Author's note. I intended to update last night but had an emotional break down intead so I am very sorry to anyone who is actually interested in this story. I will attempt to make my updates less erratic.

"Dean, baby, come on. Let me he-" Castiel was cut off by the sound of a bottle breaking. Unsure of where the broken pieces were directed to land, he instantly tensed and went silent.

"Cas, don't fucking start with me. Don't. I am 28 fucking years old and I can do as I damn well fucking please. I can fucking drink. I can fucking cry. I can slit my fucking wrists if I want to!" Dean screamed at his angelic lover. He watched, growing louder everything Cas flinched. The green eyed hunter flung to bottle at the wall, just barely missing the other man's head. Cas dropped to the ground. He knew it would get better soon. It doesn't ever last longer than four or five hours. Three hours of drinking, crying, screaming, and destruction had passed.

"Get out," a voice growled from the back of the room. Cas looked up to see Dean's eyes, Dean's beautiful green eyes, full of hate and anger. Tears dropped to the floor as he crawled from the room and curled up on the pair's bed. His slow tears quickly began heart-wrenching sobs. This- Cas listening to Dean- was new. After a year of the same damn thing every night, he couldn't takAuthore anymore. He hoped the sounds of his sobbing would sober Dean up, even slightly.

"Cas..." a voice ran through Castiel's ears, one he didn't know. He quieted slightly, listening. "Castiel...come find me..." the voice whispered.

"Cas?" Dean's deep voice came from the bathroom. He could no longer hear any sound from their bedroom as Cas had stopped crying in confusion and fear. "Cas, I'm sorry." The Winchester slowly emerged from the bathroom. He stopped when he saw the state of fear his companion was in. Quickly, his eyes scanned the room, sobering up almost instantly at the thought of something being in their home. "Castiel, what's wrong?"