I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been working on this chapter for ages cuz I wanted it perfect! As requested by -_SPN_Fangirl_-. Enjoy!

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Sam watched Castiel walk around listlessly, acting like a caged animal, which in a way made sense. Their angel friend had undergone an awful spell cast by the cruel and maniacal witch, Rowena. She had cast this horrible spell, which resulted in their semi-ally having to die for all intents and purposes, so that the angel would be released from the spell. For some reason, the angel was not improving his eyes looked normal, but his behavior said otherwise.

The younger Winchester sighed softly, leaving the weapon room that Cas had been frequenting a lot since this spell started, heading out to the living room where he found Dean gearing up for a hunt.

"Where you headed?" Sam asked in concern. He always got worried for his older brother, especially when he wasn't kept in the loop.

"Just a hunt. Don't worry a hunting buddy is meeting up with me, and no you haven't met them." Dean lied smoothly, not really caring if Sam believed him or not, he just needed a "normal" hunt without a backfiring angel.

Sam frowned briefly, knowing full well that Dean was lying, but he was more concerned about their angel friend. He knew Dean had a tendency to get in trouble, but if he had "back up" then, Sam could focus on trying to un-spellify Castiel. He had a feeling the worst had yet to come.

Dean got his stuff and left, leaving Sam alone with a Mad Dog infected angel.

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Castiel walked back and forth, his head pounding relentlessly, the inside of his head t kept telling him to run far away from the Winchesters, yet another overwhelming thought made him stay. He needed help and he knew it

He cringed at the sudden slam of the door leading outside, causing him to stiffen and half-glare towards the hallway where he couldve been seen at the right angle.

He resumed his pacing, as his head returned to its original relentless pounding, a soft wailing moan escaping his lips, as he paced. He had no idea the sound was emanating from his lips, much less that he was starting to feel really out of sorts.

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Sam walked down the hall, about two, maybe three hours after Dean had left, arms laden with books he was had already searched through. He deposited the books in the library-ish area the had deep in the bunker, and froze when he heard a low monotone moan. It sounded quite robotic, but at the same time it also sounded highly pained and hoarse, like it had been going on for hours.

He walked out of the library, swiftly down the hall, but stopped in the doorway when he saw that the moaning -like sound was coming from Castiel, who was now slumped over, against the farthest wall from the doorway, rocking slightly to keep in motion of some kind.

Cas. Its Sam. he said softly, not wanting to startle the already overly stimulated angel, but it didnt help.

Castiels head ripped up with a dog-like growl, followed by a whimper-moan. SSaam. he stammered weakly, his voice hoarse as he tried desperately to look at the younger man with a pleading look, anything to clue him in that he didnt feel right.

Sam raised an eyebrow, trying to understand the look and tone that Cas was giving him, but he couldnt understand anything, because the spell Rowenas spells effects were still causing him to growl more than give emotion.

Cas, if you need something from me, you need to tell me. I cant understand past the spell its slowly getting less strong Sam said kindly, stepping closer, small step by small step, keeping his movements slow so as not to startle the angel.

Cas hung his head weakly, to worn down and exhausted to try to explain how awful he felt. He wanted so desperately to tell his friend and compatriot that he needed help, that he was going to lose consciousness, that this spell was horrifically messing with his nervous system, and he just needed his everything stopped as he lost consciousness and slumped limply against the wall.

Sam watched in concern, as soon as he saw the angels eyes roll back into his head, he moved quickly, and rushed to Castiels side and scooped the man up in his arms, carried him down the hall, and laid him down in the hunters own bedroom.

Cas started to stir, groaning as he turned his head back and forth, trying to understand when he had become horizontal, because the last he remembered he was still vertical, even if it was against the wall. He opened his eyes wearily, immediately looking around in confusion, as he took in Sams cologne from the bedding beneath him, and looked over to see that the tall hunter was in the corner of the room, sitting back in a chair, eyes closed in what appeared to be a frowning exhaustion.

Sam? he called hoarsely, jumping and stiffening up, when he saw Sam sit upright quickly and scrub a shaky hand over his face.

Cas? Youre awake. How do you feel? Sam asked quickly, staying in his chair, forcing himself to resist the urge to rush to the angels side until he knew the spell was out of the poor mans system.

Cas frowned, seeing Sams behaviour, wondering if something bad had happened. He looked down, seeing a good sized bandage on the younger mans wrist and arm. It dawned on him in shock, that he had hurt the man in a fit, while asleep, and he had sliced Sam up really good.

Im sorry for harming you he said sadly, the spell finally started to wear off completely, leaving with only illness symptoms and severely bloodshot eyes. There was honest-to-goodness remorse in his tone, leading Sam to raise an eyebrow in surprise.

Its all forgiven, I should have known better than to approach you when you are feverish and under that spell. How do you feel after finally getting some sleep? You slept for, Sam said, stopping to check his not injured wrist, where he had moved his watch. about six and a half hours. he said, once he was done calculating, which took not even two seconds.

Cas eyes widened in surprise, he hadnt slept that long since he was human, as he was marveling that, his stomach gurgled loudly, causing him to wince and start rubbing his stomach with his hand.

Sam smirked at Cas response to the sleep comment, relieved the man hadnt asked how much he slept, since he had been awake for the better of the last twenty-nine hours, worrying about him and finally getting to take care of him. Pretty intense blood loss made it really hard not to fall asleep, but he took care of the injuries and managed to stay conscious, so thats what counted in his book.

He saw the angels hand go to his stomach and didnt even think, as he threw caution to the wind, jumped to his feet, rushed to the angels side, and put an unused sick bucket in his lap.

You look like youre gonna puke he explained, when shot a look of cautious confusion.

Before Cas could say, do, or react towards Sam in any way, his body was flung forward and he vomited violently, too sick to realize that Sam had moved and was rubbing his back lightly with his hand.

Sam felt so bad for the poor angel, as he could feel the heat radiating off him, and could tell that between heaves that the battle to stay in control and conscious was being lost. Try to breathe if you can. he encouraged, knowing that vomiting while unconscious was incredibly dangerous, what with the high chance of aspiration and all.

The angels head lolled to the side, his body falling against Sam entirely, as the poor celestial being lost consciousness again.

Sam sighed in frustration, knowing what was coming next, as he braced Cas, in time for a watery heave to join the rest of the vomit in the sick bucket. He continued to hold him for a bit, waiting for anymore heaves. When he was sure there was nothing more coming up, he used his freer hand to put down the sick bucket, then used both hands, with some difficulty due to his injury, to lay the angel down to rest. He was hoping the rest would help the poor man would feel better, and not be under Rowena's nasty spell anymore.

Cas tossed and turned, caught in horrific nightmares one after the other. Everytime he tried to wake up, or Sam tried to wake him, he would get sucked into a new nightmare, more terrifying than the last. This went on for a few hours, before he finally settled into a calm sleep, and his body stilled too.

Sam watched him for a solid 30 minutes before noticing that blood was dripping past his bandages on his arm and wrist. He grabbed the sick bucket, flashing one last look back at the sleeping angel, before slipping from the room to clean out the bucket, and returned with a clean bucket and some wet and dry washclothes for his arm.

He placed the bucket near the bed, and sat in the chair that was kitty-corner to his bed, and slowly started to remove his bandages, hissing in discomfort as the wrapping was pulled from the torn up skin. The skin revealed was gnarly tears from his palm to almost his the crook of his elbow.

Im sorry, Cas said, as Sam applied one of the wet washclothes, long ways to cover the full wound, and hissed loudly in pain.

I know. Are you okay? Did I wake you? Do you feel sick? Sam asked after jumping in surprise, his concern immediately switched to his friend, his arm forgotten.

Cas chuckled softly before nodding or shaking his head in answer to each of Sams concerns. Im fine now, Sam. Thank you for looking out for me May I help you now? he asked in a soft voice, sounding almost like a small child.

Sam raised an eyebrow, relieved his friend was better, but as always wondered about the angel way, which he knew hed never understand. Sure, no straining yourself. he said as Cas request dawned on him.

The angel got up off the bed, soothed his rumpled clothes, and walked over to Sam easily, as if nothing had ever happened, causing the hunter to marvel at his angel friend once again.

Cas held his hand over Sams wounded arm, allowing his hand to glow, and giving Sam the chance to watch his skin return to normal and the bleeding to stop. Once he was done, he could see he floored the younger hunter, which he offered a small smile to.

I leave for five minutes, and there is the sick bucket, bloody bandages, and my angel is healed. Seriously, what did I miss? Dean demanded from Sams bedroom doorway.

Sam and Cas didnt dare look at one another as they answered in unplanned unison. Nothing! they said together.

Dean rolled his eyes. Whatever weirdos. he grumbled, as he turned and stomped away.

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