I don't have much inspiration at the moment, which is why I haven't been writing, so sorry about that! I've been doing my Supernatural Season rewatches (in which I don't go to bed till like 4am) recently and I was watching Season 5 last night and on the topic of Protective!Sam, I decided that Sam really wasn't happy with Cas when he brought Dean back beat up, whatever the reason... so let's try for a easy missing scene to give me writing motivation! Please review, it really encourages me (and I hope to update Hannah soon btw). Enjoy!

"Bobby... what do you mean, Adam's gone?"

Sam tried to keep his voice level and reasonable as he paced, but he was pretty pissed. Cas was banished, Dean had run away, and now Adam had disappeared. Admittedly, it wasn't looking good for them to come up with some plan that was meant to involve said missing people.

"Should I say it in Spanish?" Bobby replied sarcastically, feeling that he couldn't really be yelled at for someone disappearing in front of him.

Unamused, Sam half-glared at him, pausing in his pacing. "Gone how?" He ran a hand frustratedly through his hair. "What the hell, Bobby?!"

"Watch your tone, boy!" Bobby warned; Sam sighed minutely and looked away for a minute, knowing that he did need to calm himself slightly. "He was right in front of me, and he vanished into thin air."

Sam frowned at the description, but didn't have time to dwell on it, because suddenly the papers on the table blew around, signifying the arrival of an angel. Sam and Bobby automatically turned to look, and the younger hunter had to admit that he didn't like the sight that greeted him.

"Because the angels took him," Cas said, staring intently at them. However, Sam was more bothered about what had happened to his brother. Dean was being held up by Cas and it looked as though he had been pretty beaten.

"What the hell happened to him?" Sam asked warily, taking a step towards them, kind of unsure whether to look after Dean or threaten Cas first. Because no matter what Dean had done - although it was pretty clear it had gotten Cas very pissed - it was unacceptable to hurt Sam's brother. And Castiel would clearly have to be soon reminded that that rule applied to him too.

Cas stood there for a moment longer, perhaps feeling the tension in the room escalate. "Me," he eventually replied, and turned around, dragging Dean over to the side window bed and dropping him on it, before turning back to the other two hunters again.

Sam glanced at Dean then narrowed his eyes at the angel, disrupted in his non-verbal warning by Bobby saying, "what do you mean the angels found him? You branded his ribs, didn't you?"

"Yes. Adam must have tipped them," Cas confirmed.

"How?"

"I don't know. Maybe in a dream."

"Well, where would they have taken him?" Sam interrupted, having an idea about that too.

Cas frowned in thought for a moment, then sighed, realising. "The Beautiful Room," he stated, as if that explained everything.

Sam and Bobby exchanged glances and a shrug, and looked back at Cas.

"What's that? An angel panic room or something?" Bobby guessed.

Cas considered, and nodded. "Well, yes. It's a room that only the angels can access. No one can escape from it," he added helpfully. "Zachariah put Dean in there to stop him from stopping Sam from freeing Lucifer, and I took him out of it in the end," he explained.

Glancing over at said hunter, who was deeply unconscious and looking pretty much worse for wear, Cas sighed and looked down, at least having the grace to look slightly regretful about his anger under Sam's gaze.

"I have to admit I lost my temper with Dean," the angel admitted, again glancing at the beat up hunter. "He was summoning Michael when I found him, though that was the reason I did."

"Yes, and what exactly did you do then?" Sam asked, his voice suddenly cold. Cas looked up, slightly confused, in time to see Bobby wince and look away, knowing what was coming. Sam was glaring at him now, hostile and protective, and Cas realised his mistake.

He was an angel, despite somewhat fallen, and he could kill anything. Supernatural monsters were afraid of him, and angels have no need of fear of others. But with Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood, fallen from grace and had unintentionally started the apocalypse, hell bent on killing Lucifer without losing his family; with this man looking at him with such contained anger, Castiel, Angel of the Lord, suddenly realised he was afraid.

"Well..." Cas said slowly, wondering how best to explain exactly what had driven him to beating Dean to almost unconsciousness. He knew now nothing he could say would be adequate; nothing he could say would be acceptable.

Nevertheless, he settled for the brief truth. "My anger got the better of me, seeing Dean just give up, after everything. I stopped the prayer, and dragged him into a nearby alley and, unfortunately, beat him. When he was on the ground, he then told me to 'just do it'; referring to killing him. However, although I of course possess the power and anger to do so, it was what I had come to stop him doing. Instead, I touched his shoulder and knocked him unconscious for a few hours."

Cas expected shouting and perhaps violence - like the kind anyone got if they screwed with Sam on Dean's watch - but Sam just sighed and glanced away. "Great," he muttered, throwing up his hands.

Bobby glanced at Dean, then at Sam. "Need anything else other than warm water and a towel?" he asked, knowing that even though Sam hadn't checked Dean over yet, he would still know what he needed to look after him and clean him up.

Sam swept a critical gaze over Dean, then glanced at Bobby. "No, that should be fine," he replied. Bobby nodded cautiously, knowing what was going to happen when he left the room. Wincing at the thought, he glanced briefly at Castiel, in case he never saw him again after this, and rolled his chair to the kitchen.

And Sam turned to Cas.

As he took a step forward, the angel almost took an involuntary step backwards in response, but reminded himself that technically Sam couldn't do anything to him, and stood his ground.

Sam sighed, as if he didn't really want to do this, but it was mandatory. Which it was, of course.

"Look, Cas, I know why you did it, trust me, I'm angry at Dean too, but..." He took another step and suddenly he was in front of the angel, towering over him and making Castiel feel very small. While he was still more powerful than this human, Cas knew that he had hurt Dean and that was not acceptable. And now he must endured the wrath as punishment.

Sam raised his voice slightly, to a very dangerous quiet tone. "If you ever touch my brother like that again - I. Will. Hunt. You. Down." He took hold of Castiel's trenchcoat and stared at the angel's eyes with a fire in his own. "Understand?"

Speechless, Cas just nodded. Sam Winchester was not a force to be reckoned with. At the moment, the angel kind of needed to be alive, and answering back right then may of changed that prospect.

Sam stood there for a second more, and then abruptly stepped back, and immediately turned to Dean, the angel dismissed.

Stunned, Cas stood there for a minute, watching Sam kneel down beside his brother and carefully, with practiced hands, check Dean over; gently skimming over his body, feeling for breaks, briefly checking for fever on his forehead, thumbing the cuts on his face to make sure they weren't too deep.

After a couple of silent minutes, Sam nodded his finish and stood up, glanced back at Castiel again with a withering look. "As much as I don't want you even near him right now, it would be more practical if you put him in the panic room, instead of me carrying him," Sam told the angel, eyes warning that if he made even the slightest different move to Dean, he would be the one on the floor.

So Cas just nodded again, and cautiously moved forward, touching two fingers to Dean's forehead. He vanished, and Sam gave the angel a cursory nod in response, then left the room, effectively dismissing Castiel as important. As in hunting, once the threat was no more, his priority now was his brother.

The angel just stood in the middle of the room, and found himself thinking how bright Sam and Dean's souls were together. And he almost wished his brothers would care for him in such a way as the two human prodigies. And thus, Castiel hung his head at his doing, shamed to his grace by none less than Sam Winchester.

Sam sighed as he walked through the kitchen on his way downstairs, to collect the water and towel. It was all he really needed to take care of his brother, but he almost smiled at the whisky that had been placed beside it. Yeah, that would help too.

He picked up the bowl of warm water and towel in one hand, and tucked the whisky under his arm. Disinfectant, of course, the hunter way. Then he turned around to see Bobby.

"Okay, see if Cas can find out where this room is," he instructed. Bobby nodded, knowing that now Sam wasn't going to move from Dean's side until he was satisfied with his brother's condition.

"Wait," Bobby called as Sam turned to leave. Sam glanced back, questioning. "You can't seriously be thinking about taking Dean there?" Bobby asked uneasily.

Sam sighed, and turned to leave, returning over his shoulder, "I'll just talk to him."

Bobby sighed, watching the boy leave. There wasn't a damn thing in hell that could stop those boys if the other was threatened.

I was going to write more but you know, I might leave it there for now... If you think it's good, I'd be pleased to write a second chapter about Sam looking after Dean until he wakes up. Please review :)