Being Alone (D. Winchester)

"We Don't Need Your Help"

At the bunker. A few days later. 

We were all looking through the books since we wanted to find out how to turn a demon back into a human.

I walked over to Sam with three books in my hands. 

He froze "Please tell me that's everything. "

I nodded but then shook my head  "Yeah. No, not even close. You see, the Men of Letters kept files on every demonic possession for the last 300 years, I mean, we've got Borden, Lizzy, all the way to Crane, Ichabod. "

Sam and i tried to be cool for the job. I don't mind to be honest. It was a really weird, tho.

Sam grimaced in pain  "Aah. "

I asked worried "How you feeling? "

Sam "Honestly, um... My, uh, my whole body hurts. I feel nauseous and like I'm starving at the same time, and everything smells like rotting meat. "

Me "I've had that hangover. Jaeger, man. Maybe you should, uh, take a break, get some air. "

Sam "ELena, the only thing that's gonna make me feel better is finishing this. "

I nodded "All right. Well, I'll go get you some grub, keep your strength up. "

Cas walked to us " Morning. I like this bunker. It's orderly. "

I nodded "Oh, give us a few months. Dean wants to get a ping-pong table. "

Castiel "I've heard of that. It's a game, right? "

He suddenly lost balance for a second and grabbed ahold of the chair. 

Sam asked worried "Are you okay? "

Castiel grimaced "My wound isn't healing as quickly as I'd hoped... But I am getting better. And you're getting worse. "

Sam "Well, two trials down, one to go. "

Castiel "And the final test, do you -- you know what it is? "

Sam "I have to cure a Demon. "

Castiel "Of what? "