The next day Cas got called in for questioning.

That same day, Cas found out he had to go to trial.

Cas flipped his shit and he did bad things to his thighs that night.

One for how much of a screwup I am.

Two for the man I killed.

Three for his poor family.

Four for still being a screwup.

No one loves you.

Better off dead.

Dumb bitch.

You suck.

Sam doesn't even like you.

He pities you.

Cas got out the bathtub, bad thoughts still racing through his mind.

He pulled on sweatpants, quietly hissing at the pain.

But he walked out the bathroom like nothing happened.

He fell asleep next to Sam.

Like nothing happened.