The Red Spiral𖦹

𖦹7- the eye𖦹

He knew that the time had come.

He woke up that morning and knew, deep in his heart, that he would see the eye in the center of the red spiral later in the night.

He stayed quiet for most of the day. Meg found it odd, though she did not comment on it.

In the night, Meg was sitting in her chair like she always did, and Cas was sitting on the floor in front of the red spiral, staring at it.

A few minutes later, though, he fell into a trance. He let his thin body go completely limp while he leaned against the white bed, not conscious of anything but that red spiral. It was comforting yet terrifying.

His visions started to go dark and dim...like tunnel vision. He was zeroing in on that red spiral. Slowly, the eye appeared. It was kind of a beautiful thing but also extremely creepy and unsettling. He felt the eye speaking to him. It had a breezy voice that was also disgruntled and hard to understand, like glitchy.

The eye had no mouth, the voice was coming from within the eye. It spoke sweet nothings to him. It lured him closer to it. And he crawled to it ever so slowly. He reached out, almost as if to touch it, but before he could, the eye quickly shut and just as soon as it shut, Cas lost consciousness. Meg heard a thump and looked up from her magazine. "Cas?" No response. She felt her heart skip a beat. "Um..." She gotten up and walked over to the corner where the red spiral was. She was relieved to see that there was no blood-just Cas, presumably asleep on the floor. She picked him up and laid him down on his bed. It frightened him how light he was. {How much longer can we keep on going like this...how much longer can he keep on going like this?} She thought. And she truly wondered what he did to be cursed with being so mentally ill.

Although she held somewhat bitter resentment towards the angel because she was, after all, a demon, and she and him as well as the Winchesters had gotten into a lot of hiccups in the past, she found herself almost...genuinely caring for him. Not romantically or sexually. Hell no. More like...a motherly instinct. She even caught herself almost crying whenever he cut himself to paint the red spiral the 1st time because she was so scared that he would die for sure.

{I wish that he would eat something...} Was also a thought. She caught himself purging multiple times so he was diagnosed with bulimia as well.

And then, she caught herself stroking his hair like a mother would for her sick child. She was surprised by her actions but did not stop. She felt just awful for him and wished that there was something to make all this end.

She knew it was beyond magicks control. Not even the best witch like Rowena could do anything. This was just pure illness. She sighed, leaving his bedside and sitting back in the chair. She wanted to call Sam and Dean but did not want to wake Cas up. She could not go in the hallway, tho. She had to keep an eye on him literally 24 / 7. She decided to just read her magazine.

That night, Sam and Dean were talking about Cas. "Ya know, Sam, remember how we were considering putting me in the malack box whenever I had the mark of Cain?" "Yeah...?" But Dean did not say anything, he just looked down. But Sam knew what he was trying to say. "You are not saying..." "Sam, hear me out. He has been in there for 6 months now. Nothing changes. There have been no improvements." "No way, Dean!! What the hell? He is not just like...it is not like putting a dog down. He still has feelings. We cannot kill him." "He tried to kill himself! Twice!!" "No, he did not!! It was that whole red spiral thing. I cannot believe what you are suggesting right now." "I'm sorry it's just...this is 1 thing that nobody can fix and...not gonna lie, it is stressing me the hell out. I am always worrying about him. Constantly checking my phone to see if Meg is calling or I missed a call from her." "Look, Dean. I get it. But he is still our best friend. That has not changed, even if he has." What Sam was thinking but did not say was {He would probably rather die here than there...} He shook his head a bit. "The guy is still young. He is not going anywhere any time soon." "Yeah, well, he is walking a tightrope," Dean mumbled. Sam clenched his jaw a bit and then gotten up from the chair to go to bed.

The next morning, Cas sat on the edge of his bed and thought about how well he slept. He did not dream. He wanted to sleep like that every night. But he knew that he was not to see the eye every night. "How did you sleep?" Meg asked. "Great, actually," Cas replied earnestly. "Good to know...what was up with you last night?" "Oh...nothing. I do not need any more stuff on my chart." "The doctors think that you might have schizophrenia, you know." "Yeah? Well...I do not know what to tell them." "Well, are you going to at least tell me what was up last night or naw?" "no." "ok. I am not going to sugarcoat this. If you don't start eating, we are going to have to put a tube in your nose that goes down to your stomach." Cas quickly spun around and looked at her in horror. "NO!! I Am not that skinny!!" "Of course you don't see it." "Please, Meg..." "Nope. All the other doctors agree with me, too." "You don't understand...I have to stay pure..." "Cas, you say that you don't want to die."