Dear Addiction

Chapter six

"Dean could you please just take it out!"

"Why don't you just do it yourself."

"Because I haven't spent all day on the couch talking to my instagram followers!"

"It's my fucking job!"

Sam groaned from the kitchen, turning away from Dean who was spread out across the couch, still in his pajamas, under the single blanket Sam had given him to sleep with. "I asked you to do one thing when I'm on my days off, could you please not be useless and do it."

"I could but I've been caring for your kids for two weeks and I just need a day to process."

"Dean-"

"Im processing!" Dean yelled. He only glanced up from his phone for a second before he went back to scrolling through the photos that were hashtagged under Lee's name, looking for a disturbing edit, or photo he could send to his friend.

"What're you processing? Actually working for the first time in years?"

"I work! It's-"

Before Dean could defend himself, he was cut off from a knock at the door, though Dean didn't even look up, letting his brother open it instead. "I swear Dean, if that's some maid you hired."

"Sydney is a lovely woman!"

"Cas?'

Dean's head immediately looked up so he could see his friend though from Sam's height, and the door being only half open, he couldn't see the other. Sam's voice had also dropped making it impossible for Dean to hear the conversation. "Is everything okay?" Dean called, though no reply came.

Dean stood up, letting the blanket fall from his body and to the ground. He walked across the room, and pushed his way through his brother, who took up most of the doorway. fucking giant. "Shit Cas." Dean cried once he finally got a look at his friend. He raised his hand to touch the others face though he quickly lowered it. Across the right half of Castiel's face blood dripped from just above his eyebrow covering most of his right cheek and eyelid. His right arm was brought to his chest, while his left was wrapped tightly around Jack, who was sat against his hip. Jack's face was buried into Cas's shoulder, his sobs loud. "What the fuck happened?"

Cas looked from Sam to Dean, his blue eyes were wide, usual tanned skin having become an ashen white. "I am fine, I just need a ride to the hospital."

"Cas are you sure?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Where's Logan?"

Cas hesitated for a second glancing from Sam to Dean, "at work."

Dean didn't talk as his brother continued to shower Cas in various questions, can you feel your arm, can you move your fingers, instead only being able to stare. He looked so sick. His face thin, not bruising yet but surely it would soon.

"I'll grab my keys," Sam finally said. He turned away from the door, going to grab his keys before Dean stopped him.

"I'll take him! Dean offered which Sam raised an eyebrow to, seeming unsure. "Sam you're off three days a week, one which is spent in counselling, I've been here for two qeeks and the kids still don't like me. They don't want me here! They want you, so you go have fun with them and i'll take Cas to the hospital."

"They like you, they just- don't know you well."

"They fucking hate me. Just stare here with them."

Sam hesitated for a second before he nodded, "Fine"

"Besides, " Dean said. He grabbed his leather jacket, pulling it over his pajama shirt, and shoving his keys and phone into the pocket. His other hand checked the left pocket, a sigh of relief passing his lips as he was thankful to have moved the heroin to his duffle bags. "You have garbage to take out."