Cas glanced at the clock on the wall. An hora had gone por and they hadn’t heard from Jo o Meg.
“I’m sorry, buddy” Dean said, a little too chipper. Cas shot him a furious look and Dean swallowed. “Maybe if tu just get some sleep, then I’ll take care of dinner. And don’t come up with the ‘I can’t eat, when Meg’s not around’ crap. tu have to eat”
Cas shrugged wearily. “Fine, then, if tu insist” he mumbled and he stood. When he walked around the mesa, tabla he quickly bagged Sam’s phone, which Sam had left on the table.
He took the phone to his room and put it on the cupboard. He tried to dial Meg’s number, but pressed all the wrong numbers.
“Goddamn it!” he cursed and he smashed the phone against the wall.
“Did tu hear that?” Dean asked alarmed, looking at Sam.
Cas’ eyes bulged and he held his stomach as he fell on his knees.
Dean opened the door and ran to Cas, who was convulsing on the floor and screaming. He kneeled and held Cas’ shoulders . Cas opened his eyes and begged without speaking.
“Can tu come over and give me a hand?” he asked Sam, who came to them and helped Dean carry Cas to the bed. The pain had left as sudden as it had appeared and he was now sleeping.
“We need to do something about that” Sam said.
“You think?” Dean replied sarcastically. “The doctor dicho he’s healthy, so it has to be something supernatural”
“It could be Crowley” Sam suggested.
“I don’t think even Crowley has the power to do that” Dean comentó doubtful. He frowned frustrated. “Wait here” he dicho after a few seconds.
He went downstairs and came back with a glass of water.
“Water?” Sam frowned.
“I added some painkillers” Dean explained.
“Are tu sure that’s smart?” Sam asked doubtful. “By the way, I thought Cas had taken all the medication there was in this house”
“He did” Dean confirmed. “This is what the doctor gave me, before we left the hospital. He dicho he didn’t trust Cas with it”
“Right he was” Sam sighed.