"How's Castiel doing?" Rufus asked, pulling Dean out of his daydream as he stared down at the engine of the car he was working on. He let out a sigh, glancing back at his boss who was watching him curiously.

"He's doing better, but he doesn't seem to be sleeping." Dean replied, rubbing at the stubble on his cheek with a soft sigh. It had been a week since Castiel's 'episode' and he was really starting to worry for the boy.

"Well, maybe his medicine is taking its toll on him. That can't be the healthiest thing for his body." Rufus commented, wiping sweat from his brow, "He probably feels like hell."

"I know Rufus, but it makes me worry." Dean replied, turning his eyes back to the vehicle and leaning on it, staring at the engine. What should have been a quick hour job had stretched into three, and he was getting frustrated at not knowing what was wrong with it.

"You really care about him, don't you?" Rufus finally said after a moment, making Dean glance back at him. The Winchester felt his face grow red and he looked down at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Is it that obvious?" Dean mumbled, feeling his hands tightened their grip on the side of the car, sitting on the edge. Rufus nodded, wiping his hands on his rag before taking a seat at the stool by the wall.

"Well, what should be a quick filter change ended up with you not even remembering what exactly you were doing for three hours." Rufus commented, staring at Dean with his gruff compassion. "I'm glad to see you caring about someone, Dean. It's a good change."

Dean glanced at the car behind him, wrinkling his nose before looking back at Rufus. "Sorry for taking up so much time." Dean mumbled, rubbing his hand through his hair in frustration. Rufus gave him a gruff grunt before standing, tossing the rag to Dean.

"I'll let it slide this time. Hopefully it won't happen again." Rufus replied sternly, his eyes narrowed at Dean. The Winchester relaxed though, seeing the ghost of a smile on the older man's face as he walked away. Dean sighed, turning back to the car and doing what he should have done three hours ago.

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"You want me to take him?" Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Chuck. Castiel's father nodded, looking quite awkward with himself as he looked down at the coffee cup he was nursing in his hands.

"If you could. I've been trying to get this meeting rescheduled for days now, but there's just no way that they will ever consider it, and Castiel can't miss his treatment." Chuck said softly, scratching at his chin with a sigh. Dean frowned, sitting back and glancing towards the hallway that led to the stairs.

"I'll do it." Dean finally said, taking a breath and smiling at him, "Don't worry about a thing Chuck. You can go to your meeting, and I'll take care of Castiel."

"Thank you Dean. I don't know what we would have done without you in the past couple weeks." Chuck replied, relaxing now that he knew everything was going to be okay. "Castiel had been so depressed and then he meets you and it's like you're making him smile for the first time."

Dean blushed, ducking his head and coughing into his hand. "I don't know about all of that." Dean said, clearing his throat awkwardly. Chuck chuckled(A/N-<-XD), standing and straightening his jacket.

"I'll leave you to it."

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Dean sat with Castiel at the hospital, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched the process. The nurse carefully inserted the needle and tube, her eyes narrowed in concentration as the IV slipped into Castiel hand. The teen winced, wrinkling his nose as he looked at Dean, giving him a awkward smile.

"Alright, we're ready to go." The nurse said once the needle and tube was fully in. She took the needle out before attaching the tube to the one sticking out of his hand, leading to a bag of liquid hanging there.

"I'll be back when this is finished. Try to relax." The nurse said, taking a step back before nodding at Dean and leaving the room. Dean sighed, making his way over to the side that didn't have the tube attached to it. He ran his fingers along Castiel's cheek, pecking him gently on the lips before smiling.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked, tipping his head at the tired look in Castiel's eyes. Castiel let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, leaning against Dean's chest.

"Tired." Castiel mumbled, looking up at Dean before looking over at the bag. "I just can't wait to go home."

"You can soon." Dean replied, wrapping one arm around Castiel and holding him close. They fell quiet, just watching the liquid slowly empty from the bag as they waited.

The nurse came in around ten minutes later, looking at the bag before glancing at Castiel and Dean. "Are you doing okay?" She asked softly, a bit of worry in her eyes. Castiel nodded, shifting to get slightly more comfortable.

"I'm just tired. Are we almost done?" Castiel asked, rubbing at his face with his free hand. The nurse nodded, squeezing the bag and seeing how much was left.

"Yes, we're done now." She said as she watched that last little bit disappeared into the tube. She unhooked it carefully, taking the tube out and placing a bandaid over his hand. "I'll see you next time, okay?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Claire." Castiel replied, letting Dean help him out of the bed. They left after the nurse checked him for any problems, leaving the depressing hospital and taking in the fresh air.