His Fallen Grace

Chapter Six

"Hey."

Dean got up from the dining hall table, catching the keys to the Impala as Sam tossed them his way. He watched as Sam peaked his head around the corner into Cas's room, holding two grease soaked paper bags in hand.

"Uh," he muttered, setting the food on the table. "Where's Cas?"

"Changing," Dean pointed out as he stuck a hand in one of the bags, pulling out a few fries. "I hope you don't mind but I uh, let him borrow a pair of your underwear."

Dean turned his back as he tried to hold in his snickering, his imagination left to picture the bitch-face Sam just pulled off.

"Dude."

Dean sat back down, his laughter filling the hall.

"Just kidding Sammy."

"You're a jerk."

"Yeaaah, but you love me for it."

"Sure I do."

Dean let out another laugh as his brother headed for the kitchen.

"Don't deny it! And hey, get me a beer will ya?"

Sam waved him off before turning the corner. As he came back, two beers in hand, Cas limped in, garbed in fresh clothes.

"Hey Cas," said Sam as Cas made his way over to the table, pulling out a chair and seating himself.

"Hungry?"

"Starving."

Sam slid a bag across the table as he sat down, popping the cap on his beer before tossing the bottle opener to Dean.

"So uh, Cas... How're you feeling?"

Cas stared down at the table, pausing before giving Sam an answer.

"I've fallen from Grace and expelled all my brethren from Heaven. How do you think I'm feeling, Sam?"

Dean and Sam exchanged glances, Dean gritting his teeth. He wanted to set Cas straight for talking to his brother like that but... Who could blame the guy for being sour about it? Sure that didn't give him an excuse to be a bitch, but the guy had a rough night. Dean would let it slide.

This time.

"Sorry."

They looked back to Cas in unison, who was staring down at his hands.

"I... shouldn't have talked to you like that."

Sam was the one to break the silence with the clearing of his throat.

"Uh, no, it's fine. Just... Maybe next time just say, "bad," or, "not good,"?"

Cas nodded a little, and they spent the remainder of their meal in silence.

"Cas, you should probably hit the hay, don't you think?"

"Yes..." Cas sighed as he arose from his chair, grabbing his trash.

"Cas, you just go lay down. Dean and I'll take care of that."

"Alright."

"Can you manage making it back by yourself?

"I... I think so."

Dean and Sam tossed the wrappers and bags in the trash, the both of the taking a swing of their beer.

"Hey uh, Dean."

Another swing.

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"You should uh..." Sam paused a little. "You should get some shut eye."

"Sam-"

"Dean, don't start. It's almost 5 am. You've been so busy taking care of us you haven't made any time to take care of yourself. Humor me, and go get some sleep-I'll watch after Cas."

"You know what, fine. But if anything happens, you get my ass up."

"Sure thing, night."

"Night."

***Sorry this one's a bit shorter than the rest. I'll try to compensate by making the next one a bit longer! Thank you everyone for 119 reads, BTW!! That's crazy!!! I hope you'll all continue to read! <3 I'll try my best to update everyday or so.***