"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"What?" Sam looked up at Cas and furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

Cas placed a book on the table in front of Sam. When Sam leaned forward and noticed what it was, he opened his mouth to start yelling, but Cas beat him to it. "Please, Sam, don't be mad... I was worried about you and this was the only way to figure out what was wrong..."

"That doesn't mean you read my journal!"

Cas looked down at his feet. "Sam, I'm sorry... I didn't know what else to do.. I knew you wouldn't talk to me about it.."

Sam reached forward and picked up the journal and put it in his lap. He was furious, but also glad that Cas found out about it.

"Sam... I'm sorry, but please.. talk to me. I'm your husband, Sam! We promised that we'd be with each other through sickness and health."

"I'm not sick, Cas."

"Physically, no. Mentally, yes. I want to help you, Sam.. let me help you, please..."

"Cas..."

"Please.. I don't want you to feel alone anymore, Sam... I don't want you to feel like you're not enough, cause you are enough.."

Sam looked down at his lap and sniffled. "I-I need help..." He whispered out.

Cas hurried over and wrapped his arms -and wings- around him. "I'm going to help you, Sam. It might take a while, but I will help you."

"Thank you," Sam said through chokes sobs.

Cas held him close, letting him cry. "You're welcome baby. I love you so much. We're going to get through this together. I promise."