AN: Hey again! See I updated better this time. Hope you all are enjoying, and as always reviews only help me get better!

Disclaimer: Still not mine and I am sure as hell not making any money off of it

Dean didn't sleep at all the first night. He tossed and turned, the blankets twisting around his legs and the sweat soaked sheets only deterred his unconsciousness. Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was Cas; bleeding, bloody and broken. Human Cas, Angel Cas, even the Leviathan made an appearance. And each time he woke with a strangled scream lodged in the back of his throat, hair plastered to his head. The fourth time waking, he grabbed his phone in a daze, staring at the small screen until he was able to make out the time.
Six a.m.
Fuck.
He refused to try to shut his eyes one more time, his heart was still pounding in his chest and as much as he hated to admit it, the bed felt empty without the fallen angel pressed against his chest.

The hunter untangled himself from the mess of blankets and sat up on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. It took him a moment but he grabbed the robe from its place hanging next to the bed and slipped it on, trying to ignore how he smelled of dried sweat or how his vision swam from lack of sleep and fatigue. The last 48 hours had been a bitch.

Already half way down the hall he heard talking, plates clattering and the rustling of paper. Everyone was already up. Dean tried to ignore the way his heart leapt when he thought of the fallen angel sitting at the breakfast table, making coffee himself and waking up without Dean at his side. He clenched his fists and pushed those thoughts away, he was Dean fucking Winchester and no one gets to make him feel like this. So his shoulders squared he walked into the room, nodding at Sam who looked up, already concerned as he saw the way his older brother trudged into the room, the dark circles already finding their place under his usually bright green eyes.

"Dean, are you-"

"I'm fine Sammy," Dean cut him off, purposely not making eye contact as he poured a cup of the strongest coffee he could muster. Grabbing a dry bagel only for appearances sake, he crammed a large chuck into his mouth, trying to avoid the questioning looks from the current Men of Letter's inhabitants.

Kevin came out of nowhere, his hair in every which direction and shooting Dean an angry, if not tired, glare.

"Cas was up all night,' he informed, his voice gritty with lack of sleep. "And that means I was. Fix your shit so I can sleep."

"What do you mean he was up all night?" Dean inquired, brows furrowed and concerned.

Kevin rolled his eyes, grabbed a donut from the plastic bag on the counter (Dean was pretty sure Gabriel had something to do with the sugar soaked breakfast pastries), and started to head back in the direction of his bedroom.

"Up all night, nightmares, throwing shit. Same old," Kevin looked at him begrudgingly. "What did you do, man?"

Dean scoffed, "Why would you think I did anything?"

Kevin just gave him a look, bit into the over sprinkled, over frosted, diabetic confectionary and strode off to his room without another word.

"Shit," Dean muttered, his forehead planting hard on the table.

"Dean, what happened last night?" Sam asked warily, watching his older brother unmoving from his spot at the table.

Dean snorted, "Didn't think you'd want to know what goes on between Cas and I at night Sammy," he pushed a crooked smile on his face, though his eyes tired and far too dark for it too reach them.

Rolling his eyes Sam sat down his coffee to stare at his hurting brother.

"You know what I mean, Dean. Why is Cas in his room now?"

Dean shrugged, his eyes fixated on the light colored dining room table. "He uh, said he needed space,' he paused as if saying words caused him great pain. "You know, to train and crap."

"And how do you feel about that?"

Dean grimaced at the younger hunter, pushing his almost untouched coffee back hard, "Oh c'mon Sam, really? Lets cut the therapist bullshit ok?"

Sam stood up with Dean, slamming his hands on the table as he did so.

"Then why don't you cut the your bullshit? You think I don't know that this bothers you? That Cas getting back his powers doesn't scare that shit out of you?"

"And what if it does? How does that make any difference?" Dean yelled back, his voice straining.

"Then talk to me! And for gods sake, talk to Cas!"

"You don't think I have? He's doesn't give two shits what I think, he's on his holy mission. Same shit different day."

"And whats the supposed to mean?" Sam demanded, watching somewhat cautiously as Dean gripped the coffee mug violently.

"It means that no matter what I do, or how I feel people do the exact opposite of what I want, Sammy," Dean fumed, his chest heaving. "So lets shut the fuck up with this feelings bullshit, and stop acting like it is going to help anything!" He slammed the cup down, the vintage ceramic cracking under the pressure and splintering into piece, blood and coffee mixing onto the table.

"Dean, fuck!" Sam cried, rushing to his brothers side and Dean held his bleeding hand close to his chest.

Dean withdrew from Sam's advances, "Just leave me alone," He muttered, clenching his hand into a fist, unaware or unbothered by the trailing blood he left behind him.

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Sam Winchester couldn't believe what he was seeing; his older brother, his emotional stunted, closed off brother lashing out at the mere mention of the fallen angel. He knew they were close, hell he had always had a nagging feeling that there was something more between the two, so it wasn't like the fact that his former womanizing older brother was not only hooking up with the ex angel (rather loudly he remembered nauseously), but pretty much head over heels for the other man.
It was when he caught Dean in the hall, attempting to sneak from Cas's room to his own. Dean turned white, stammered out a piss poor lie, acting like Sam wouldn't notice the few scattered bruises that adorned his collar bone. Sam was worried; not for Dean but for Cas. He wasn't experienced to feelings, intimacy or the fact that Dean wasn't one to stick around.

Then the part that really shocked him to the core; more than the less than savoy sounds that would emanate from the bedrooms, more than the sickening doe eyes he would catch them giving each other from across the table. It was when he woke up to Dean cussing wildly and the sound of something slamming loudly into the wall. He remembered staggering out of bed, his eyes still heavy with sleep, opening his door to see Dean laden down with two boxes in his arms and Cas following behind him, saying something about leaving one behind and Dean snapping that he could handle a few boxes.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam slurred, eyes trying to focus on the scene in front of him.

"Uh-" Dean turned to Sam, still stabilizing the boxes.

"Dean is moving a few of my things into his room," Cas explained, shifting his box as he did so, his eyes shifting to the older hunter.

"Yea, grab a box douche bag," Dean exclaimed, pushing one of the heavier boxes into Sam's arms, winking as he did so.

Sam shook his head at the memories- he had to talk to Cas.

As he walked towards the training room, Gabriel appeared in front of him.

"Whoa there big boy," Gabe said, placing one hand on Sam's chest. "I got a hunt for you."

Sam stared at him perplexed, "A hunt? Wha- now?"

Gabriel rolled his eyes, "Yes, now! I thought you were the smart one."

Sam ignored the remark, "What kind of hunt and why the hell can't you take care of it?"

"Warded big boy. The angelic, such as myself, can't get in there. But you three can."

"Three?" Sam asked curious.

"You, Deano and Cassie," Gabe said obviously.

"I thought you said it was warded," Sam asked. "How can Cas get in?"

"He's not full angel dumbo. And you can use the back up," Gabe said, his eyes averting the younger Winchesters gaze as a small, foil wrapped chocolate was placed in his mouth.

"Why would we need back up. We've been doing pretty well by ourselves if you hadn't heard," Reminded Sam.

"Well because there are more than a few dozen demons shacking up in his old hotel downtown. Sounds like your thing, am I right?"

"Fine, let me talk to Dean and I'll-"

"No need!" Gabe smiled, snapping his fingers.

And without any warning, Sam was transported to an outdoor location, Dean, still wrapping his hand in gauze was standing next to him with his eyes wide. Cas had been placed farther away, spinning around in confusion.

"Gabriel!" Sam growled, looking around for the short archangel in unbridled fury.

"You might want to be quiet Sambo. A lot of demons in there," Came Gabriel's snarky voice.

"Demons? What the hell is he talking about?" Dean demanded, his hand on his stomach. The after the affects of transporting such long distances wasn't pleasant in the slightest.

"A hunt, he said he had a hunt for us," Sam snarled, gripping the demon blade that had been placed in his pants.

Before Sam could elaborate anymore, the door burst open to the building and he heard Dean swear softly as the demons spilled through.

AN: Ok sorry its a bit of a filler chapter but the next chapter (which I have outlined and will probably have up tomorrow) will have more action, blood and destiel love. Did you like Sam P.O.V.? Let me know by dropping a comment by!