Underneath it All - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 2- Discovery

A/N: I definitely forgot I had a Wattpad account until today, and I'm so sorry. Here is part 2!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural :)

Warnings: a little language, talk of self-

I hope you enjoy it!

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Dean threw his duffle bag down on one bed, throwing himself onto the other. He didn't know why he had gotten two beds. Habit, he supposed.

He sighed. It was strange being alone again. He wanted to call Sam.

No, he couldn't do that. Dean was poison. Everyone who got near him fucking died. Especially Sam. Dean had gotten him possessed by some sick, twisted angel, and he was almost torn apart.

"God damn it," he whispered, pushing the heels of his hands over his closed eyes, shutting himself in complete darkness.

Suddenly, his phone rang. A job, maybe? No, he would just let it ring. But, what if it was Sam?

"Shit," he whispered, reaching for it. He looked at the display. It was him. It was his brother.

Dean held his thumb over the answer button, but hesitated to press it.

No, he couldn't answer it. He wasn't going back. He wasn't going to put his kid brother in danger. Never again.

Sighing, he tossed the phone back down.

About a minute later, a small beep sounded. Sam had left a message.

Puffing his cheeks out, he let out a deep breath.

Once more, he picked up the phone, pressed his password (0502, Sam's birthday) in, and held the device up to his ear.

"Dean," Cas's voice sounded. What the hell? "Um, it's Cas."

Yeah, no shit.

The angel continued, "I was just... calling to let you know that-" There was a pause.

Dean was starting to get a strange feeling. Something was wrong. Why was Cas on Sam's phone? What was going on? What happened to his brother?

"Dean, it's Sam. Um, he's... Just call me back. It's important." The dial tone sounded.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? He's... what? What was Sam doing? What was wrong with him?

Jaw clenched, he redialed the number.

"Dean," a deep, gravelly voice answered.

"Cas, what the hell?"

"Uh-"

"What's going on with Sam?"

"Dean, I..."

"Castiel, you feathery son of a bitch, what the hell is wrong with my little brother?"

"Dean, calm down. He's not- look, Sam's, um, damaged."

"Damaged? What's that supposed to mean? Did Gadreel-" Dean could feel his heart trying to escape from his chest. How could he leave? How could he do that to his little brother?

"No, none of this was his doing."

"Then who hurt him? What's going on?"

Cas sighed, unsure of what to say. "Dean, Sam is hurting himself."

There was a long pause at the other end of the line. "What?" Dean replied.

Castiel hesitated. Dean wasn't going to take this well. "Sam is... injuring himself. With a blade."