AN: So...um this is just something that I had to get out of my head and I really didn't know what to do with it and I really don't know what say about it so I'm gonna stop talking now.

Sam could tell that Cas was getting better at lying by the way that he was hiding a wince with every step he took. That and the fact that the angel's left arm was now supporting his right side-the side with the broken wing. He honestly looked to Sam like he shouldn't be walking or doing anything else for that matter.

Looking down at the path in front of him Sam noticed to his dismay that Cas' wing was beginning to drag limply behind in the snow, creating a trail. Cas clearly had no energy left to keep it up off the ground. The amount of pain that was surely causing him made Sam shudder. How was Cas still walking?

As if the universe had heard his thought Cas suddenly went limp and collapsed into the billowing snow.

"Cas!" he and Dean shouted, simultaneously rushing to the fallen form.

The astonishingly blue eyes gazed up at the brothers with pain.

Dean leaned in close so he could be heard over the roar of the wind. "Cas, buddy, come on man. You have to keep going."

"Dean...I-" he tried.

"We need to stop Dean. He's not going to survive much longer like this." Sam said, his worried undertone clear.

"Where can we possibly stop Sam?! In case you didn't notice, we're in the middle of a frigging BLIZZARD, miles away from anything even close to resembling and ideal place to 'stop'!" Dean shouted, his anger at their situation burning.

As Dean returned to comforting Cas Sam stood and looked around for anything, a cave, a large fallen tree, anything to take shelter in, but it was impossible to see anything but the nearby trees through the storm.

By now the cold wind was biting through even Sam's thick coats and gloves and he was beginning to wonder if they would all die out here after everything they had been through. It was amazing that they always fell into the worst kind of desperate situations like this ALL THE TIME. Curse their dumb luck.

Gazing for the fifth time at their hopeless surroundings, Sam almost missed the small dark shape that emerged above the tree line. It looked like a bird from what he could tell. He continued to gaze at it until the wind and snow let up enough for him to make out a more defined shape. Now it appeared to be some kind of large lump situated on the top of a small drop off, maybe even-no...could it really be a building? Sam strained his eyes and made out what was indeed a man-made structure of some kind and more importantly, somewhere they could take Cas.

"Dean!" Sam shouted pointing, " There's a building over there about 30 yards away and up a cliff!"

Dean let his eyes leave Cas for a moment to wander toward where Sam was pointing. Seeing the building he motioned to Sam to help him get Cas up.

Sam immediately bent down, and being careful not to jostle the broken wing, took Cas' arm and placed it around his shoulder. Dean copied his actions on the angel's opposite side. Together they lifted him. Cas, only semi conscience, winced when pressure was put on the side if his broken wing. He tried to stand on his own, but it was too much effort for his exhausted body and he let his weight drop onto the two brothers, his head dropping.

"Holy crap Dean! He's doing a lot worse than I thought!" Sam said witnessing this.

"I know." Dean replied, grim-faced.

"Is he going to be able to make it that far?" Sam asked as they began walking. Cas was half walking and half being carried by the two of them.

"He's going to have to."

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