Infamous For Something So Pure

Fix What Doesn't Need Fixing

"I can take care of myself, Cas!"
"No you can't! When I came here you were torn apart! And I tried not to notice the stain on the wall and the chipped wood on the floor! I tried to help you, and you pushed me away each time! You yelled at me for thinking Crowley might be up to something! You yelled when I tried to calm you down after your fit you threw in your room! I just want to help you!"
Cas shouts then stops to catch his breathe. He looks over at Dean who doesn't dare to look at him. Cas is satisfied with how this turns out, Dean finally agrees with him, or at least that's what Castiel thought until Dean opens his mouth.
"Cas you can't be here! Everything touch everyone I touch they're gone! Bobby, Jo, Ellen, Adam," Dean pauses for a second, "Sam and Kevin. They are all gone! I don't want to lose you too! I can't lose you!"
"I am not leaving you." Castiel says in reply.
"Why the hell not!"
"You're family!" Dean pauses for a moment to look Cas directly in the eyes. He didn't even think of that. The whole time he thought Cas was here because of pitty or a little prayer, he was actual here to find his brother, Sam.

Castiel turns to leave when suddenly Dean hugs him. Castiel stands still for a moment collecting his thoughts before he swings his arms around Dean, and they have a chick- flick moment. They both stand there and cry on each other's shoulders. After a minute or two they pull away from each other.
"We should find our brother." Dean says in a hushed tone. He turns to walk down the hallway when he suddenly collapses onto the floor. Cas rushes over to his side.
"You need to rest." He says while helping Dean to his feet.
"I'm fine Cas I can take care of myself." Dean says trying to pull away from Cas, but he stumbles over his feet.
"We will look when you are well enough to stand on your own," Castiel replies firmly. He walks Dean down to Sam's room, where Cas had stayed the first night, and lays him in the bed, "Get some sleep I will be in the other rooms when you are ready to go."
"Yeah." Dean says slipping off his shoes and sliding under the covers. Once Dean is a asleep Cas exits the room and stands in the empty kitchen. He rubs the bandages that still cover his arm and stare down at the indent on the counter. Does Dean know he is sorry? He'll tell him when he wakes up. A low grumble comes from Castiel's stomach so he walks over to a cabinet and grabs a box of cereal. He shoves his hand in and eats by the handful, spill extra pieces into the floor. He walks down to Dean's room, his actual room. The mess from nights ago was still alive on the floor. Cas places the box on a desk near the door. First he sweeps up everything on the floor and separates the broken pieces from the weapons. Next he remakes the bed, with different sheets that he finds in the closet aside him. Then he throws out all that is demolished and places the weapons off to the side. The room looks pleasing to the eye even if it not entirely clean. Cas tries to smile at the photos Dean has on his desk but not a single smirk finds it's way across his face. He can't tell Dean that there is no way to save Kevin or to find Sam, Dean would just ignore him anyway. That didn't bother Cas, though, all Cas cares about is that Dean is safe. That's all. But Dean is broken, so broken. He can't even think straight, but that's alright. Cas keeps thinking of ways to help him, to fix him but none come to mind. Because you can't fix what doesn't need fixing. Dean is perfect. Cas knows why they always fight, he is trying to fix Dean but there is nothing to fix. From his head to his toes he is perfection. He wishes he could tell Dean that, but he probably wouldn't listen or wouldn't care.