I'm sorry

Chapter 1

Dean, I lost 24 pounds this month. -CN

Why? Are you feeling okay? -DW

Um, yeah. Why wouldn't I be? -CN

That's a lot of weight to loose in a month... -DW

It's not that much. People lose weight all the time. You're overreacting. -CN

No Cas that's a lot. Are you sick? Do you want me to come over? Do you want yo come over? -DW

I can pick up medicine if you need some. Food? I could pick up burgers, you like burgers. -DW

Um, no. I'm good. I don't need any of that stuff. I already ate, and I'm not sick. -CN

Cas I'm really worried... Do you want me to come over? -DW

You can if you want, if only to set your mind at ease. I just want to watch a movie. -CN

Okay, I'm on my way. Do you want me to pick anything up? -DW

Um.. more green tea? Mine is all gone. -CN

Okay. See you soon. -DW

Alright. -CN

Cas sighed, setting his phone down on the couch beside him. Shivering, he pulled the loose fabric of his sweatshirt closer to his thin frame. It was a warm day outside, but he'd been finding it harder and harder to keep warm these days. Deciding to put on a second sweater, he went to his room, rummaging in his drawers until he found his old varsity hoodie. September hadn't been that long ago... was he really that big? Pulling the sweater over his head, he looked at how it hung off of his shoulders. He used to be huge. Wandering back to the couch, he waited for Dean to come.

Dean slid his phone into his back pocket and headded out. He slipped into the Impala. After awhile he made it to the shopping market. He wandered in looking for the tea Cas loved so much. 'What's wrong with him?' He wondered picking up the small box. Dean checked out and was now on his way to Cas' place. He pulled up to the apartment building. Dean climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. 'Cas has been doing this since late September.' He thought waiting for the door to be answered.

Cas hauled himself to his feet, running a hand through his unruly black hair as he padded over to the door. Opening it, he grinned. "Hi!" he said, gesturing for his friend to come in.

Dean smiled softly, "Hey Cas." He walked in noticing that his sweater hung loosely around his figure.

Stepping into the kitchen, he addressed Dean. "Did you bring tea?" he asked hopefully as he put his kettle on to boil. He hadn't eaten that day, and he was pretty hungry, but tea usually put a temporary stop to those feelings and made his empty stomach feel nice.

Dean could tell something was wrong. "Yeah," he said softly showing him the small box, "are you sure your feeling okay Cas? You're wearing two sweaters and it's quite warm outside..."

Cas faltered, feeling silly in his clothes. Dean only had a T-Shirt on. Setting the mug he had in his hand down, he spoke quietly. "Um.. yes. I'm fine." he reassured Dean. "I'm just a little chilly. The uh - air conditioner was up too high earlier and I um, just haven't changed yet."

Dean set the box down on the counter top next to him. He walked towards the smaller boy. "Cas... you can tell me if something's wrong. I'm here for you okay?" Dean looked down at him and smiled softly.