Excuses

Sam and Dean were just working on a normal case today. Well, kind of normal. As normal as it gets. There were no angels or demons, just a family of werewolves. Which was still not normal but... better than angels or demons.

It was going pretty well besides the fact that Sam wasn't exactly in the best mood for this stuff. He still took out his silver night and slashed a few of the werewolves' throats, willing to help his brother.

Even after doing his best, despite wanting to do nothing but curl up in bed and hide from the world, he got cornered by one of those monsters. Dean was way to far and busy to be able the help him at that moment and on any other day, Sam would've been able to save himself by swiftly jumping out from under the werewolf and stabbing it in it's chest. But today wasn't one of those days. He was stuck.

"D-Dean!!" He yelled desperately but no answer, just the sound if growling and snarling from the beast in front of him. He tried to move around the thing but instead of succeeding, he got bit on the arm, a scream of pain bursting out of his mouth.

"Sammy!!" Dean called loudly, trying to make it across the large house to help his brother. But he was surrounded again.

Sam gripped at the throbbing bite on his arm before the growls and snarls of the werewolf in front of him turns into a yelp. The thing collapsed to the ground, revealing the being that killed it, Castiel.

"I'm here, Sam. Don't worry." He murmured and those were the last words Sam heard before everything turned blurry, along with his hearing, turning everything into just mumbling noises.

Castiel, who is a lot stronger than he looks, picked up the sweating, shaking mess of a man and looked at Dean who finally made it to the room and nodded "We'll be at the bunker." He then disappeared, leaving Dean worried.

Sam got back into consciousness when he felt himself get laid down on his bed. He looked up at the angel beside him who placed his hand on the other's cheek, healing the bite wound and anything in his bloodstream that could turn him into a werewolf. It stung, a lot, but Sam was able to keep himself together as he was healed.

Sam passed out after that and just slept in his bed for a while. He wasn't expecting that when he woke up, Castiel would still be there. Seeing him made him jump a little.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Castiel asked when everything was healed. He seemed worried. Could angels even get worried?

"Uh... I just... it's hot..." He managed to get out and he sat up slightly, rubbing his temples.

"Here." The dark haired angel helped the larger man take his jacket off. This was kind of weird for Sam.

"Why are you doing this? You healed me. Isn't that enough?"

"What are you talking about? I want to make sure that you're okay."

"Okay... thank you. I-I'm fine."

"I can sense that you're not fine. Is there something wrong?" Castiel asked, tilting his head slightly, Sam always found it adorable when he did that.

"Nothing really... you just never stick around when Dean's not here. You usually just do your angel thing and disappear." Sam mumbled and looked down, rubbing nervously at his arm.

That's when Castiel finally realized it. Sam was right. He never stuck around to just talk to Sam. Not to make sure he was doing okay or even just to make small talk. He used to never even answer his prayers. And he knew why. The angel was doing that all on purpose. He just didn't know it was so bad that Sam could notice it.

"Sam. I'm sorry."

"For what?" The long haired man tried to not sound upset. Even though he has been for a long time.