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Dean was shocked by the desperation in the angel’s voice when he asked what he could do. He opened his mouth to answer but quickly closed it when he realized he didn’t know the answer himself. He frowned as he thought about it. He realized that Sam must have thought Cas could help otherwise he wouldn’t have contacted him. He stared at Cas knowing that he wanted an answer, “Just be here,” he told him, shrugging helplessly, “That’s what you can do, that’s what I need you to do.”

Castiel stared at Dean after he told him what he could do; he could tell what he had just admitted was a big deal so he didn't want to say the wrong thing. "Just be here," he repeated, nodding, "I can do that," he told him, taking a step forward, "If that's what you want me to do."

Dean frowned and looked down at the ground, “You don’t understand, this isn’t something you can fix. You can’t heal me; you may be able to heal a broken bone or even cure someone from cancer but you can’t make these thoughts go away,” he explained, hoping that would be enough for Cas to understand. He was so going to yell at Sam for contacting Cas about this. What was his brother thinking? He should’ve known that Cas couldn’t help him with this problem. He should’ve known that it would be difficult for the angel to even understand what was wrong.

Castiel continued to stare at Dean after he explained, trying to process what he had said, trying his best to understand. "I," he shook his head, trying to find the right words, "What can I do?" he asked, needing to know how he could help. If he couldn't heal Dean then what could he do? There had to be a way he could help, he couldn't possibly be useless. Maybe he could do as he did for Sam. He would do what ever he could to help his friend; he just needed to know what it was he could do.

Dean wasn’t at all surprised that his brother had gone as far as contacting Cas about what had been going on lately. He had told Sam that he would be fine and even agreed to take a couple weeks off from hunting just to make his brother feel better. “I’ve been having some sleeping problems lately,” he explained, shrugging as if it was no big deal, “Let’s just say purgatory caused a bit of damage,” he caught a look of worry on his friend’s face and quickly reassured him, “But I’m fine, I’m just going through a bit of a rough patch. It’s nothing some alcohol and a short break from hunting cant fix.”

"I can heal you," Cas reminded him, he figured his friend must have some how forgotten that he had the power to heal humans, "Just tell me what needs to be fixed so you can sleep again," he was still confused, he didn't understand what kind of damage Dean was talking about.

Dean jumped a bit at the sound of his friend’s voice, “Dammit, Cas how many times do I have to tell you to stop randomly appearing?” he asked, standing up from the bed to make things less awkward, “What if I was indecent?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and cocking his head just a bit to the side but not as drastically as Cas.

He crossed his arms, “Maybe because I’m not sick or injured?” he informed him, “What made you think I was sick? Did Sam prank call you?” he asked, grinning a bit at the idea of Sam prank calling Castiel.

"I apologize, I was informed that this was some sort of emergency," he explained, still staring at Dean as if he would suddenly realize why Sam seemed so worried about his brother when he was praying to him. "Sam is worried about you but I can't seem to figure out why." he straightened his head again, "Something does seem a bit off," he was trying his best to figure out what was wrong so that he could heal his friend. "Have you been feeling alright, Dean?" he asked, just to make sure.

Castiel had just finished healing an infant from an illness doctors had looked over when he heard Sam Winchester's prayers. Sam had simply informed him that his brother was sick and needed him. He assumed that meant Dean had gotten roughed up a bit during one of their cases and needed to be healed. With out a second thought he went straight to Dean. He appeared in the hotel room and spotted his friend who was laying in bed and switching through the channels on the television.

He cleared his throat to get his attention, "Dean," he greeted, "You don't appear to be sick or injured," he told him, cocking his head to the side in confusion as he stared at Dean who looked perfectly normal and not at all ill.