All Over Again

Everybody's Sick

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean starts yelling again. I give Bobby a sad smile. He has no idea what Dean's talking about.

"Dean..." I start to say.

"..no, don't 'Dean' me. I mean." Dean looks at the ground, than Sam. "Sam... you have had some stupid ideas in the past, but this..." He looks at Bobby. "d..did you know about this?"

"What?" Bobby asks.

"About Sam's genius plan to cram the devil down his throat."

Bobby nods and I sigh.

"Well, thanks for the heads up!" 

"Hey, this ain't about me." Bobby says holding his hands up.

"You can't do this!" Dean yells again.

"That's the consensus." Sam replies.

"Alright. Awesome. Then, end of discussion." Dean's phone rings. "This isn't over." He says, then he answers his phone. "Hello?"

"Dean?" I can hear a familiar voice.

"Cass?" Dean says surprised.

"Is he okay?" Sam asks.

"We all thought you were dead. Where the hell are you, man?" He asks.

"A hospital." I hear him say. I grab the phone from Dean, receiving a look that could kill.

"Hey Cas, it's Isabel. Are you okay?" I ask, I don't know why, but I'm really worried for the angel.

"No." He says simply.

"You want to elaborate Cas?" I ask.

"I just woke up here. The doctors were fairly surprised. They though I was brain dead."

I nod even though he can't see me. "So. You're in a hospital?" I ask to make sure.

"Apparently, after Van Nuys, I suddenly appeared, bloody and unconscious, on a shrimping boat off Delacroix. I'm told it upset the sailors." He says as if  he still didn't understand what he was saying.

"Uh, well, I got to tell you... you're just in time. We figured out how to open Satan's box."

"How?" He asks, then Dean takes the phone back.

"It's a long story, but, look, we're going after Pestilence now. So If you want to zap over here...." Dean gets interrupted.

"I can't 'zap' anywhere." I hear Cas say on the other line.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks. I think he means what he said, duh.

"You could say my batteries are... are drained."

"What do you mean? You're out of angel mojo?"

"I'm saying that I am thirsty and my head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch it, and I'm saying that I'm just incredibly...."

Dean and I say the same thing at the same time. "Human."

"Well, my point is... I can't go anywhere without money for... an airplane ride. and food and more pain medication, ideally." I feel bad for the poor angel.

"All right. Well, look, no worries. Uh, Bobby's here. He'll wire you the cash." Dean says about to hang up.

"Dean, wait." I hear him say.

Then I hear Bobby and almost start laughing. "I will?"

"You said 'no' to Michael. I owe you an apology."