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A.N: Nothing to really say before hand about this chapter.

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 4: Intervention

Dean poked his head into the house, from outside glancing around. Seeing no one as the lights were off in the kitchen he figured that Bobby had retired to bed. He quietly entered the house through the back door, shutting it softly. He felt marginally better returning but had no wish for conversation. He didn't want to hear what Bobby had to say. He wouldn't understand.

No one understood.

It was just something he would have to deal with himself. Unfortunately as Winchester luck would have it, peace that night was not coming.

He barely got a foot on the first step leading up the stairs when a familiar gruff voice called out, "Come here, boy."

Dean tensed and tried to pretend he wasn't there. He didn't move a muscle, hoping that Bobby would think he just heard cricket so something.

No such luck. "I won't repeat myself again, boy", came the voice, "Turn on the light on your way in here"

Dean sighed before making his way into the kitchen, flipping the light on as he went. Bobby sat the dining table and Castiel stood in the corner watching him.

"Hey, Bobby. Cas.", Dean sighed, "Is Sam out?"

"Like a light", Bobby answered.

"Good, I'm gonna follow and get some shuteye. I'm beat", Dean said. He turned to go back the way he came.

"Dean…." Bobby's voice held a warning note.

"Bobby it's late, can't whatever it is wait till morning?"

"No, it has waited long enough. Sit down…."

"But…."

Boy, get your behind in a seat", Bobby barked.

Dean flopped into a seat after he pulled it out.

Silence followed a few moments. Bobby glanced at Castiel briefly. The angel never took his eyes from the young hunter.

"So Dean, anything you got to tell us?" Bobby asked. He would give Dean a final chance to come clean.

Dean scoffed. "No….."

"So you wanna tell us what's bothering you? What's really bothering you?" Bobby asked.

"Dunno what you are talking about", Dean sighed.

"With the Famine?"

"I told you…."

"Not everything." Bobby sighed at Dean's lack of response and looked at Castiel.

"Dean."

"What is it Cas?" Dean sighed again.

"I heard what the Famine said to you. It is untrue you know", the angel murmured.

Dean tensed briefly, his face scrunching up. He said in a tight pained voice, "I don't know what you are talking about." Castiel couldn't have heard could he? As far as Dean knew, no one heard those words that plagued him to this day.

Because inside you are already…..dead……

Castiel's mouth twitched once. "Dean, I may have been under the influence of hunger but believe it or not, my hearing was not affected. Famine did not make me deaf, Dean."

Dean managed a weak smirk. "Wow, you did pick up some sarcasm from me after all, Cas. I'm proud."

Castiel cocked his head. He was unable to figure out why Dean did not wish to confront this issue. "Dean", he said taking a step forward, "I know what he Famine said to you. He claimed you were dead inside. You know that it is not true."

Dean twitched. The most visible energy he has shown in awhile. "Castiel….. you know nothing", his voice was low and held a warning note as he sat up a little straighter in his chair glaring at the angel.

Castiel was not in any way ruffled as he continued, "He was lying Dean. You are not dead inside", he pressed on. He needed to get that through Dean's head. He was vulnerable in this state. Castiel was concerned with Michael perhaps taking advantage of Dean. They had come this far. He would not allow it to happen.

Dean stood slowly, palms digging into the wooden table. The rage that that had consumed him early that week as coming back stronger than ever, threatening to explode. "Cas, you will shut up if you know what's good for you. I refuse to have this conversation."

"You ain't no choice, you idjit", Bobby snorted.

Dean glared at his second father. "Neither of you know anything."

"We are merely concerned about you, Dean." Castiel said covering the distance between them, "I'm concerned about you." Blue eyes started at glaring green ones, "I do not want you to be taken advantage of. If I was Michael this would be the perfect time to strike. As well as Lucifer. Both of you are vulnerable and that tips the advantage to Lucifer and Michael right now."

Dean snorted. "What, you scared I'll say yes?"

"Are you thinking about it?" Bobby asked.

"I aint saying no to that #%$^." Dean cried furious.

"That's not what I asked you", Bobby said calmly, "I asked if you had been or is thinking about it", he rephrased.

Dean pushed off the table, turning his back to them as he said....

TBC....

A.N.: *evil laughter* What was Dean's response? Left with a cliff-hanger eh? By now, Dean's attitude should be sorta scaring everyone. If you aren't "scared", trust me, next chapter or two you will be.