"You'll never amount to anything, Sam! You're a stupid little boy who shouldn't even be alive! I should have let you drown in that pool! Wanna know something else?! YOU'RE THE REASON THAT DEAN IS DEAD!"

"Daddy, I'm sorry!"

"Shut the hell up and go to your room! I don't want to see you for the rest of this day!"

"B-But what about lunch-"

*slap* "GO!"

Sam jumped awake with a whimper, his heart racing. He looked around, trying to find out where he was, then he remembered. He looked at Cas and started to relax back into his arms.

After his first episode this morning, Cas decided that they should go back to sleep for a little while longer.

Cas shifted in his sleep, getting more comfortable. He mumbled something then relaxed, going static again.

Sam sighed and nuzzled Cas' neck, feeling content, which is something he hasn't felt in a while. He felt that anytime he was with Cas, he'd start feeling that way. The only person who he used to ever feel calm with was his brother, Dean. But...he died in a house fire... They were teenagers when it happened. Dean was cooking dinner for himself, Sam, and their dad when a towel caught on fire and from there it just spread.

That's when Sam started to become crazy.

Then with years of his dad's abuse, mentally and physically, that just added in to the crazy pot. His dad's abuse lasted for a while, finally stopping when he died.

By the hands of Sam.

When he was found, laughing maniacally over his dad's dead body, the judge deemed him mentally unstable and sent him to a mental institution.

The first ones he went to, no one could handle him, so he kept getting shipped back and forth until finally, they shipped him to the one that Cas worked at.

He thanked God for that one.