So I know I should be updating my other story saving a life but I just got this idea and I wouldn't leave me alone so here it is and tell me what you think.

Childish

Dean had been glaring at the cracked ceiling of the motel for the past hour grumbling about stupid angles and birdbrain dicks. Sam would have been more amused if Dean's sour attitude hadn't been going on for the past few days. Frankly Sam was a little more than a bit annoyed at his brother and partially pissed off at an angel.

"Dude, just call him if you're so pissed off at him leaving!" Sam said exasperated at his brother's childishness.

"Cas can do whatever the hell he wants to do Sammy I'm not his goddamn owner." Dean huffed. "Besides, if he wants to be an asshole dickhead then that is up to him."

"You're not still mad about him leaving us stranded at that warehouse are you? Because it was just a ghost Dean, we've handled those before and we didn't even get seriously injured."

"Seriously injured!" Dean shouted as he jumped off the bed in an agitated manner. "You had a concussion and a dislocated shoulder after old Miss. Garland threw you down the stairs!"

"Again we've had worse; this isn't the first time we've gotten hurt on the job, besides it wasn't life-threatening." Sam amended.

"No but it could have been Sam." Dean slowly walked up to look his brother in the eyes. "Cas bailed on us when we could have used his help. He decided that looking for a lead in his crazy quest to find god was more important than us."

Sam was surprised at Dean's answer. Dean was more upset over the fact that Cas did not pick them over his father. "Dean I'm su-."

"No you're not Sam, that's the thing, if I can't trust Cas to have my back on something as simple as this then I'm not sure we should trust him at all."

Sam was left speechless at how Dean felt about Cas now. "Dean I know you're kind of pissed off at Cas right now, so am I but you got to get over this because believe it or not we need Cas's help to stop this apocalypse."

Dean huffed and glared holes into the musty motel room carpet. "Fine but that doesn't mean I got to like it."

Seeing that this was as good of a response as he was going to get, Sam decided it wasn't worth it to start up another argument.

"Why don't we just get some rest and think about this some other time okay." Sam offered pleasingly.

"Yeah let's get some sleep." Dean replied quietly.

The next morning brought an even grumpier Dean and a more annoyed Sam Winchester. Sitting in the impala for the past 6 hours had not helped improve either of their moods. Don't fear the reaper was blaring from the radio and it was beginning to irk Sam even more.

"Dude can we put something else on, you've listened to this song over a million times already." Sam groaned.

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean replied with a smirk gracing his face.

It was a nice turn of events; Sam supposed that if he had to suffer through more of Dean's music to improve his mood than he'll keep his mouth shut for the time-being.

Arriving at Bobby's house unannounced at 3 am was probably not a good idea since the second the door was opened they were splashed with holy water while held at gun point by Bobby's shotgun.

"Bobby calm down it's just us." Dean explained.

"Ya bunch of idjits. What ya couldn't pick up the damn phone and call." Bobby growled.

"Look we're sorry we didn't send a heads up, we were a little busy Bobby." Sam said carefully.

"Where's that angel of yours, could use his help deciphering some Enochian symbols." Bobby asked.

Dean's expression immediately soured and his good mood deteriorated. "He's not my angel. It's not like I have him on a damn leash!" Dean yelled before making his way into the house.

"Well what crawled up his ass and died?" Bobby asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Long story Bobby, but Dean's not exactly happy with Cas right now."

"Understatement of the freaking year." Bobby grumbled. "Now get your ass inside and make sure your idjit brother doesn't break anything."

Sam thought he and Dean got let off easy considering they had probably interrupted Bobby while he was doing some research or sleeping, he really hoped it was the latter.

Going straight to Bobby's guest room Sam hoped he'd find his brother there. His wish was granted as he gazed upon the slumped figure of his brother settled on an old worn-out armchair.

"Hey, Bobby wants to make sure you're not going to destroy any of his things." Sam said humor lacing his every word. It kind of worked seeing as Dean wore a slight smirk as he scoffed good naturedly.

"He's got nothing to worry about, I won't touch his crap." Dean replied.

Hoping that Dean was getting over whatever slump he had been in Sam decided to not ruin the mood by mentioning Castiel. Dean's cellphone seemed to come alive at that very moment startling both of them for a moment before Dean started digging through his pockets to retrieve it.

"Yeah." Dean said as he finally answered his phone. "Who the hell is this?" Dean questioned as he furrowed his brow. Sam couldn't hear the other side of the conversation but he had a good guess as to who it was since Dean's jaw hardened and his fist started clenching uncontrollably. Sam knew his guess was right when Dean abruptly hung up without another word.

There was a few moment of silence before Dean's phone started ringing again. Having become agitated again Dean just threw his cellphone onto the bed furthest away from him and slumping back into the armchair.

Sam crossed the room with a few strides of his long legs and answered the phone for Dean. Cas could be calling for something important after all.

"Hey Cas." Sam was a little surprised that instead of Cas's usual gruff voice a noticeably more younger voice answered.

"Sam I am in need of assistance." The voice said after a moment of hesitation.

Well that settled the matter of who was on the other end because Sam only knew one person who would speak like that.

"Cas is that you?" Sam asked disbelief clouding his words.

"I am Castiel and I require your assistance." The monotone voice answered.

"Uum… yeah Cas what do you need?" Sam asked questioningly.

"I am in need of transportation." Cas answered in the Same creepy monotone voice.

"Do you need me to come get you?" Sam asked not quite sure if this is what the angel was asking.

"Yes." Cas responded after a few seconds of silence. "I need you to come get me." Cas said awkwardly repeating Sam's words.

"Why can't you just teleport here." Sam asked curiously.

There was what could have been a sigh before Cas responded.

"Both you and Dean are hidden from all angels including me, and I am also what you would say out of mojo." Cas admitted with what sounded like guilt.

"Oh no worries Cas, just tell me where you are and we'll come get you." Sam said earnestly. "I'll see how fast we can get to you."

"I am in mercy hospital in South Dakota somewhere near where your friend Bobby lives. I was on my way there before … this happened." Cas answered.

Sam let out a huff of breath he didn't even know he was holding in after he found out that he wouldn't have to travel halfway across the country just to reach Cas."You're about 20 minutes away from where we are now Cas we're coming to get you right now." Sam explained.

"Thank you."

Sam was slightly taken aback by the angel's gratitude not even expecting to be acknowledged. "Sure buddy just hang tight we're on our way."

"What is it that I am supposed to be holding on to?" Cas questioned curiosity lacing his words.

"It's a figure of- you know what never mind just stay there Cas."

"It is not as if I have any other choice." Cas admitted, and if Sam wasn't so sure he was an angel and had no knowledge of human customs, he would have accused Cas of using sarcasm.

"Gotta go Cas I'll see you in a bit."

"Good bye Sam Winchester."

Tossing the phone back at his scowling owners lap he started pulling his coat on.

"Dean we have to go get Cas he's in a hospital near here. Whatever pissing contest you've got going on is going to have to be put on hold because Cas is in a hospital and he needs our help."

Dean looked as though he was mulling it over before he finally decided on standing up and pulling on his own jacket. "Fine we'll go get him, but that doesn't mean I have to like it."

Sighing in relief at how compliant Dean was being all Sam did was nod before making his way outside to the impala closely followed by Dean.

The ride to the hospital didn't even take 10 minutes because of how fast Dean was driving and for once Sam didn't try to tell Dean off because of his speeding.

Approaching the nurses' station was a little more difficult seeing as they had no idea how Cas was even registered into the hospital.

An old nurse with a stern face looked up from her computer as they approached.

"How can I help you gentlemen?" she said in a polite no nonsense tone.

Seeing as Dean was not about to say anything Sam stepped forward giving her what he hoped was a polite smile.

"Uuuh… yeah our friend called us from here and told us he needed help getting home. "Sam said hesitantly hoping she wouldn't ask too many questions as to who they were. It seems he didn't have to worry because she just turned back to the computer impatiently waiting for him to say something.

"Name." she asked sternly.

"Oh, his name is Castiel, but we're not sure if that's who he's been registered as." Sam finished lamely.

It seems he didn't have to be more specific because the nurse's eyes seemed to light up in recognition.

"You are friends with Castiel?" she asked skeptically.

"Yeah he's a buddy of ours." Sam said hoping he was convincing enough.

Her sharp eyes turned towards Dean as she seemed to be assessing him.

"Yeah, we're friends with him." Dean said with his most charmingly innocent smile.

The nurse seemed to be contemplating it before she finally sighed and looked both of them over.

"If you are friends of his please make sure he gets home okay, poor thing came in bleeding all over the place yelling at us to let him go. We had to sedate him just so he would stop hurting himself with how hard he was thrashing. Don't say anything that could upset him because I will have you thrown out." She said protectively.

"We won't try to agitate him miss, we just want to take him home." Sam said effectively hiding the surprise he felt of knowing about Cas's injuries.

She looked over at Dean before he grumbled in agreement.

"He's in room 203 through those doors." She said while pointing at a pair of blue double doors. "I'll ready the paperwork you'll need to take him home."

"Thank you." Sam said graciously.

She nodded and turned back to her computer and let them be.

Quickly striding over through the double doors Dean and Sam were immediately hit with the smell of disinfectant. Taking a look around they noticed the bright colorful caricatures on the walls and the ocCasional child shuffling through the hallways. They were in the pediatric ward. Deciding not to dwell on that small fact both Dean and Sam made the trek across the linoleum floor towards the rooms in the triple digits.

"189…195...198." Sam murmured to himself as they passed each door number.

Finally they arrived at 203 where they heard quite a commotion behind the door.

"I am an angel of the lord I do not require your assistance." Came the frantic voice of a youth swiftly followed by a loud bang.

"Honey all I'm trying to do is give you a little something to help you sleep better at night okay. If you don't let me treat you I'm going to need to bring in some more nurses so we could restrain and sedate you again. I don't want to have to do it but if you keep hurting yourself I'll have no choice." A nurse said in a forcefully calm voice.

Having heard enough of what was going on they opened the door to find a young nurse trying to coax a kid in a hospital gown out of a corner where he had pushed his knees into his chest. The nurse had heard them come in and immediately turned to stare at them.

"You shouldn't be here right now, it could be dangerous." She said in a way that was obviously a dismissal." Who are you anyway?"

"We're family." Dean said surprising himself more than Sam.

Hearing that Sam and Dean were within the Same vicinity Cas slowly raised his head showing off his sparkling blue eyes that seemed wet with moisture.

"Dean?" Cas questioned in a voice that was a lot higher than his normal register and not nearly as composed.

Striding over to the kid both Sam and Dean made sure to give the nurse a look that said that the only one being dismissed was her. Kneeling down towards Cas's position Dean reached out and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"What happened to you man." Dean said as he gazed upon the now child angel.

"I … I-I." for the first time since Dean had met the angel this was the first time he showed so much raw emotion as tears trailed down his face. "I-I… uuumm…- I think I am… falling." He said as he bowed his head as if in shame.

Dean would tell anyone to his dying day that the only reason he grabbed Cas and held him tight was because he was a crying child. In reality it was because he couldn't bring himself to see his seemingly always composed and emotionless friend break down.

"I don't understand what's happening to me… why this vessel is crying?" Cas hiccupped.

Sam's eyes widened at the scene of his brother holding an angel close to his chest while he murmured soothing things into his ear. Only moments before, Dean had been pissed off at Cas and now he was coddling him. There was something about watching an angel like Castiel fall and become so utterly… human that just resonated deep in his heart.

Breaking out of his minor stupor Sam turned his gaze towards the shaking angel's face. The 5 O'clock shadow he always dawned was gone replaced with baby smooth cheeks, stained with a couple of scrapes and bruises. His hair seemed to have grown a few inches making his usual bed head look even wilder. The only thing that hadn't changed was his eyes. His vessel might now be stuck looking like a six year old but those blue orbs gave everything away. The wisdom in those eyes was still there, as was the horrors they had seen. The eyes are the window to the soul and that could not have been truer in Cas's Case.

"Hey if Castiel really has fallen, then why is he stuck in a child's body?" Sam observed.

The silence that followed after asking the question seemed to stretch forever making Sam almost regret asking.

"I was the last angel before our father stopped creating us." Cas said simply.

Dean looked up at Sam with confusion swirling in his eyes. He could see Sam mouthing, I don't know, while Cas remained silent once again.

"Care to elaborate Cas." Dean said impatience coloring his words.

Untangling himself from Deans arms Cas pushed his knees back up into his chest and lay his head on the wall. "I am essentially the youngest angel in heaven Dean. Since I am… currently out of commission, I could no longer take control of Jimmy Novak's body, but since I cannot be sent back to heaven I was placed in the closest form I could take in accordance to my age."Cas replied almost emotionlessly.

Dean and Sam were obviously perplexed and turned to look at each other as though hoping the other had understood. Sam seemed to catch on faster than Dean as he slowly approached Cas and mimicked Dean's position on the floor.

"Cas you're telling us that you are the same age as a human child in your angel form?" Sam asked questioningly.

"That is exactly what I am saying." Cas said with a tone that obviously seemed to infer that Sam had asked a stupid question.

Dean had been silent throughout Sam and Cas's exchange of words. Anger was coursing through his veins as he stood up unintentionally towering over Cas's hunched figure.

"So you mean to tell me all this time you've been lying to us!" Dean yelled. "Did you just forget to mention that you were a child Cas!"

"I did not deem it of import." Cas murmured quietly as his tear tracked face gazed at his knees.

"No you never tell us anything, I thought you were thousands of years old!"

"I am, thousands of years old! Thousands of human years old!" Cas yelled as he stood glaring up at Dean. "I never lied to any of you, you just assumed that I was older based on the appearance of Jimmy Novak." Cas shouted as he stepped back and leaned against the wall. "I did not think that you would take me seriously if I told you of my age." Cas said as he visibly calmed down.

"Cas, I'm sorry man, I wasn't really mad at you I was just mad at the fact that a child has been fighting in this war against the apocalypse." Dean said placatingly.

Cas bristled in anger as he looked up at Dean." My being a child did not make me any less of a valuable asset. Just because I am a child does not mean I was not willing to give my life for your cause, which I have already done." Cas argued.

Not wanting another argument to break out Sam immediately stood up. "Look we'll try to figure everything out once we get back to Bobby's, but right now we have to focus on getting out of here without the nurses getting even more suspicious if they haven't already heard all the yelling you two were doing." Sam reprimanded, trying to take control of the situation.

Castiel looked visibly cowed at Sam's reprimand while Dean looked miffed at being told what to do, especially since his brother was right. Quickly looking Cas over Sam noticed the white bandages across Cas's chest where his gown had opened during his shouting match with Dean.

"Cas on a scale of one to ten how badly are you hurt." Sam said.

"I do not understand what you are asking. Is it another human custom I am not aware of?" Cas asked furrowing his brow and tilting his head to the side.

The motion was just so Castiel like that Sam didn't have the heart to be impatient with him." It's just a way of measuring how hurt you are with ten being how it hurt when Raphael killed you and one being a small scrape." Sam said as he looked over a few more of Castiel's injuries, predominantly the black eye he was sporting and the way the way he seemed to be favoring his left leg and leaning heavily against the wall.

"…Two?" Cas hesitantly answered.

Sam looked at him in a way that clearly said he didn't believe him, but didn't call him on it." Okay, do you have any clothes that you can change into so we can take you to Bobby's?" Sam asked.

Cas seemed to realize at that moment that he wasn't wearing anything other than a thin hospital gown that only reached a little farther than his knees. Cas's cheeks grew a faint dust of pink as he tightened the gown closer to his body, effectively blocking the bandages on his chest from view.

"My clothing have been… destroyed by those you call healers." Cas said after thinking about the right way to phrase it.

"Uuum okay, I'm going to make a quick stop at Wal-Mart to get him some clothes while you sign him out Dean." Sam said as he headed towards the door, before hesitating and turning hallway around. "Just don't kill each other okay."

Dean huffed at Sam's words while Cas just looked confused.

"I would not hurt either of you." Cas said monotonously as he once again furrowed his brow.

"Yeah… just don't yell at each other okay. I'll be back in an hour." Sam said caught off guard by Cas's response.

If spending time with Castiel before was weird before, now that Dean knew he was a child it was just plain awkward. Dean found himself floundering with something to say to fill the awkward tension in the room.

"So…?" Dean said as Cas turned his gaze towards him. "You don't have any angel mojo left in you at all." Dean asked immediately cringing at his phrasing.

"I can still feel a portion of my grace… I am just not able to access my full potential." Cas said as he looked away from Dean's eyes.

"So no more of your teleportation mojo or most of your powers." Dean stated. "What can you still do?' Dean asked once again after rephrasing the question.

"If you are worried that I would stop fighting against Lucifer, then you are mistaken." Cas said with an expression of steel that just didn't sit right with Dean since it was coming from a child.

Quickly backtracking Dean held his hands up into the universal sign for meaning no harm. "Whoa Cas, I wasn't questioning whether you would keep fighting or not. I was just wondering how much protection you still had left. I don't want you to get hurt Cas" Dean finally said, almost flinching at how sappy he sounded.

"Oh…." Cas murmured, surprised at Dean's answer. "Flying is not completely out of the question since I can still feel my wings; my vessel is just too… weak to actually try." Cas admitted with some hesitancy.

"Is that it or-."

"I can still sense a few things… as well as heal to a much smaller degree than normal." Cas said interrupting the rest of Dean's sentence. Cas's eyes were drooping and he was beginning to sway on the spot.

"Okay buddy, just lay back down while I try to check you out of here." Dean said as he led the yawning angel back to his hospital bed. Carefully making sure Cas had gotten into bed without agitating his wounds any further. "Just sleep while I figure everything out."

"I do not require sleep." Cas slurred with fatigue. His eyes betraying him as he tried to keep them open.

Dean watched as Cas's eyes slowly closed and his breathing evened out. He looked so innocent sleeping that Dean couldn't help but press a kiss to his temple. Immediately making sure nobody had been around to see him, before slowly making his way out of the room towards the front desk. He was really hoping filling out the paperwork would be easy. Since when was anything easy for the Winchesters.

Going into a the kids department at Wal-Mart without a kid was probably one of the worst moments of Sam's life, right below when Dean went to hell. Sucking up his pride Sam made his way into the chaos that was the boys section. Kids were running and screaming between aisles of clothing (despite it being almost four in the morning), and there was the ocCasional sound of crying babies and frantic mothers trying to control their kids.

Letting out a huff of breath Sam began looking for some pants that might fit Cas. Coming to the full realization that he had no idea what size Cas was he decided to grab four pairs of pants remembering how small Cas looked, as well as a belt in Case they ended up a bit big on him. Quickly putting them in his cart he added three pairs of shorts before moving on to the shirts. Sam had no idea what Cas would like so he decided on getting him three plain t-shirts in various colors and two plaid long-sleeved oxford shirts. A red hoodie with a picture of fire breathing dragon and a green one with a wise looking owl on the front also made it in the cart. Some plaid blue pajama pants also made it into the cart.

Deciding that he should just get it over with, Sam ventured into the underwear aisle. Deciding that he wasn't going to be mean enough to buy Cas some cartoony underwear just to embarrass him (the way Dean would have), Sam ended up just tossing in some plain black boxer briefs and some socks. He decided that getting Cas a pair of Black flip-flops would be a safer bet than trying to guess his shoe size. Besides he could always come back with Cas later.

Making sure that he had everything Cas was going to need, Sam began making his way out of the store. He came to a complete stop as he passed the toys aisles. He settled on just getting Cas a few things like a sketchbook, some crayons, a puzzle, art pencils, 3 board games, a deck of cards, and a fluffy black stuffed cat. Okay maybe he was spoiling the kid a little, but come on this was the least Cas deserved after having already died for them.

The Cashier gave him a weird look as she scanned all of items. Sam gave her a sheepish smile as she bagged his things. Handing over a credit card with the name Tyler Brooks to cover the cost (he felt a little bad after looking at the receipt).

Tucking his purchases in the backseat of the impala Sam made his way back to the hospital really hoping Cas and Dean hadn't made things worse.

Dean didn't know how many times he had filled out the Same useless information. He'd lost count after the 5th time. Paying for Cas's medical expenses was hard enough since he was down to his last credit card and now he was getting increasingly frustrated with this damn paperwork.

Wiping his eyes in frustration he spent the next ten minutes staring at a wall. Slumping down further in his seat Dean decided that the headache he was starting to get would be worth it once he and Sam got Cas out of here.

Finally finishing the last page of the release forms Dean made his way to the nurses' station.

"Uuumm… yeah I signed these things, can I take the kid home now." Dean said awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

The nurse from before was back as she looked over the paperwork." Everything looks fine. I'll get to prescribe you some painkillers that you should give him twice a day." She said as she passed the paperwork to a much younger lady on the phone.

"Yeah I'll do that." Dean said as he walked away towards Castiel's room.

Pulling up an uncomfortable looking chair, Dean sat at Cas's bedside as he slept. Cas's face seemed to be scrunched up in pain and Dean had half a mind to wake him up before deciding that the kid should get some rest. He settled for taking his hand and stroking his fingers soothingly across his palms. Cas seemed to relax a little as his hand unconsciously tightened around his.

That's how the found them as he entered the room.

Turning at the sound of shoes on the tile floor Dean met the gaze of a middle aged man with auburn hair streaked with grey. Hesitantly letting go of Cas's hand, Dean stood from the uncomfortable chair and walked towards the doctor.

"Hey doc I was told you have a prescription to give me." Dean said with a charismatic smile.

Looking him up and down the doctor replied "I don't believe we have met Mr…"

"Henson- Dean Henson." Dean interrupted, using the name that had been on the credit card.

"Yes Mr. Henson I would like to know what relation you have to my patient." asked with a furrowed brow.

Huffing in impatience Dean pulled out one of his many fake ID's. "I'm Dean Henson and that's my baby bro over there." Dean said as cocked his head in Cas's direction.

Visibly relaxing the handed him the Cas's prescription. "I'm sorry for doubting you Mr. Henson I was just making sure you weren't some stranger intending on kidnapping one of my patients." said with a small smile.

"Of course I understand." Dean replied, relieved that things had gone more smoothly than planned.

"As of right now Castiel is completely discharged from the hospital. Someone will be sent to wheel him out. I'm sorry Mr. Henson, it is hospital policy." He said as Dean looked like he was going to protest.

"Of course Dr. Westmon." Dean said placatingly as he grinded his teeth.

"Just page the nurse when you're ready and Castiel will be wheeled out and ready to go." Dr. Westmon said taking his leave.

Pulling out his cellphone as the doctor left Dean quickly dialed Sam's number.

After two rings Sam picked up." Hey I'm on my way I'll be there in two minutes." Sam said over the sound of cars honking.

"Hurry up Sammy, they're already sending up a wheelchair and I need you to bring Cas his clothes." Dean practically growled.

"Dude calm down I'll be there soon okay." Sam huffed.

"See you then." Dean said before hanging up.

Sam walked in three minutes later carrying a bag that contained a pair of pajama pants, some underwear, a blue t-shirt and the black flip-flops. Looking up apologetically at Dean before gesturing towards Cas's bed.

Turning back towards Cas's sleeping form Dean looked at the dark bags under his eyes and regretted what he was about to do. Taking hold of Cas's thin shoulder Dean gently shook him trying to get him to wake up. Bleary blue eyes stared up at him as he reached out to shake Cas again.

"Hey Cas we're gonna have to leave in a sec, I need you to wake up for me so you can change and then we'll head to Bobby's." Dean told Cas.

Cas seemed to be trying to fight against sleep as he struggled to do as Dean told him. Sluggishly kicking off the hospital sheets he started to slowly stand, with some help from Dean.

"Do you want me to help him get changed?" Sam offered hesitantly.

"Sure, I have to page the nurses that were ready to leave any way." Dean said as he tried to suppress another headache that was forming.

Sam crossed the room and took Cas's small hand into his own and guided him towards the small bathroom in the corner of the room.

The second the door closed Sam turned to face Cas's swaying form." Hey Cas you need to get changed." He said repeating Dean's words from earlier. Not wanting to invade the angel's privacy more than he already had, Sam turned around while he changed into his clothes.

A small yelp followed by a thud made Sam quickly turn around. Lying on the floor clutching his abdomen with nothing but a pair of boxers and pajama pants halfway up his thighs, Cas was a pitiful sight to behold. Quickly helping Cas up while murmuring soothing words of comfort, he proceeded to help the angel finish dressing without disturbing any more of his injuries.

Looking up to see Cas's face Sam was surprised to see a faint blush covering his cheeks.

"Thank you." The angel mumbled not quite meeting his gaze.

"No problem that's what friends are for right?" Sam said casually.

Cas finally met his gaze and tilted his head in confusion." I wouldn't know." He admitted bluntly.

Sam felt his heart break at Cas's blunt answer. Swallowing down all the comforting words he wished to say. "Well, I'm your friend, and this is what friends do for each other." Sam said as he managed a small smile.

Cas seemed to contemplate his answer before slowly nodding in understanding.

"How about we go see how Dean's doing?" Sam asked. He waited for Cas to nod before slowly starting to make his way out of the bathroom. The feeling of Cas's soft hand against his own callused one surprised him. He looked down at Castiel's questionably hopeful eyes. Sam didn't even hesitate before taking Cas's hand and lightly squeezing it.

Dean wondered what was taking Sam and Cas so long. They'd been in the bathroom for over 5 minutes and besides the small yelp he had heard before everything was silent. Not even a second after he thought of checking if everything was okay, did his Sasquatch of a brother appear in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow at their linked hands that Sam completely ignored.

Kneeling down towards Cas's height Dean asked. "Hey Cas, how's about we blow this joint."

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