D'script.: Castiel's homesickness leads to an extreme decision.

Disc.: Own this? It's like owning happiness and sunshine-that apparently had father issues.

Love: It wouldn't be Supernatural, without a dark twist, would it? This one is Cas's induction into the twisted world of the boys' issues.

Dead

"Explain again how you got sick," Sam asked, confused from the angel's reasoning.

"It's an allergic reaction to the overexposure of your Earth," Castiel said with a sniffle.

"Then get some Benadryl, or take a Reactin pill," Dean said over the din of the television.

Sam gave his brother a look, one that clearly wondered how deficient he was in common sense, "Dean, he's an angel. Having a reaction to the freaking Earth. I'm sure an allergy pill will not work on him."

Castiel sneezed and the television turned off. Sam raised a brow as Dean cursed and began to look for the remote. Before Dean found it, Castiel coughed hoarsely and the television set turned back on.

At that, both brothers slowly turned their head to Castiel, who was sitting at the table miserably. Sam looked at Dean, the same thought crossing their mind.

"You don't think…"

"That Cas's side-effects include messing up his powers?"

"Fuck."

"Told you Reactin wouldn't work," Sam said with a wry grin.

Castiel sniffled and this time Sam's laptop crashed. Sam cried out as he saw the screen flicker and then die.

"Dammit, I hadn't even saved that," he looked at Castiel accusingly.

Castiel coughed and the lights above Dean crackled with sparks and went out. Dean covered his head from the falling shards of glass as he stood up and ran over to Sam and Castiel.

"Great. We've got a sick angel who causes weird shit to happen with a fucking cough." Dean remarked, "How do we fix him?"

Sam shrugged, "I have no idea. I would look up a cure, but he'd probably just sneeze and I'd be back to square one."

Castiel didn't appreciate how they were talking about him while he was right there, "I need to go back. For a few hours, to get out of this vessel."

"Cas, you can't go back. Zachariah's still after you."

Castiel was about to sneeze when Dean wrapped a hand around Castiel's mouth and nose, "I don't think so, buddy."

As a result, Castiel's sneeze was internalized and he ended up causing the table to burst into flames. Sam just barely rescued his computer with a small shriek.

Dean immediately removed his hand, "I guess I'm not doing that again…"

"You think?" Sam asked, cutting Dean a level glare.

"Okay. What do we do, wise guy?"

"I have to go back," Castiel insisted, "There's no other way."

Dean slammed a fist into the countertop, "There has to be. At least try taking a Benadryl."

Sam watched Dean sceptically as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water before setting it and a little pink pill in front of Castiel. Both brothers watched with anticipation as the angel placed the pill on his tongue and took a deep swallow from the glass.

Three seconds later, Castiel sneezed and shot the glass straight out of his hand, causing it to smash against the wall opposite him. Dean swore and Sam handed Castiel a tissue.

"I have to go back," Castiel repeated.

Dean looked at Sam with a helpless and confused expression; he looked like he'd been asked to fly a plane, "Sam…"

Sam shook his head, "It'll just get worse if we keep him here. Dean, come on. You know this."

Dean forcefully turned Sam away from the angel and said in a harsh whisper, "They'll get him, Sam! He goes up there and they'll fucking crucify him."

"We don't have much choice, Dean. He's suffering here."

"Well, let's pump him full of Benadryl!"

"That won't work," Castiel said, obviously not excluded from their private conversation, "And I will come back. Heaven's a big place, Dean. All I need is a few hours. I can elude them for that long and then return."

Dean ground his teeth together before slamming his palms into the wall. Angrily, he turned his head to face the two men watching him. He conceded.

"Three hours. That's all. You hear me, Cas?"

Castiel nodded.

"If you're not back in exactly three hours, we are coming to haul your ass back here."

Sam smiled, wondering when his brother went from resenting Castiel's accompaniment to wanting to ensure his safety. He was also curious about Dean's plan.

"How will we go after him?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. But we'll find a way. Castiel, three hours," he commanded.

Castiel took Dean seriously, "I'll be back before three hours, Dean. Do not worry."

Castiel promptly pulled out a chair and sat down. After a meaningful look at the hunters, Castiel closed his eyes and his body instantly slumped forward. Dean caught the angel by the shoulder and pushed him back gently to rest in the chair. After a moment, Dean realized something was wrong-very wrong. He looked at Sam with panic and declared loudly:

"He's fucking dead! How am I not supposed to worry?"

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