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It had now been two weeks since Dean had fallen unconscious and every one was feeling the strain. Anyone's mood could change instantly and dramatically from one word or one look out of place, especially Cas, he was feeling everything for the first time. He could feel as an angel but it was like feeling pain when your on medication, its only when you come off does the true pain hit you, and by god it hit Cas hard.

He hated the fact his body made him do things, being forced into sleep every other night, though the dreams were rather new and exciting he usually saw Dean and he was okay that was very comforting, but then when he would wake up with Dean in his arms his charge looked like he was sleeping too, when Cas remembered he would usually cry, but not much he has gotten surprisingly good at pushing the tears away. His stomach forced him to eat something every day; he hated being forced to eat and drink only to have to get rid of it later, in the form of the bathroom one of the most humiliating things that he could think of. Though Cas did enjoy the shower, he liked feeling fresh and awakened a more alert sense of himself that the cascading water seemed to give him.

Bobby's concern for Sam was growing steadily day by day, the boy was a wreck, sleeping less then Castiel and after about 4 days of eating like Dean he just stopped. Eating tiny amounts and only when forced. Due to his immune system steadying to Dean's diet Sam was now loosing an awful lot of weight. Of course when he starts to

eating normally again he'll put it all back on and more but until then his health is at risk as well as his strength, meaning a less then capable hunter. If he ate a full meal like yesterday he would, like yesterday just throw it all back up again. Stress was having a huge impact on Sam, loosing Dean was just not an option, if they lost Dean then Sam wouldn't be far behind. Bobby new Dean dieing nearly killed Sam the first time. Not again, not ever.

Though the angels would bring him back if he died a normal death, but this wasn't, he was still technically alive but barley. Dean wasn't living Dean was lost.

Sam and Bobby have ripped apart the elder hunter's house, even the scrape yard outside looking any hex bags, spells or carvings anything. Considering was the most stable thing the boys could call a home, but in both cases there was nothing. Sam and Bobby knew there was nothing else they could really do. They sat in the living room tension rising high, Sam was fidgeting he just couldn't sit still.

"Okay." Sam stated before looking once more that the old man sitting across the way from him and stood and went upstairs. Bobby couldn't follow considering his chair so had to stay at the foot of the stairs staring to the dark second floor praying Sam wasn't going to do anything stupid.

"What are you doing boy?" Bobby desperately and hopelessly called after Sam.

Sam didn't listen and kept climbing the old dusty staircase. He burst into Dean's room. He found Castiel with a sponge and a bowl of Luke warm water, he had washed Deans face and was now running the sponge over his firm muscles that ran over his chest, Cas had taken Dean's shirt off and had new clothes laid out, Sam was a little taken back by Cas playing nurse and giving his brother a sponge bath, but he just raised his eyebrows and entered the room and hovered over his peaceful looking brother, it was defiantly the lack of food but Sam could swear he saw slightly curvature in Dean's lips, looking a little like a subtle quiet smirk but Sam ignored it. Cas stopped washing Dean as Sam burst in and watched as he entered and stared down Dean.

"Sam?"

Cas questioned a little intimidated by Sam's stern look but his eyes freaked Cas out the most they were cold, angry and lifeless they didn't seem to have the spark in them like they did before.

"I want some time with my brother."

Cas didn't answer straight away but after Sam shot him a deadly glare Cas stood put the bowl on the side, Sam was his brother and had every right to spend time with Dean but Cas was hesitant to leave the two alone, there was something in Sam's voice that just didn't sound like him.

"Go."

Cas did reluctantly leave the room, planning on keeping the door open to keep an eye on things, but when Sam shut it behind him, Cas' heart started beating twice as fast and he started panicking for Dean's safety, but that's stupid this was Sam, this was Dean's Sammy. Dean was perfectly safe. Despite this Cas didn't go far, he waited outside the room straining to hear what was being said, there was silence so Cas started pacing the long narrow hall way. When Cas had gotten to the end of it he suddenly fell to his knees through the sharp pain he suddenly felt across his face then pins and needles set in and slight numbness washed over his right cheek. "What the hell?"

Cas asked himself completely confused by what was happening, then out of no where he felt a force hit him in the nose making him loose his balance and tumble to the floor. It didn't particularly hurt but there was the shock of it to deal with and the buzzing feeling around the struck area again felt strange, almost like pain absent from pain, it hurt but at the same time it didn't feel, though that sounded crazy. Cas brought his hand to his nose and felt a trickle of warm…blood, Cas was bleeding. "The fuck?" How was this possible? Cas shook his head trying to think straight, when it all came to him, like the mother ton of bloody bricks. "Son of a bitch." Cas mumbled to himself as he scrambled to his feet and ran towards Dean's room. Cas couldn't help but wonder whether Dean was rubbing of on him, the way he talked for instance has steadily gone down hill in Cas' opinion, but it almost seemed second nature to him, especially since he was now basically human for all intensive purposes. This thought of course was fleeting and disappeared entirely when he got to the door, and with out hesitation swung it open.

Sam was standing over his unconscious brother, fists tightly clenched and raised red but his knuckles were whitened due to the strength he clenched his fists with, Sam's breathing was heavy and face red, he didn't notice Cas burst in and look from Sam his brother, his right cheek bruised slightly and nose bleeding.

"come on you son of a bitch!" Sam rose his fist to punch Dean again "wake up! Come on!" tears were streaming down his face as he choked out his words. Cas darted towards Sam and stopped him from making contact to Dean's face again restraining him and bundling him out of the room, with such strength and force he didn't know he still wildered and Sam underestimated making it easer to over power the weeping and fuming baby brother to the angels charge. Sam fell to the ground as Cas pushed him out the room. The boy was on his knees and looked up at Cas, it was gut retching to see such painful desperation in some ones eyes, but there it was set deep with in his deep brown eyes. Cas wanted to help him, comfort the boy but couldn't, his face was still buzzing from the punches Dean received. He couldn't comfort the person that did that to his Dean so instead closed the door on the weeping boy without so much as a word.