A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! You guys are amazing! I hope to have this story finished soon, but I just have to go with the story. It leads me.
Chapter 8-Get Out
House had woke up when he realized that Cas was gone. His head hurt from the uncomfortable position he had been laying in when Cas had mind smacked him. He shakily ran a hand across his face and pushed himself back up into his chair. His desk was possibly messier than it had been when he had went down. Cas had ransacked it looking for something that he couldn't remember...that's when it hit him. He pushed aside the papers and random shit to find that the folder was gone. He slammed his hand against the desk and quickly stumbled out of the office. He looked down the hallway, unable to find the stranger that he had seen eariler. He stumbled to Sam's room. Taub, Thirteen, Foreman, and Chase were all gone from there, so he expected Sam to be alone, but he wasn't. Though Sam was alseep, he had a visitor standing over him.
"Hey!" House yelled as he slid the door to Sam's room open and walked in. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Didn't we already have this conversation?" Cas asked as he slightly turned around. He returned his attention to Sam, who slept peacefully.
"Yeah, you're a God damn mother fuckin' angel and I'm really Sherlock Holmes." House said. Cas quickly turned around and grabbed House by the front of his shirt. He lifted him about an inch off the ground.
"How dare you use my fathers name in vain!" Cas yelled. House hit Cas's leg with his cane, causing him to drop him back to the floor. House stood now, staring at Cas.
"What kind of fuckin' angel are you?" He yelled. House was about to take another shot at Cas with his cane when Sam's eyes fluttered open and he looked around the room.
"Cas?" He asked. "Oh shit! You brought Dean didn't you?" Sam asked. Cas looked back at him and nodded his head. Sam sighed and closed his eyes. "Mother fucker." He whispered.
"Dean is very worried about you." Cas told Sam.
"Get out." Sam whispered to Cas. He gave him that puppy is confused look, not understanding what he meant. "What, are you deaf now?" Sam asked. "I said get the fuck OUT!" Cas quickly left the room, shocked at Sam's tone. House went to stand by Sam, who looked extremly pissed off.
"What was that about?" House asked.
"Nothing." Sam replied. "I have to get out of here before Dean gets here. If he sent Cas to look for me, he's trying to get his anger in check, which means he'll blow up when he gets here. I don't want to be here for that." Sam attempted to get out of his bed, but stopped and clutched at his chest. His fingers wrapped around his new hospital gown as he slowly began to fall out of the bed. House dropped his cane and used what strenght he had to push Sam back into his bed.
"Sam, I need you to take deep, slow breaths for me, okay?" House said. Sam nodded his head and focused on his breathing while House monitered him. House knew that Sam probably wouldn't be able to survive heart failure again. And it was everytime that this guy showed up. Finally, House got Sam's vitals back to normal and Sam fell asleep. He stood, watching his heart screen for awhile before turning around and leaving. There was so much they needed to do.
So, why the anger? Is Sam really that mad at Dean? And will House be able to figure out the secret behind Sam's issues? Review to find out!
