A/n So this chapter takes place during 5.14, My Bloody Valentine. This is one of my favorite episodes. Incase you were wondering. I used some of the actual quotes from the show. I do not own any part of Supernatural, as much as I wish I did. Enjoy!

The drive to the new job was a long one, taking a couple days to even get to the state. But for Dean the trip seemed so much longer. Dean was tired, he was stressed and his muscles were strained straight down to the bone. He was miserable. His brain hurt and he just wanted a drink. He'd asked Sammy to do the majority of the driving, leaving Dean to pretend to nap and be left wallowing in his thoughts. Thoughts he didn't want to think about. How cliché. He wanted the thoughts-or fantasies rather-to go away. But they wouldn't. And he knew they wouldn't. This time Cas would not be leaving his mind. He blamed it on himself. If he hadn't said those words he supposedly didn't mean, he wouldn't be thinking about him. He wouldn't be thinking about kissing him, or touching him, or pressing their bodies together. He wouldn't be feeling the ache in his chest, the turning in his stomach or the chills in his spine. He'd tried to convince himself it was a good thing Cas hadn't been around because his chest would probably explode and Dean would lose his mind and do something irrational. But Dean told himself he'd rather have that then the desperate longing to see Cas' face and hear his beautiful voice and possibly be able to touch him. If Cas was here he probably wouldn't be feeling the deep ground jealousy of anyone that could be with him, or near him, or talking to him, or touching him. Forget actually seeing Cas. Thinking about him was making him lose his mind. On top of all the intense feelings he was battling with himself. He was determined to convince himself his feelings weren't real. The thoughts he was having about Cas and the feelings he had for him weren't legitimate. He had no idea what they were, but they weren't his true feelings. That's what he told himself anyway, all the way to the motel parking lot.

After Sam and Dean checked into a motel Sam went off to the house where the starved lovers ate each other to death. Dean got the unfortunate task of getting to visit the morgue to check out the dead bodies. The site of them sent a small chill down his back, he didn't really know where it came from however, seeing as this isn't the worst he's ever seen, but it did rank up in one of the most irking deaths. Dean beat Sam back to the hotel and read over the files, after a while Sam returned to the motel explaining to Dean his discoveries, leaving them both baffled, and a bit disgusted.

"Well I'm going to stick around and go over the files, you can get goin'. Release the Kracken. Or whatever."

"Where exactly am I going?" Dean asked confused.

"Dean it's Valentine's Day. Your favorite holiday, what do you always call it? Uh..unattached drifter Christmas?"

"Yeah well, I don't know. I just don't feel like going out." But Dean did know why he didn't want to go out. He just could never admit. He couldn't even admit it to himself.

"You're not into bars filled with lonely women?" Sam pestered. Why was he being so pesky?

"Guess not." Dean admitted taking a swig of beer. Hopefully the alcohol would wash away all the reasons he didn't want to go out. All the reasons he'd rather ignore.

"Something's wrong." Sam continued.

"Nothing's wrong Sammy. Matter of fact, now I do feel like going out. I'm just gonna drive around call me if you need me." Dean got up from the table and trudged out to Baby. He climbed in and started her up. He was annoyed with Sam for bringing up the holiday and his usual routine. He'd had rather ignored it this time around opting for something else. Something he wished he didn't want. But deep down he absolutely ached for it, and nothing could shake that feeling.

"Hello Dean," rasped the familiar voice coming from the passenger side of the car. Dean only jumped just a little this time, becoming more used to Cas' extra surprising surprise visits.

"Hey Cas." Dean responded trying to hide the racing of his heart. Cas scooted a little closer to Dean on the seat, their knees just barely touching. Dean caught his breath, his chest pounding, this, all of this was what he was trying to avoid.

"Thank you for taking care of me the other night."

"Yeah. No problem."

"Also Dean, I," Cas paused approaching his next sentence with caution, "I know what you said to me."

"Everything?" Dean chocked.

"Yes all of it."

"Well, you know, I didn't actually mean it, like that anyway, I was just, feeling guilty, and it just, it just slipped out.."

"Dean," Cas rasped, "it's fine.." Dean pulled over to the side of the road, he managed to drive himself into the middle of nowhere. Dean wanted to avoid this conversation, seeing as his feelings weren't real anyway, right?

"What do you mean 'it's fine'?"

"I, I may be thinking the same, way as you." Cas whispered fumbling with a button on his trench coat.

"What are you trying to say Cas?" Dean whispered.

"I guess I'm saying if you were to um...kiss me now...I-I wouldn't be opposed." Dean's heart raced, a flipping, butterfly-like feeling twirling around his stomach. He didn't really want to kiss Cas did he? Somehow he found himself leaning closer to Castiel, his lips lightly grazing Cas'.

"Don't tease, Dean." Cas whispered, there lips just barely touching. Dean pressed his lips forcefully against Cas' completely out of impulse. Their lips moved together at a fiery pace. Their tongues met and Dean pulled Cas' head closer to his own, deepening the kiss. A chill ran up Dean's back and a fire started in the pit of his stomach, slowly heading a little more south. He pulled Cas' whole body closer to his own aching to feel him against his body. There groins rubbed together and Dean let out a loud moan. He leaned back and pulled Cas' body on top of his. Cas slipped his hand under his shirt and pulled it off. He could feel Cas' hands exploring his torso, followed by his mouth and tongue. Once Cas was convinced he had covered every inch he placed his chin on Dean's chest and stared up at him. Dean started running his fingers through Cas' hair

"I had been waiting for you to kiss me for a long time, Dean." He whispered.

"I wish I had figured this out earlier. I like kissing you."

"I love you." Castiel whispered seriously. Dean pulled Cas to his mouth and kissed him passionately.

"I should go. Sam will worry," He mumbled between kisses, "but maybe I can let him worry just a little bit longer." he said kissing Cas harder then he had before.

Dean came into the hotel and hour and a half after he bad originally told Cas he had to go.

"You stayed out late." Sam teased from behind his laptop.

"Yeah. I drove around for a while."

"Alone?" Sam asked crawling into bed.

"Alone." Dean confirmed crawling into his own bed wishing Cas was in it with him.

The next morning Sam and Dean got a call from the doctor in the morgue informing them of a new double suicide. They took a trip down to the hospital to examine the bodies. The doctor informed them that he had already autopsied and removed the organs. He tossed them the keys and told them to make sure they packaged everything up before they left. Sam and Dean looked at each other and began looking over the organs. It was a long time ago when Dean had gotten over the sight and smell of dead bodies and all that came with them but even still, they were always just a bit repulsive. Dean was looking over one of the hearts when he slid it towards Sam and asked him to be his valentine with a smirk. That was when Sam noticed a symbol on it. He quickly grabbed the other heart and found a matching symbol. Upon closer inspection they assumed it to be Enochian.

"Like what Cas put on our ribs." Dean stated.

"Dean, I don't know." Sam said. Dean pulled out his phone and quickly dialed the number he memorized long ago,

"Cas, it's Dean. Yeah room 31 C, basement level, St. James Medical Cent.."

"I'm there now." Cas said to his face, causing his heart to flutter.

"Yeah I get that."

"I'm gonna hang up, now."

"Right.." Dean responded feeling silly. But it was nice, doing something so childish and stupid with Cas. Making sure Sam wasn't looking, Dean leaned over and kissed Cas on the temple, causing him to break a smile. Dean led Cas over to the hearts and point to the symbols. He confirmed that they were in fact the angelic marks claiming a Cupid inscribed them.

"Cupid?" Sam and Dean said simultaneously.

"Yes. They are a lower form of angel called Cherub."

"Cherub?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, there all over the world, dozens of them."

"So what are you saying?" Sam asked.

"I'm saying a Cupid has gone rouge. We have to stop him, before he kills again."

"Naturally." Sam said.

"Of course we do." Dean said giving Cas an annoyed look. They made there way to a local restaurant for dinner, Cas guessed it would be the next area the Cupid would hit. Dean ordered his usual burger and Sam a salad. Dean took a bite of the burger, it was delicious but for some reason he just wasn't hungry, and plopped back down on his plate.

"You're not hungry?" Sam said incredulously. Dean looked awkwardly between Sam and Cas on the on the side of the table.

"No. I guess not."

"So you're not gonna finish that?" Cas said quickly. Dean barely had the chance to shake his head before Cas was reaching in front of him and grabbed the plate, about to shove it in his mouth. Both Sam and Dean gave him a look of disbelief as he put the burger down and pointed to a couple he was sure were just hit by the Cupid.

"Meet me in the back." He rasped before instantly vanishing. Sam and Dean gave each other a 'Yup. This is my job.' type look before getting up, tossing down a fifty, and heading to the back of the restaurant. They found him with his hand out most likely in attempt to summon the Cupid. He began speaking Enochian. They looked around the empty room, seeing nothing.

"Where is he?" Dean asked noticing that he was obviously no where to be seen.

"Here I am!" said a loud excited voice from behind him. Suddenly he was lifted up from behind and pulled into an overly uncomfortable hug.

"Help!" Dean called out waiting for one of them to do something. The Cupid jostled him around in the awful hug before dropping him when he noticed Cas.

"Hello you!" he cheered heading straight for him. That was when Dean noticed he was naked. His eyebrows rose into his hairline and his jealously awkwardly skyrocketed when the Cupid latched onto Cas. Not like Cas appeared to be enjoying it but still, Dean was jealous.

"This is Cupid?!" Dean said frantically.

"Yes." Cas managed to squeeze out through his torturous hug.

"Oh look at you!" The Cupid called out heading for Sam.

"No!" Sam said quickly

"Yes, Yes, Yes!" The cupid said nodding and pulling him into a tight hug. Dean tried not to laugh out loud.

"This is their handshake." Cas told Dean.

"I don't like it!"

"No one likes it." Cas said staring down the Cupid. Cas started interrogating the Cupid, causing him to cry and panic. He claimed he wasn't killing anybody and as much as Dean wanted to doubt him, he also highly doubted that the he was killing anybody. He had Cas read his mind and they discovered he was telling the truth. They inquired him about his duties and such which led to him telling the story about how they Cupids had to match up Sam and Dean's parents. He had acted so giddy about it and it pissed Dean off.

"And then there's you two." The Cupid said gesturing to Dean and Cas.

"Excuse me?" Dean paused staring him down.

"Oh yeah! Other Cupids have been talking about you two for months. Some were even considering going against orders and shooting you guys but apparently that's not necessary anymore!" He said winking. Cas' face grew hot and he turned to Dean.

"What does he mean?" Sam asked Dean.

"I-I have no idea!" Dean stammered.

"Don't deny love Dean!" the Cupid said. Dean hated this guy more and more with each second.

"Love?" Sam asked raising his eyebrows.

"Why yes!" The Cupid said excitedly.

"Hey, pal! Either shut up or get lost!" Dean shouted upsetting the Cupid and making him cry again. He left instantly.

"So what the hell has been up with you two?" Sam spat. Dean sighed deeply turning to Cas.

"When I went out driving on Valentine's Day, I-I wasn't alone."

"You were with Cas?" Sam asked making it sound more like a statement.

"We-hooked up. I guess." Dean admitted, face red. Cas was trying somewhat to hide himself behind Dean in attempt to conceal his red cheeks.

"You screwed an angel, Dean?" Sam said.

"No!" Dean and Cas replied at the same time.

"We just, kissed. A lot." Cas spoke nervously. Sam broke a smile at the still apparent innocence of the angel. At least Dean hadn't ruined that.

"I got to admit, the Cupids weren't the only ones waiting for this. But what I don't get, is why didn't you tell me? Either of you." Sam said also glancing at Cas.

"Well I figured it was Dean's place to tell you." Cas piped up quickly, an almost invisible smirk stretching across his lips as he looked to Dean.

"Why thank you much Angel face." Dean said condescendingly. "Don't use pet names in front of me. Please." Sam pleaded.

"He only does that when he's annoyed with me." Cas said smiling at Sam proudly. Again, he had to smile at the blatant innocence.

"So why didn't you tell me Dean." Sam asked again.

"I-I didn't want you to tease me. Or Cas." Sam snorted.

"Come on, I tease you about a lot of things but I know when I shouldn't. I mean, I still will, but I'll never be serious." Dean gazed at Sam looking for the sincerity.

"You have no problem with me and Cas hooking up behind your back?" Dean asked.

"No. I've pretty much been expecting it since you two met. You've been dancing around each other for ages."

"Shut up bitch."

"Jerk."

The next day Sam returned to the morgue for another strange death. The doctor explained to him that the man went on a wild Twinkie binge and his stomach burst. It was fairly disgusting. But disappointingly he noticed the heart wasn't marked by cupid. Back to square one. When he left he called Dean claiming the recent finding that the heart had not had the marking. Dean had visited the police station and found there had been 8 suicides and 19 O.D.'s, an unusually high number in the area. They hung up and both planned to head back to the hotel. But when Sam hung up the phone he saw a man with a briefcase walking out of the hospital. For some reason his heart started beating erratically and he had no clue why. Until he realized the loud pulse was coming from the man, Sam knew what he was then, and he could hear his blood moving. Sam quickly followed the man and pulled his demon knife on him. The got into a violent fight but Sam managed to get a deep cut into the demon's arm. The demon dropped the briefcase and ran before Sam could slash him again. Sam picked up the case and made his way back to the motel.

"So what does a demon have to do with this?" Dean asked as the bothers stared at the briefcase.

"No idea." Sam responded just as confused as his brother.

"You okay?" Dean asked noticing Sam's strained facial expression.

"Yeah, Yeah I'll be alright." Sam answered awkward and delayed. Dean wasn't sure why he wouldn't be or why there was a reason not to trust Sam. So he quickly pushed aside any feelings of doubt. He trusted his brother again. Dean knew he would do the right decided to break open the case and went to work cracking the locks. Quickly they got it open but all that was inside was a quick, bright flash of light.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"A human soul." The deep and familiar voice chirped up from behind them. Dean quickly kissed Castiel gently before what he had said hit him, and that he was eating a burger.

"What about that makes any sense?" Sam asked ignoring the kiss.

"And when did you start eating?" Dean questioned, grabbing the bag and stealing a sloe fry even though he didn't really want one.

"Exactly!" Cas responded excitedly, "My hunger, it's a clue actually."

"For what?" The brothers said simultaneously.

"This town isn't suffering from love gone wrong, it's suffering from hunger, starvation to be exact. More specifically, famine.

"Famine?" Sam asked, Cas nodded his head wildly, crazy eyes plastered to his face, quickly chewing the burger.

"Great!" Dean said sarcastically. "Well that's freaking great."

"Well I thought famine meant starvation as in food." Sam said to Cas.

"Yes absolutely." Cas responded, "but not just food, everybody's hungry for something, sex, attention, drugs," Cas turned to Dean, "Love." Dean ignored the glance, but he knew what Cas was subtlety trying to say.

"So that explains the puppy lovers."

"Right. They craved love, and then Famine came and made them rabid for it."

"Okay but what about you, I mean since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle. And why haven't you tried eating me to death?" Dean said with a small smirk.

"It's affecting my vessel Jimmy. His appetite for red meat has been touched by Famine's affect. That's also why I haven't devoured you yet." Cas said, shooting Dean a suggestive look on the word 'yet'.

"So Famine just rolls into town and everybody goes crazy?" Dean asked.

"'And then will come Famine, riding on a black steed, he will ride into the land of plenty, and great will be the horseman's hunger for he is hunger. His hunger will seep out and poison the air.' Famine is hungry, he must devour the souls of his victims."

"So that was the briefcase." Dean concluded.

"Lucifer must have sent demon's to make sure Famine was healthy and ready."

"Ready for what?" Sam asked.

"To march across the land."

"Famine. Really?" Dean said wondering how his job could still get worse. He was sitting on the bed behind Cas, he was touching him and kissing his neck occasionally but Cas was oblivious, completely engrossed with his burger.

"So everybody in this town is just gonna eat, drink and screw itself to death?" Sam half shouted angrily, ignoring the valiant attempts Dean was making on Cas.

"Well how'd you stop the last horseman?" Cas asked them.

"His ring. We cut off his finger and took the ring." Dean told Cas's neck. "Then it was like everybody woke up from a dream. You think Famine's got one too?" Dean asked resting his head on Cas' shoulder.

"I know he does."

"Well okay let's hunt him down." Dean said almost believing it would be relatively easy. Sam was in the bathroom wiping a cold wash cloth over his face. He could hear Dean and Cas lightly bickering about the amount of burgers Cas had eaten. Sam had gone into a cold sweat and that was when he knew Famine had touched him. And what he wanted, was demon blood.

"Come on Sammy." Dean called to him. Sam could hear his heart in his ears, the fidgeting and twitching worsening. He knew he couldn't go with him, he trusted himself, but he didn't trust himself with Famine on his back.

"Dean..I-I can't, I can't go." A look of worry and confusion appeared on Dean's face not fully grasping the issue.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"I think it got to me, Dean. I think I'm hungry for it." Sam said exasperatedly.

"Hungry for what?" Dean asked, an edge in his voice.

"You know..." Sam whispered.

"You have to be kidding me. Cas you gatta zap him out of here, you have to beam

him to Montana, anywhere but here." Dean practically begged him.

"I could but he's already been touched. The hunger will just follow him."

"What are we supposed to do?!"

"Go and cut that bastards finger off! But you gatta lock me down. Good." Dean nodded his head and found a pair of handcuffs. He hooked Sam up to the bathroom sink before heading out with Cas.

"Be careful," Sam warned, "and hurry." Dean nodded and lightly brushed his lips on Sam's temple the way he used to when they were much younger.

"You'll be fine. We'll be back soon I swear."

Dean and Cas made their way to the hospital planning on talking to the doctor they had been working with all week only to be informed that he had died. He died like all the others in town, Famine's fault.

"It's Famine." Cas announced over Dean's shoulder. Dean needed to explain to him how to not discuss the things they dealt with in public, but Castiel had a thing for being honest.

"Pardon?" The doctor asked clearly confused.

"Could you give us a minute please?" Dean asked the doctor. He gave them a funny look before nodding his head and leaving them alone.

"Crap." Dean stated, "I really kinda liked this guy." Cas put a comforting hand on his shoulder and placed his other one on the doctor.

"They haven't harvested his soul yet." Cas announced. So the two went out to the Impala to wait for someone to come. They had full intentions of following the man back to where Famine was.

They waited for a while. For the most part it was just the two of them sitting there while Dean ran his fingers through Cas' hair. Cas had left Dean alone for about ten minutes and returned with his favorite burger.

"Are you serious?"

"These make me, very happy." Castiel swooned.

"Happier than I do?" Dean asked.

"Don't be ridiculous." Cas responded through the burger

"How many is that?" Dean asked.

"I lost count. It's in the low hundreds." Dean looked at him like he was crazy and rolled his eyes.

"I thought you told me you could stop whenever you wanted?"

"I could." Cas said again.

"Then stop eating and kiss me." Cas swallowed his bite and looked down at the half eaten burger.

"Well I haven't finished this. It would be a waste."

"You're picking a burger over me Cas." Dean stated.

"Am not. I just don't want to waste such a good burger." Dean leaned over and grabbed what was left of the burger and shoved it in his mouth, he chewed a few times before swallowing hard.

"You, are evil." Cas gasped

"I'm just protecting you angel face, and plus, now you have to kiss me." Dean said sliding towards him.

"Do not. You're mean." Cas said pouting. Dean leaned over and took Cas' extended bottom lip between his teeth. Cas whimpered and pulled Dean into a deep kiss. Dean moved his lips down Cas' jaw and to his neck. He trailed his lips and tongue all over his neck, desperately wanting more, but very aware they were on a job.

"So what's your hunger, Dean?" Cas asked. The rumble in his throat from his voice against Dean's lips made him go nuts, but instead he pulled away and pulled Castiel as close as possible, practically dragging him into his lap.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well slowly but surely everyone in this town has fallen victim to famine but so far you seem unaffected." That was lie. Dean thought. He was just good at controlling his hunger. That and he wasn't starving, like everyone else was, he was just hungry. For Castiel.

"Well when I want a drink, I drink, when I want sex I go get it. Same goes for a sandwich or a burger. But there is some thing I am hungry for." Dean whispered into Cas' ear. Dean kissed Cas behind his ear, mouth teasing his earlobe.

"I want you." Dean murmured into his ear. He could almost feel Cas shiver under his hands and hear his heart race. He knew he hit a vain much deeper than a burger ever would, and he relished in that.

"But I haven't gone crazy because I already have you. I'm going crazy because I want more." He whispered seductively and began kissing his neck. Cas' pulse raced and there was a flutter in his chest.

"I love you." Cas whispered gently. Dean pretended to be too involved in Cas' neck to respond. He found Cas' lips and moved quickly, wanting as much Cas as he could possibly get.

"The demon is leaving" Cas breathed. Dean sighed and whispered, "I'm not done with you." into Cas' ear before pulling away and driving off.

Dean followed the demon all the way to a diner on the outskirts of town.

"You want to go over the plan again?" Dean asked Cas, who had divulged in another burger. Cas was silent, staring off into space.

"Hey! Happy meal! The plan" Dean called out to him.

"I take the knife. I go in. I cut the ring off the hand of Famine and I meet you back here." Dean leaned over and kissed Cas once before saying be careful. He felt foolish saying this to him but Cas nodded anyway and was gone the next second. Dean waited for no more than a minute and knew it was taking too long. So he got out of the Impala and found a back way inside the diner. He walked through the kitchen and could see Cas from behind, kneeling on the ground.

"Cas!" He called out in a hushed tone, but he ignored Dean. Two demons came up behind Dean but Dean couldn't keep them off. They pulled him out of the kitchen and past Cas who he finally saw was kneeling on the ground over a giant pan of red meat, shoving it in his face.

"Cas!" he called but he still didn't answer him.

"What did you do to him!" He yelled at Famine.

"Nothing directly. I simply tossed him a bone."

"So this is your big trick? Making people cuckoo for Coco Puffs?" Dean huffed.

"Doesn't take much. I only push. Consume consume, a swarm of locusts. And yet you're all still starving because hunger doesn't just come from the body, it comes from the soul." Famine rasped out in a mere whisper.

"So it doesn't seem to be comin' from mine." Dean said trying to be proud.

"yes. I noticed that. Have you wondered why that is? How you could even walk in my presence?"

"I'd like to think it's because of my strength in character." Dean said sarcastically. Famine rolled closer to Dean and pressed his hand to his stomach. Dean quivered in pain.

"Yes. I see it. That's one deep dark, nothing you've got there Dean. But that angel over there is bringing you back. Before you barely felt anything. But he's reminding you of a time before Hell and before demon blood isn't he? You've gotten yourself something worth holding onto don't you?"

"Don't talk about what I have with Cas. You know nothing."

"I know more than you think Dean. You can lie to yourself Dean but you can't lie to me. I can see how broken you are, how defeated, you can't win and you know it. But you just keep fighting just keep going through the motions. You're not hungry Dean because inside you're dying, but the angel is bringing you back, and that scares you. You love him but you don't want to admit that, because you think it will be harder to lose him if you do. Well you already love him Dean. It will hurt no matter what, but don't you think it will be worse if he dies and you never told him? Stop being selfish Dean and be rational. you're screwed no matter what."

Just then Sam burst through the front door. Dean saw the dried blood around his mouth and Dean's heart sunk.

"Let him go." Sam demanded. Famine turned around in his wheelchair to face Sam.

"Sammy no!" Dean cried outs, upset.

"I see you got my snack I sent." Famine rasped happily. Dean relished in anger, he wanted this bastard dead.

"You sent?" Sam said angry.

"You're not like everyone else! You'll never die from drinking too much. You're the exception. Just the way Satan intended. Cut their throats!" Famine said excitedly motioning to the demons surrounding himself and Dean.

"Sammy No!" Dean called out but Sam stuck out his had anyway and exorcized all four with ease, releasing Dean. Sam continued to exorcise the souls and demons the horseman had consumed which resulted in his death. Dean removed the ring from his finger and put it in his pocket. He looked at Sam sadly but he knew his brother wasn't to blame. He could control himself, it was all Famine's fault.

Dean pulled Cas off the floor near the meat pan and dragged him to the car. He helped him into the backseat before hopping into the driver's side.

"I'm sorry Dean." Cas whispered sadly from the backseat. Dean leaned over the seat and kissed him softly.

"Don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault." Dean leaned back over and noticed the face of self hatred plastered all over Sam.

"You either. This wasn't your fault. I don't blame either of you for anything. But Sammy, I hope you know what we have to do know." Dean said uncomfortable. Sam nodded, eyes filled with realization. So Dean started the drive to Bobby's, a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder.

They took turns keeping watch outside the panic room. It really didn't end up being turns since Cas stayed with Dean constantly. The only time one was alone was when Dean deseparately needed sleep. He hadn't intended on sleeping, down right refused to, but Cas made him, coaxing him to the couch and laying him down. Cas could see the pain in Dean's eyes of having to do this again. At least it wasn't on purpose this time. Castiel thought to himself. He too was proud of Sam for admitting to them he was sick and letting them handcuff him to a sink. If it hadn't been for the attack, things would be fine. Dean woke a few hours later and came back down to the basement. He sat down on the ground and Cas pulled him in close, running his fingers through his hair while Dean cringed at the sounds behind the door.

"At least it wasn't on purpose this time." Cas reassured.

"I think that's why it's worse this time." Dean mumbled sadly. Sam screamed out for the both of them begging for help. Dean closed his eyes and took a swig from the bottle of Jack Daniels as he winced. Cas pulled the bottle out of Dean's hands and kissed his forehead.

"It'll be okay." Cas promised.

"It's not him in there. Not really" Cas reminded him in another attempt to ease the pain.

"I know." Dean mumbled.

"Dean, Sam just has to get it out of his system. He'll be okay."

"I know. I have to go outside." Dean whispered and left Cas behind worrying about him and went out to the Impala.

"Please." Dean whispered towards heaven with tears in his eyes.

"I need some help." he finally admitted. "Please," he whispered again, tears falling down his face, wishing he had stayed in the comfort of Cas' arms.

a/n Sorry this took so long! But it's out now! Yay! So I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading! Don't forget to review! Much love! Tootles. Xoxo.