Hello! I'm sorry this took sooo long. Next one hopefully won't be as short. Anyway, please review and Enjoy :)

Last time: Dean caught him, "Cas?" He croaked out. "Cas?!" He screamed.

"What's wrong with him?!" He screamed at Emma.

"Calm down, lets get him to a bed."She said. Dean picked him up and carried him to the closest bedroom, which happened to be his. He set Cas down on the bed, and watched Eve take his pulse. "He's barley alive, what the hell happened to him?" She asked.

"I-I think he fell," Dean said.

"What? A fall wouldn't-" She stopped herself. "Wait, an angel? He fell?" She asked, looking at him in disbelief and in a kind of scared way.

"Yes now fix him!" Dean screamed at her. She pulled off his trench coat and began to take off his shirt, "Woah, what are you doing?" Dean questioned.

She didn't stop, "Dean, when angels fall, they fall." She explained finally pulling off his shirt, "Like out of the sky. Do you really expect them to come out of that unscathed?" She was right, there were a few small cuts on his chest and one pretty big gash. It didn't look like it went deep, though. She didn't seem concerned, she was trying to turn him over. With Dean's help, they finally got him on his belly. What they saw on his back made Dean want to gag. Emma looked at him with pity. "He didn't give his wings up by choice." She explained, pointing to the two jagged gashes on his shoulder blades, that looked to go in deep. "They were ripped off." That was when Dean snapped, he ran to the bathroom and threw up. He had seen worse, that was true, but seeing wounds like that on Cas... it made him sick. He returned to his room after he finished throwing up and brushing his teeth. Emma had gotten a first aid kit and she was about to start cleaning the wounds on his back. "Have a weak stomach, Dean?" She asked, a smirk on her face.

"Shut up." He said. She laughed and wiped at one of the gashes with a rag soaked in alchohol. Cas hissed and immediately woke up. He tried to get up but he groaned in pain. "Cas, stop moving. You're hurt." Dean said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Castiel looked at Dean and nodded. Eve tried again and Cas hissed in pain and clenched at the bed sheets with his hands. "Can you make it not hurt?" Dean asked, looking at Cas.

Eve rolled her eyes, "It's alchohol, I can't make it not hurt. I am very sorry. If I don't do this he could get infected and he could get very sick."

Dean sat beside Cas, "It's alright, Cas. It's almost done."

"I'm fine, Dean. It just stings." he said, flinching.

After about a minute of Emma cleaning out his wounds, they were finally done. "You're going to need stitches. Do you guys carry any?" Emma asked.

"Yah, one second." Dean went and got some stitches and ran back. "Here." He gave them to her.

She started and Cas flinched again, "I'm very sorry." She said as she stitched him up. Dean watched her, unable to watch Cas's pained face. Her stitches looked like they were done by an actual doctor.

"I hurt, Dean." Cas whined.

"I know, Cas. I'll get you something." Dean said, running to get some tylenol. He ran back in the room and gave him one. Cas swallowed it dry and sighed. A few minutes later, Castiel fell asleep. Dean sighed as he looked at Cas's face as he slept. This isn't creepy. He kept telling himself. After a minute of this, he rubbed his face and got up to check on Sam. He went into the living room and saw Sam still passed out on the couch. The other guy, James was asleep on the other couch snoring softly.

Emma came in the room and sat next to James, carefully as to not wake him up. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked at Dean, "You're brothers going to be fine, you know." She said.

"I hope so." Dean said. "And thank you... with Cas." He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

"Your welcome." She said, smiling. "Which angel is... was he?" She asked.

"Castiel, the Angel of Thursday." Dean replied. She nodded. "Why?"

"My brother and I are looking for a certain angel." She said.

"Which one?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that." She said, a smug smile on her face.

He shrugged, "Alright." Suddenly Emma jumped up and was walming to the door, "Where are you going?" Dean called after her.

"Crowleys still in the trunk!" She screamed back at him, before slamming the door.