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Oh, hello. I bet you were wondering what was going on with me this whole time. Well, I did meet up with the Winchesters a few nights ago, but angels cannot stay in one place for too long. No matter how much they would like to.
   
    In case you don't remember my name, I am Castiel. Or maybe you've never met me before. Either way, I'm pleased to meet you. Right now, my mission is to keep the angel tablet away from Crowley, but that also unfortunately means that I need to keep myself away from the Winchesters as well. It's been hard to stay away from Dean, but I hear his prayers. I can only hope that when I respond, he hears me too.

    But today, I couldn't keep myself away. I was on top of a mountain in Colorado, trying to communicate with God for the thirteenth time this week, when I heard his prayer.

    "Cas.... I'm bleeding... help me..."
   
    I immediately felt my heart drop to the bottom of my trench coat. In the blink of a second, I flew to the gas station and found myself right inside the bathroom door. The room was small and dimly lit, and there were several crude statements scrawled across the off-white brick in black ink. The room smelled... foul. I looked down and saw Dean doubled over in the corner, his head resting on top of his knees.

    "Hello, Dean."

    He jumped at the sound of my voice, but broke into a grin when he saw me. Before I could smile back, his face fell into a grimace of pain.

     "Cas..." he panted, "I don't know what's wrong with me. You have to help me."

    "Let me look."

    He slowly raised his arm with a great deal of effort and I took his hand in mine and his elbow with the other. His skin was hot to the touch, and I could see small pools of blood around the hair follicles in his arm. The skin around the crook in his elbow was purple. When he parted his lips to speak, I could see more blood pooling in his gums. Gently, I let go of his elbow but kept his hand in mine. With my now free hand, I pushed his hair back with the tips of my fingers and pressed my palm against his warm forehead.

    I closed my eyes and breathed in, desperate to find the source of Dean's illness. A few seconds later, I opened my eyes again and when my vision came into focus my gaze met Dean's.

    I knelt down in front of him, my face now inches away from his bleeding gums. "Dean," I sighed softly, "have you been getting enough Vitamin C lately?"

    "What?" he squinted at me, examining my face.
   
    "You have scurvy." I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible. "I can fix it, but you're not going to like the way it's done."

    "Just do it," Dean's eyes widened as he raised his eyebrows, regarding me suspiciously.

    I let go of his hand and placed it back on top of his knee. "Dean."

    "Cas?"
   
    "I have to kiss you."

    Dean's lips tightened into a frown, and his eyes met mine once again. For a minute, I thought that I would drown in his gaze, but we were interrupted by the creak of the opening bathroom door.

    Sam's figure filled the whole doorway as he looked on with surprise.

    "Cas? Dean? What's going on?"