"Cas, how is Sam doing?" Dean asked as the angel appeared in his room.

"Not well, he's planning on killing himself," Cas explained.

"What? How?" Dean asked.

"I don't know yet. I overheard him when he was speaking to Jess and Mary."

"I'll talk to him, convince him that his dying would just make everything worse. If that doesn't work, then I'll lock him in the basement until this bout of depression passes," Dean stated as he headed for his bedroom door.

"Wait, confronting your brother right now will just make everything worse. If he knows that we are onto him, then he'll just leave, disappear."

"What do you suggest that we do then? Sammy's struggling and I won't leave him alone in the darkness."

"I've merged my mind with Sam's. I won't rest until I learn what he is planning, even if I have to read every damn book in his mind's library," Cas stated.

The knock on the door interrupted the conversation.

"Come in," Dean called out as he tried his best to keep the anger from the tone of his voice.

"I stopped by and grabbed this for you on the way home," Sam stated as he handed him a bag of food. It had a burger, fries, and a slice of Apple Pie.

"Thanks, Sammy, how was the drive?" Dean asked.

"It was good. I'm tired though, so I think I'm going to head to bed."

"Hold up, I think I'll watch over you tonight," Cas stated.

"Don't you want to stay with Dean?" Sam asked as he looked at Cas suspiciously.

"Not tonight, Dean and I are fighting," Cas lied.

"About what?" Sam asked as he looked at Dean.

"I'm still mad at him for taking you to Lucifer to be healed," Dean stated.

"Dean, Cas did what he thought was right," Sam replied.

"I know…I need some time apart from him," Dean stated.

"Ok, I'll see you in the morning," Sam replied and then he headed to his room with Cas.

XOXOXO

Lucifer walked down the streets of the city. He felt overwhelmed by all the noise and flashing lights. He missed his powers. He found himself snapping his fingers anytime a stranger would bump into him without apologizing, only to remember, that he had no powers, nothing to set him apart from the other cockroaches that made up the human race. It started to rain, which made him feel cold and damp. He looked across the street and saw a bunch of people standing in line. He was curious so he joined them. When he got to the front there was a table set up. The lady handed him an umbrella, blanket, and bag of food.

"What is this for?" Lucifer asked.

"We volunteer to help those who are struggling. The blanket will keep you warm, the umbrella will keep you dry and the food will keep you sustained," she answered.

"I don't have any money to give," Lucifer stated.

"It's okay, it's free."

"Nothing in life is free. If you don't want money, then what do you want?" He asked as he looked to her for answers.

"I don't want anything except to help you," the lady said as she smiled at him.

Lucifer found himself smiling back at her in return. What an odd creature she was, perhaps his brother Gabriel was right after all and there had been something that he had missed about human beings.

"Do you have anywhere safe to sleep tonight?" She asked.

He was about to tell her that he didn't need to sleep but then remembered that he was much or less human without his powers. He could show up at Gabriel's but that would defeat the purpose of this experiment. "No, I guess I don't," he finally answered her.

"There's a homeless center a few blocks to the East, that has a few empty beds. If that fills up then St. Matthew's church usually keeps their doors open," she explained.

"Thank you," he answered her. He took the belongings that the lady had given him and walked towards the homeless center.

XOXOXO

"Dean, I found a hunt that we could go on," Sam stated as he entered the living room. Dean was on the couch watching some medical soap opera.

"Maybe, we should take the week off," Dean responded. He didn't want to put weapons in his brother's hands if he was feeling suicidal.

"What for?" Sam asked.

"I just got home and I thought that I could acclimate myself," Dean lied.

"Come on Dean, you love to hunt and this one should be easy," Sam stated.

"I said not this week Sammy," Dean said focusing his attention back to the television. Dr. Sexy had just entered the operating room, where he was the only one who could remove the stage four brain tumor.

"Is this Dr. Sexy MD?" Sam asked.

"I think so…I don't know…I don't watch this show," Dean lied.

"Then you don't mind if I change the channel or turn it off so we can talk about the hunt," Sam said as he grabbed the remote from the coffee table.

"There's nothing to discuss because we're not going," Dean said as he tried to take the remote back from Sam.

When Dean touched the remote electrical currents zapped him and Sam and then they were no longer in Bobby's living room but in a hospital.

"What happened? Where are we?" Sam asked.

"That's Nurse Ellen, Dr. Sexy's off-and-on again girlfriend," Dean stated as he pointed to a nurse walking his way.

"Dr, there's a problem in O.R. Seven that only you can assist with," she stated.

Dean looked behind him, but there was no one there.

"Me?" He asked.

"Of course Dr, they need you."

"He's not a Doctor," Sam stated.

"I know that he isn't as skilled as you are with his hands, but he's doing the best that he can," the nurse said.

"You killed my daughter," someone shouted and then there was a loud noise and then Dean was on the ground bleeding.

"Dr, I know that you were mad that he slept with your wife Madison, but he was your best friend at one point…you have to save him," the nurse stated.

"I'm not a Doctor," Sam tried to explain.

"You can't doubt your skills, I've seen the things that you can do with your hands," the nurse said as she grabbed his hands.

Sam wasn't quite sure what was going on, but it seemed that he and Dean had gotten stuck in the television. He wasn't a Doctor but he had removed a bullet or two when they had gotten injured on hunts. Dean was bleeding and had been shot in the arm. He would need to play the part and hope that he could help Dean.

The next thing he knew, he was in an operating room. He had no idea how he had gotten there, Dean was on the table. He picked up the knife and began to cut, hoping that he would be able to remove the bullet. He located it and removed the bullet and then stitched up the wound on Dean's arm,

"I knew you could save him," the nurse stated and then she kissed him.