense, pounding against the walls of his head.

"Ughh.." Castiel muttered, clutching his head.

"Hey, you okay?" Dean asked, softly placing a hand on Castiel's good shoulder. Dean's gesture was somewhat comforting, but it did nothing to soothe the throbbing in his head.

"I think you got a concussion there Cas." Dean gently prodded the back of Castiel head, quickly finding a large bump.

"Ouch, you knocked your grapefruit pretty hard. "

"My what...?" Castiel questioned, looking at Dean puzzled. He had seen a grapefruit before, but never has he actually owned one. What was Dean possibly referring to?

"Nevermind, just get some rest."

"Angels don't sleep." Castiel muttered.

"You've been sleeping for the past 17 hours."

Castiel paused for a few seconds.

"That wasn't ...sleep.

... Besides, it's an unpleasant experience. "

"Well whatever it was, you're going to have to do it again. Until you get your mojo back, you're gonna have to deal with regular human problems for a bit. " Dean said, walking into the kitchen. His eyes fell on Sam, a smirk spreading across his face. Sam was asleep on the table snoring softly, his head resting on a pile of books.

"Alright, off to bed." Dean murmured, softly shaking Sam awake.

"I wasn't sleeping.." Sam mumbled, batting away Dean's hand.

"Yeah sure, and Cas wasn't either."

"I wasn't." Castiel mumbled from the other room. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Seriously Sam, go to bed." Dean said, gently shaking his younger brother.

"Alright alright... just gotta finish checking up on Cas."

"I can do it, go to bed."

"No, you're bad at it, you'll mess it up." Sam said, yawning as he got up, walking to the other room.

"Bitch." Dean mumbled quietly under his breath with a smile, as he opened the fridge.

"Jerk." Sam called back quietly with amusement. Dean was met with an "empty" fridge (as in there was no beer), sighing as he realized he left the new 6 pack in the Impala. He quickly went and got it, the night cool air softly hitting his cheeks. He walked back into the house, quietly closing the door.

He stopped as he walked into the living room. A smile spread across his face. On the couch was Castiel and Sam fast asleep. Castiel's head was resting on Sam's chest, his whole body sprawled out on the couch. Both of their chests rose and fell softly, in sync with each other. Dean took out his phone, snapping a picture.

"Oh this is gold." Dean hummed.

He took a spot next to the sleeping duo, leaning back into the chair. Soft snoring soon filled the room. With a smile, he opened up his bottle of beer, taking a sip.

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