"You're right. He looks terrible." Castiel states to us as he examines Sam, who is. Urgently unconscious from Dean's beating.
We're back in the motel room now, us calling Castiel to come and collect him to take back to the room. Dean wanted Cas to come and look him over as well, see what he can find out about what's wrong with Sam.
Sam slowly begins to wake, his head rolling as he slowly adjusts to his position and new surrounds. He lets out a groan and Cas turns back to Dean, "You did this?"
Dean doesn't say anything, instead his hard eyes focused on his brother. Sam wakes up and looks at Castiel confused, "Cas?"
He then realises he is tied to a chair in our motel room, beginning to pull at the binds that tie him to the chair. Cas reaches forward and begins to inspect him and Sam gives him a look, "Let me go."
"Has he been feverish?" Cas asks and Dean looks to Sam with hard eyes, "Have you?"
"No. Why?" Sam responds as Cas takes his hands off of him, trying a different approach.
"Is he speaking in tongues?" Cas probes before looking back at Sam, "Are you speaking in tongues?"
"No. What are you-?" He begins before he stops, his face screwing up, "Are you diagnosing me?"
"You better hope he can" Dean says in a gravely voice, his arms folded tightly over his chest.
"You really think this is-?" He begins to argue, but Dean pushes away from the chest of drawers and stalks towards him, "You think there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of hell wrong? He asks, you answer, then you shut your hole. You got it?"
"How much do you sleep?" Cas asks, interrupting the brothers intense stare down.
"I don't." Sam admits and I raise my eyebrow at his words, "At all?"
"Not since I got back." He says, looking over towards me.
"And it never occurred to you that something might be off about that?" Dean demands, raising his voice.
Sam turns towards his brother, "Of course it did Dean. I just never told you."
Castiel looks towards us, like he's working something out in his mind and I give him a look, "What?"
"Sam, what are you feeling now?" Castiel asks, cashing Sam to scoff, "I feel like my nose is broken."
Cas shakes his head, "No, that's a physical sensation. How do you feel?"
"I think-" Sam begins but Cas cuts him off, "Feel."
"I don't know." Sam states, truth in his voice.
Castiel looks towards Dean and I before reaching down, undoing his belt from his waist. I push off from the wall, unfolding my arms as I step towards him, "What're you doing?"
He folds the belt in half and turns to Sam, "This will be unpleasant."
"What?" He asks confused and Castiel places the belt between his teeth, "Bite down on this. If there's someplace that you find soothing, you should go there... In your mind." He says as he rolls up his sleeve.
He places his hand on Sam's shoulder and reaches forward, his other hand reaching into his stomach. Sam begins to cry out, his teeth clamping on the belt in agony. A light emits from around where Cas's hand enters, looking like what he did not too long ago to the young boy. The veins in Sam's neck begin to glow and I have to turn away, hating seeing him like this. Dean looks to me, but it's tense as his words from before stir in my mind.
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Fortitude || Book 2 of 'Reawakening Series'
Fanfiction"I'll always love you Dean, from now to the end of time." Addison and Dean have finally granted their opportunity to start the life they've always dreamed of having. They've had settled into their new lives, finally finding some semblance of happin...
