A/N: I own nothing! All rights go to the creators of Supernatural! Okay, so I write one-shots a lot (surprisingly because I don't usually write anything except my own stories) about Supernatural. And I figured, hey, why not put them on here, some are great, some are... Eh. But, it's something to read! So here we go!

(After 9.18 Meta Fiction) Spoilers if you haven't seen any of Season 9, and especially if you haven't seen Meta Fiction.

Sam woke up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. Another nightmare, another sleepless night. Sighing, he swung his feet over the side of his bed and sat up with his hands on his forehead pushing his brown hair back. He wanted to go see Dean, and make sure he was alright, but he couldn't bring himself to go to his older brother. Castiel had told him to keep an eye on him. Sam tried to, but Dean insisted on him leaving him alone. Sam didn't like it, but it left him no choice really. Ever since that damn Mark of Cain Dean had been acting strange, which bothered him immensely. But Dean always insisted that he was alright.

Finally he came to the conclusion he wasn't going to fall back asleep and got out of his bed stiffly, tiredness making his joints ache. He made his way to the kitchen as quietly as he could, which wasn't easy for someone who was barely awake.

He wished Castiel was here to make Dean better, though he wasn't sure if Castiel could fix that. Dean had hardly even seemed bothered that Metatron had taken Castiel. Now that bothered Sam the most, his brother was usually so worried about the angel that it annoyed him, now... Now he couldn't give a rat's ass about their friend. But Castiel was busy, the both knew that. Taking Cas away from the other angels needed to be a life-or-death situation, not an 'I'm worried about him' situation. But Cas had worried about Dean, obviously, or else he wouldn't have made him keep an eye on him.

The kitchen was empty and clean. The emptiness bugged him a little bit, but it was something he was used to. The Men of Letter's bunker was so huge that it was hard to fill every little space with something that made it feel homey. But it made no matter. Sam busily got to work with making pancakes and bacon—something he hoped Dean would enjoy as long as he didn't eat it all himself.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed :) This won't be updated as often or as regularly because of the randomness of my brain. If something does come to mind though, it'll be up as soon as I can get it down :) Thanks for reading. Have a great day!