Dean jumped up and ran down the hall to the bathroom. He didn't know why Cas wanted him to check on Gabe, but realized it must be important.

"Gabe?!" He tried opening the door, of course finding it locked.

"Gabriel!"

"Go away, Dean..."

Dean shook his head. He gathered up all his strength and kicked up the bathroom door.

"Ga-! Gabe?"

Gabe looked up quickly, blade falling from his hand. "DEAN!!"

Dean stared in shock at him. "W-Why?" He went over to Gabe and squatted in front of him.

Gabe's lip trembled, partially from pain and from being discovered.

"Gabriel, please tell me, why?"

"I... It's my fault, Dean..."

"What is?"

"Jackson getting sick... It's all my fault..."

"Gabe, that is not your fault. It's a coincidence that Jackson got a stomach virus after the cookies. There's no way that it's your fault."

Gabe sniffled and nodded. He looked down at his bleeding arm.

"Come on... I'll help you clean up."

Dean picked up the blade and put it in his pocket before helping Gabe up and over to the sink. He turned on the cold water. "It's gonna sting."

Gabe nodded again and Dean pulled his arm under the sink. Gabe let out a small whimper of pain.

"I know... I'm sorry.."

After Dean finished cleaning and wrapping Gabe's arm, he walked Gabe out the bathroom and to their bedroom.

"Dean... I'm sorry..."

"Gabe, I'm not gonna say it's OK, because you should never do that to yourself. If you ever feel this low again, come to me and I'll help you. Not to this blade. Understand?"

"I understand..."

"Good. Now rest."

Dean kissed Gabe's head and watched as he slowly drifted off.

'I'll always take care of you, Gabriel. I love you.'