Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters or anything you recongize from the SPN show.

A.N: Because Dean is depressed in this story he does not act 100% like himself. I tried to keep him in character as much as possible but he does do some things (and sometimes don't do somethings) because he is not in his right frame of mind.

Summary: Tag to 5x14- My Bloody Valentine. How was he going to fix Sam when he couldn't even fix himself? Sequel to fanfic: From Laughter to Desperation. Major DepressiveDean, AngstLimp Sam, SupportativeCastiel N Bobby

Chapter 2: Misdirected, Misinterpreted Anger

"You need to eat, Sam, to keep up your strength", Bobby said gruffly yet gently.

The group was currently having dinner except Castiel who stood in the corner of the kitchen observing as usual. Sam only had oatmeal since it wasn't very taxing food. For the past ten minutes he had been nitpicking at his food, not looking up from his bowl.

"I'm not very hungry, Bobby", Sam said softly. So soft, Bobby had to lean forward to catch his words.

Dean looked up at Sam from his own oatmeal. Bobby had declared they all have oatmeal and was stunned that he got no lip from Dean. The only response he got was for him to shrug and walk off. If Bobby didn't suspect something wrong before that, he did now. Actually Bobbly noticed that Dean hasn't eaten much over the last few days either.

"You need to eat, Sam", Bobby coached. He looked at Dean who took a drink of his water.

Another thing Bobby noticed is, as far as he saw, Dean hasn't drunk any alcohol in days. If anything it was water or soda pop. When did Dean drink pop if there was beer around? He knew that Dean loved himself a good beer.

Another sign that didn't show good tidings.

Bobby glared at Dean before looking back at Sam a little helplessly. Dean had yet to offer his opinion on the situation. Normally, he jump in by now, but instead he sat shifting his oatmeal, not even eating much himself and looking at Sam rather absently.

"A few more bites", Bobby ordered.

Sam shook his head. "I can't. Anymore bites and I'll probably throw up. I'm sorry, Bobby", Sam said setting his spoon and holding his stomach loosely, sitting back in the chair. He did look a little green and he only had a total of three bites so that wasn't good.

Dean studied Sam a moment. Sam was looking more at the ceiling. Dean tried to make himself overly concern as he usually was but laced the energy to do so. He sighed and stood up.

He moved to Sam's side and said softly, "Let's go, Sam. You probably need to lie back down." His voice was husky and soft from not being used much. There wasn't any of the usual emotion in his voice. It lacked virtually everything.

"That's okay. I got it", Sam said lowering his head, careful not to meet Dean's eyes. He didn't want to burden Dean but he did feel ill. And the continuous brooding thoughts was doing nothing to help matters.

"Don't be stupid Sam", Dean sighed. It sounded weird to hear neither conviction nor emotion behind his words, emotions of either good or bad.

It was just…….empty.

"Come" a voice said. Castiel seemed to appear next to Sam. Sam hesitated but finally allowed the rogue angel to help him up and out of the dining room. Dean just watched the duo leave before sitting back down in his own chair, slumping. Bobby was staring at him, having gotten use to the fact that Dean seemed to do nothing that he normally did to help his little brother.

If Dean could still feel as he did, he knew would loathed the fact that he couldn't take care of his brother properly right now. He did intellectually loathed it but emotionally he was spent. He snorted to himself in intellectual disgust with himself and if possible slumped further down into his seat.

Castiel, helped Sam back to the made-up couch in the living room. Sam slumped down on the couch and smiled tiredly yet gratefully up at Castiel.

"Thank you", he murmured.

"No thanks are needed", Castiel replied back placing his hands behind his back and staring straight.

"Much thanks are needed Castiel. You have not left Dean yet", Sam stated, leaning back into the couch, plucking at the blanket next to him.

Castiel looked back at Sam a little perplex. "What about you?"

Now it was Sam's turn to be confused. "What about me?"

Castiel cocked his head but did not answer. What was it about Sam that could never see that he deserved to be comforted like his brother? Castiel never understood this trait in Sam. He knew that Sam felt he didn't deserve it but it still didn't make his feelings right. Lost in his thoughts he was pulled out by Sam's voice.

"I'm worried about Dean", Sam said finally looking down at his plucking.

"As am I", Castiel stated.

Sam chuckled humorlessly. "I'm sure he is angry with me. He has every right to be."

Castiel looked confused again. "Dean is angry with you?" It came out a question.

Sam looked up at Castiel with the best 'where have you been' look he could muster at the moment. "Yes, Castiel, Dean is angry with me."

"This is not what I have observed", Castiel answered thoughtfully.

"Then you weren't observing correctly", Sam sighed.

"Dean is to be concerned about, yes, I agree but I can assure you with certainty that he is not angry with you."

"Perhaps not at first but I'm sure it took awhile for the shock to wear off and the anger to boil to a point."

Castiel cocked his head, as his blue eyes pierced Sam. "Sam, look at me."

Sam looked at him surprisingly easy. Castiel cocked his head the opposite way, looking straight into Sam's hazel eyes. "This is not true, Sam. Dean is not angry with you."

Sam studied him a moment but remained unconvinced. He sighed and laid down prone on the couch throwing the blanket over him. This wasn't going to get anywhere. Castiel believed that his big brother wasn't angry but he knew his big brother well. How many mistakes could he make before Dean had enough? He didn't wish to think about that. He had messed up too much and it seemed that would forever be the pattern.

"I'm tired Castiel", Sam said smally reverting back to his five year old self.

"Then rest", Castiel stated obviously. He lingered a moment making sure Sam was settle before intending on rejoining Bobby and Dean in the kitchen.

TBC....

A.N: Some rare Castiel and Sam friendship, here. ^_^