A/N: I apologise in advance for any spelling mistakes in the following story. If there are any please forgive me and I hope it does not distract too much from your enjoyment. – If you enjoy :D

CHAPTER EIGHT

"God?"

"Yes." Dean said sat still numb on the end of the bed.

His brother had returned only a few minutes ago and Dean had forced himself to explain everything while worry and pain wrapped itself around his gut. He hid it from Sam of course. He was meant to be fuming mad at the god-angel not scared that God was going to scatter him across the cosmos. But her words kept replaying themselves over and over in his mind. 'Taketh away'

"As in God, God."

That was the fifth time Sam had said that and Dean had become tired of answering.

"I – I can't believe it." Sam dropped into the chair by the window, turning to stare out at the night sky.

"Well at least you had better taste this time." Dean teased, though it wasn't heartfelt.

"Dude, it's God. Show a little respect…."

"Why? – Have you seen how he royally fucked up our lives." And was probably kill Cas as they sat there.

Sam had no comeback for that. He was thinking pretty much the same thing.

"So did he… she… God…. Say what she was going to do?"

"No." Dean snapped. "But it didn't sound good" he hung his head, resting his elbows on his knees so Sam wouldn't see the tears burning in his eyes. "… but I don't think Cas is going to survive it, whatever it is."

Sam looked over that his brother. He knew how hard this was for him. Dean always put the people he loved on pedestals, hell he'd been on one all his life, and when those people fell it was hard and pain and almost soul destroying for Dean.

He'd seen it happen with their father, with him and now he was watching it happen with Cas. Sam wondered if Dean was ever going to get over this one. Cas meant a lot to Dean, they all knew it. It was as if they were soul-mates or something. Dean would hit me if he heard that little comparison. Sam thought, but it was true. Their friendship was intense to the point of cutting out everyone else.

When it had been the four of them sat talking, Dean and Cas tended to look only at each other while talking, unless what was said was directly meant for him or Bobby. Sam had never seen anything like it in his life. Well, he had once. – With him and Jessica.

That thought had his eyes fixing on his older brother with curiosity, his mind speeding ahead at a thousand miles a second. - Surely not? That was impossible. He'd gone to live with Lisa and Ben. But Dean had indicated that the only reason he'd done so was because he'd promised his kid brother.

Sam was staring wide eyes at his brother, unable to wrap his mind around even the possibility.

"What the fuck are you staring at?"

"Nothing." Sam replied quickly and turned his attention back to the window, though those thoughts were not going to be leaving him any time soon.

Dean pulled off his jacket and prepared to settle down to sleep on top of the bed, he wasn't planning to sit up all night waiting to talk to God, when he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in what felt like forever. He figured if it was that important God would wake him up, or do that whole dream thing, hell if Cas could do it, so could God.

He was ignoring the weird sideways glances his brother was giving him, like he'd suddenly sprouted two heads or something, he was too tired.

His head had just hit the pillow when he felt it, a blistering heat shooting through his arm, where the faded brand was. He shot up on the bed clutching at it, biting down on his lip, his eyes watering with the pain. Sam was at his side in an instant, his hand on his other shoulder.

"Dean! – Dean what's wrong?"

"P-pain." Dean replied through clenched teeth.

"Where?"

Dean clutched his shoulder tighter as the pain increased, his face turning red; blood seeped from his lips as he bit down hard.

"Dean! – What can I do? – Dean you're scaring me." Sam said in a panic.

Dean sent him a look that said 'this isn't a picnic for me either'

Then just as suddenly it was over. Dean fell back against the pillows gasping for breath, his face pale, his eyes closed as he tried to calm his pounding heart. He could hear Sam gasping too. He finally opened his eyes to check his brother was alright, only Sam wasn't looking at him, he was staring at the other bed. Eyes wide, mouth falling open. Dean turned his head and saw what had startled his kid brother.