Sam sat on
the porch for several hours, marveling at the angel’s patience. Castiel had not come looking for him. Curiosity got the better of the man as he
rose and entered the house.
Checking
out the kitchen, the hunter took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and
walked to the rear of the cabin and his brother’s room. He stopped when he heard voices.
“Relax,
Dean. Drink some of this water so you
can swallow this pill.”
“Damn it,
Cas,” came a soft, hoarse voice. “It
hurts.”
“I
know. The fever does not help. Drink this.”
Sam heard
silence for a minute or so.
“Thank
you, Cas. I’m so thirsty.”
“We have
to take it slow, Dean.”
“Why don’t
you just zap me with some of your mojo?”
Sam entered,
“Because he wants me to grow up and understand all there is to know about you.”
Dean’s
flushed face turned towards his brother.
His glazed eyes tried to focus clearly on the figure standing in the
doorway.
“What?”
“I am
going to put an end to the feuding, Dean.
Sam needs to learn you.”
“I don’t
understand.”
“I didn’t expect
you to, Dean,” Sam commented. The young
hunter watch his older brother wince in pain and gasp sharply.
“What the
hell does that mean, Sammy?”
“You can
damn well quit calling me that. I’m not
seven anymore.”
Green eyes
stared up in confusion as he fought to keep his breathing calmed down. Castiel stood up and walked over to the
younger brother. I suggest you go and get
some decent rest.”
Sam turned
and walked out of the room. He heard his
brother speaking softly to the angel.
“What does
he think I did wrong this time, Cas?”
There was fear and sadness in the voice.
Shaking
his head, Sam entered the bedroom nearest to the front of the house. He took a shower, laid down and fell
asleep.
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