There's Something Sweet


Sam walked outside, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. This had been one helluva day, and he was glad it was over. Right now he needed to get back to the motel and take a shower and most definitely sleep.

He walked over to the Impala, leaning on the hood and looking up at the sky, glad that for just a moment, there was peace. Grumpy had explained that Bobby was watching Psycho for the time being and had gone back to the warehouse once he was finished talking to Kat to make sure he stayed in one piece. Dean stayed by Kat's side, refusing to leave no matter what the nurses told him. And what could they do? Tell a federal agent that he can't stay with a key witness? (Ah, how we love those Winchester lies…)

He shut his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. It was then he heard the slow, ragged breathing behind him. He spun around, tensed and ready to kill whatever might be lurking.

What he saw was a bedraggled, beaten and bleeding man in the front seat.

"Cas!" He bellowed, rushing over and ripping the door open. The angel looked at him through half-lidded eyes, blood on his lips. "Cas, what the hell happened?"

"There…are some…hazards in being…banished like that," he whispered raggedly, shutting his eyes.

"Is, is there something I can do?" He stammered. Cas wearily shook his head.

"No, I'll…I'll heal." Suddenly he reached up, grabbing Sam's shirt with what strength he had. "Dean…you have, have to tell Dean that, that thing is loose, he-"

"Hey, hey, it's alright. We already know."

"Has…" He swallowed, stifling coughs. "Has he been detained?"

"Yeah, we've got him," Sam assured, looking at the blood drenching his friend. Castiel sighed, leaning his head back.

"Good. Is…is everyone alright?"

The younger Winchester hesitated. Should he really tell him what all was happening in his condition or should he wait?


"Kat, um, Kat got hurt. That's why we're at the hospital."

Cas looked through the windshield, eyes trying to focus. "I suppose we are." He shuddered, coughing and closing his eyes. He glanced at his friend. "I'm alright…"

"Yeah, sure," he scoffed. "That's why you're bleeding all over Dean's seats. He's gonna kill you." The angel shook his head.

"I'll…I'll clean it up." He took a shuddering breath. "Is…is Katherine alright?" Sam just looked at him. The angel closed his eyes, wincing. "Damn it," he hissed through gritted teeth. "I'll fix her," he promised. "I will."

"Cas, she'll be alright," he assured. "The doctors-"

"She's my sister, Sam," he grunted, eyes closed. "You and, and your brother seem to f-forget that." Sam laughed a little.


"I just need a moment," he breathed. "I'll be fine soon. I just…need to rest."

"I'll wait with you," he assured. Castiel smiled very faintly behind closed lids.

"Thank you, Sam."

He was grateful. Very much so. Because no matter how stoic the angel seemed, he needed his friends.

"How long do I have to stay here?" Kat groaned, forcing through her pain medication to stay awake. Looking at Dean was much more fun than sleeping, and the less time he had to sit and mull everything over and hate on himself, the better.

"Until the doctors say you can leave," Dean assured, having effectively kicked Sweetie out of his spot. She sighed, leaning her head back.

"This sucks. I want to go home. I want to eat food that doesn't taste like Styrofoam, I want my own damn clothes and I want to have awesome make-up sex with my boyfriend, damn it!" She growled. Dean smiled, laughing a little. He was still so weary from this whole ordeal. Kat could see it, obviously. She saw the weariness in his eyes, the droop in his shoulders.

"You need to get some sleep," he said, smiling through his dark circles. She took his hand, thumbing the calluses on his knuckles.

"You first," she retorted, looking at him through her lashes. He sighed.

"Are we really gonna play that game right now?" He chuckled. She nodded, smiling smugly. He shook his head, touching her cheek and standing. He kissed her forehead.

"Fine. I'll be right there on that couch, okay?" He assured.

"Oh, thank you, suh," she mocked in a southern-like accent, batting her lashes. "I declare, I don't know what I would do without a big, strong man to protect me." He rolled his eyes. "I know where the button is for the nurse, babe."

"I'm just letting you know I'm here," he said softly, looking down at the floor. She smiled tenderly, using strength she didn't have to reach out and squeeze his hand again.

"I know you are," she said in her hoarse and tired voice. "You're always there."

Oh, dear, I have something in my eye. No, no, don't worry, dearies, it's probably just the ocean trying to come out of my eyes. Sorry, it's been emotional telling this little tale and I suppose it's catching up to me.

Moving on…


Castiel was better by the next morning. He was able to stand with only a few scratches and quickly fading bruises left as evidence from that other realm. He'd explained what had happened to Sam, who'd turned green at the thought of his friend almost dying.

"And you go to weird places like that all the time?" He asked.

"Not like that specifically," he amended. "Some are, some are safer. I've been transported to a place where everything was made out of sponge cake."

Sam laughed, ignoring the curious look the angel was giving him.

"I need to heal Katherine," he said firmly, stalking toward the hospital.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sam said, jumping in front of him, holding his hands up to stop him. "You can't just barge into a hospital, Cas." He cocked his head, confused.

"I don't understand. Is there some sort of clearance you have to have prior to entering?" He asked.

"No, but you can't just walk through the halls to someone's room, okay?"

"Sam, I don't have time for this," he said, irritated.

"I know, I know. But it's either that or you have to deal with the police, and you don't do so well with normal people," he said. Cas's frown deepened.

"You and Dean aren't normal?" He asked.

"No, no we're not. Just, just come on."

He got past the front desk, assuring the nurse that Castiel was indeed Kat's brother, and was helped by Meredith coming over and hugging him.

"Oh, darling, thank goodness you're here," she said, squeezing him tight while Castiel remained stock still. "She's been asking for you."

"She has?" Castiel asked.

"Of course she has, you're her brother!" She sighed, righting his tie. She looked at the receptionist. "May he go see her, please? It'll only be for a moment."

The woman sighed, chewing the inside of her cheek for a moment. "Five minutes."

"Oh, thank you, dear," she looked back at Castiel. "Make it quick, darling." He nodded, frowning in confusion.

"Um, alright."

He went to her room, quietly stepping inside.

Dean sat up from his spot on the couch instantly, hand under the pillow his head had been resting against. "Cas," he sighed, releasing the gun handle. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Trying not to die," he said simply. Dean blanched.

"What happened?" He asked. The angel shook his head.

"It's not important now." He walked to Kat's side, reaching out to touch her forehead. Dean jumped to his feet.

"Wait!" He whispered harshly. He paused. "What are you doin'?"

"Healing her," he said, frowning. "Are you against this?"

"No!" He assured. "But…you can't heal all of her." Cas shook his head, confused.

"Why not?"

"Because that's too many questions for doctors to try and answer," he explained. "Just…heal the internal stuff. That's what's hurting her the most. Can you do that?"

Castiel looked between his friend and his sibling –more like half-sister, if I may say so-, debating what he should do. "But-"

"Cas, trust me, it's the best way to do this."

"If you say so," he said softly, placing his hand on Kat's forehead. She winced a little in her sleep, but otherwise stayed still. He removed his hand, now tired and weary again.

"There," he said, looking at Dean. "She'll recover much more quickly now."

Dean looked at him, nodding a little. Then, without warning, he hugged him, just drowsy enough to do so. Cas was taken aback for a moment, not used to this much human contact in one day. He mimicked his friend, hugging him back.

"Um, why are we embracing?" He asked. Dean jumped back and away from him, realizing how unmanly his actions were.

"Uh, I just, I appreciate it, dude," he said, nodding.

Reminder, readers, it was strictly a friendship hug, so don't get any ideas.

Cas gave another short nod before heading toward the door, unable to fly away. "Dean." The hunter turned. "Don't let that evil define you. That's not who you are." Dean half-smiled.

"I'll keep that in mind, Cas. Thanks." Another nod before he left, heading to the lobby. Dean brushed Kat's hair back, sitting in the chair beside her, so glad that this was almost over.

Castiel collapsed in a chair beside Deanne, who looked at him, worried.

"Cas, sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked.

"Tired," he mumbled, eyes closed.

"Are you alright? I was worried…"

"I'll be alright. And I understand that you're infatuated with me, but there's no need to worry. If anything you should worry about Dean for part of him showing a liking to men, me specifically," he grumbled, still not opening his eyes.

Smartass snorted a laugh, ignoring Deanne's scowl.

"It's not funny," Grumpy growled, punching his arm.

"Yes it is!" He blurted, doubling over. "Isn't this kind of thing called a bromance?"

"Ooh, la, la," Happy grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

"But she's a girl," Paranoia said pointedly.

"Which is exactly why you all should stop being so rude," Sweetie snapped.

"Thank you," Deanne pouted.

Sam shook his head, looking around. The other people in the waiting room were staring at what appeared to be a set of sextuplets and their sister bickering back and forth. He chuckled, understanding that this is what went on inside his brother all the time. This was his thought process in some way shape or form, and it even hurt him a little too see that despite the laughter and banter, Cry-Baby was still in the corner, head bowed, hands clasped together, sniffling.

What that meant, to him, was that no matter how happy Dean seemed to be, there was always that sadness, that pain and that self-loathing in the background, lingering. And behind that? An even darker, harsh voice that cut like a knife through the rest. That voice was hate, boiling anger and every inhuman thing he'd ever thought about doing to another human being. His brother had a darkness inside of him, but then again, so did Sam. And he knew that very well. As do we, dear readers.

Despite the sadness, despite the pain, despite the anger, Dean managed to smile. He laughed and he joked; he carried on day after day with all of that still in his head. That, ladies and gentleman, is why Sam Winchester admired his big brother so much. After everything that had happened to him, after Hell, after Famine, after everything that had happened this past year and the year before that and the year before that and so on, he could still smile.

Sam found himself smiling at this realization. He sat down beside Cry-Baby, his hand on his shoulder, not really understanding how that one little motion made Cry-Baby feel so much better.

"I can't explain it," the doctor had said, shaking his head. "It's like all of your internal injuries just, just vanished."

"Just lucky, I guess," Kat had remarked, smirking. Dean rolled his eyes.

They spent a good twenty minutes talking the doctor into letting her leave –mainly so Castiel could heal her fully and go on her merry way.

She hugged the angel when she saw him, kissing his cheek and thanking him at least a hundred times.

"You-you're welcome, Katherine," he said, uncomfortable. "Please stop doing that." She let him go, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"You know, I really hate hospitals and I was so worried I was gonna have to stay there for a really long time and that woulda sucked," she noted. He nodded.

"I…I've been doing nothing but hurt my family recently," he mumbled. "I thought I might as well help who I could." She hugged him again.

"Well, you're the best big brother ever, no matter what Sam says," she giggled.

That was a few hours ago. Now she was back at the hotel in a bed beside her very gorgeous, very happy and very nude boyfriend. She nuzzled her face against his chest, looking up at him.

"Someone feels better," he grinned, kissing her forehead.

"I feel great," she sighed, just looking at him. There wasn't a thing about his face that she didn't love. She loved how plump his lips were, that scar just above his chin, the freckles that dotted his nose and those big green eyes that just sparkled. That and those big ears of his. She grinned, kissing him. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said quietly, as if afraid to say it out loud.

"So…" she began, still looking at him, "what do we do now?"

"Wait 'til the rest of me goes away, then wait 'til something shitty happens. Ya know, the usual," he smirked.

Someone banged on the door.

"Kitty! Grumpy's threatening to kill me again!" Smartass whined.

Kat snuggled against him again, closing her eyes again. "Yep. The usual."

The end. Well, not really. There's still so much to talk about! But I think that's enough for tonight, my darlings. So go forth and venture to other stories and tales of the Winchester brothers. Just be sure to stop by again sometime because this next part is where things really get interesting.

Oh? What's that? OH! Psycho, yes, you'd like to know just where he is right now, wouldn't you? Yes, yes, well, Grumpy and Paranoia transported him –after thanking Bobby many times- back to the hotel where they proceeded to cuff him to the hide-a-bed in Grumpy, Smartass and Paranoia's room, gagged, mind you, for the rest of their term.

Does that answer your question, dear readers? Good. Ta ta for now, dearies.

Sorry? Oh, right, and they all lived Normally Ever After…for awhile.


-I just want to thank each and every single, solitary one of you that has read this, and a big shout out to everyone that's followed this since the beginning! There is a part four that will be coming out in an undetermined amount of time, so please keep your eyes out! Thank you all so much! God Bless you!-