Yet another fic set after 10x22, when Sam finds Cas.

"Dean!" Sam called, stepping out of the car and making his way towards the bunker. "De-!"He stopped, seeing the door to the bunker off its hinges. Starting to run he called out the name again, desperately needing to know how the bunker had been violated in this way.

He stopped on the threshold, leaning back against the wall, his legs unwilling to support his whole weight. For one, books were piled up in some mockery of a pyre, and Sam felt heady as he realised that he had almost lost his third home to fire too. But the almost was important – from this angle Sam could see two bodies decorating the floor and something – Dean? – must have stopped them.

Taking a breath he moved down the stairs, assuming by the stillness of the bunker that there was no longer a threat to be had. Now closer he could see that one of the bodies was only a boy, who could not have been more than 20. The other, he was unsurprised to see, bore the tattoo of their most recent enemy, the Stynes. Spotting a third he began to go to check it out, before the fact that this one was wearing a trench coat sunk in and he hurried to reach the angel's side.

"Cas!" he breathed, urgently, shaking his shoulders and patting his face gently in an attempt to wake him up. Cas was bleeding sluggishly from various wounds, he was pale and cold. It did not occur to Sam that the angel blade stuck in a book was not bloody; his only thought was the panic of losing yet another.

"CAS, Cas, wake up" he hissed, urging the other man to respond. "C'mon, Cas, I know you're not- you're alive, you gotta be alive, just wake up goddammit!"

But Cas remained motionless and Sam… Sam didn't know what to do. Suddenly convinced that his friend was dead, bile rose in his throat, and looking around he was glad to find that the chaos in the bunker had led to the trash can being placed only metres from him. He was promptly sick, any emotion that he had repressed upon seeing Charlie's body for Dean's sake rising to the surface again, and with no-one to hold it back for this time, he vomited again.

Thoughts raced through his mind like bees swarming. How would he tell Dean that his best friend had also been murdered by the Stynes because Sam had asked Cas to keep a eye on him? God – how would he tell Claire that he'd let Cas be killed? She'd lose the little faith she'd had in them and might leave Jody's and do something stupid on her own and it would all be on Sam.

So wrapped up in his own thoughts was he that he did not notice Cas' wounds drying up, nor did he see Cas' eyes slowly opening. He started when he heard his name being uttered.

"Sam?"

Sorry for any inconsistencies. What's up with Cas will be explained next chapter. Please review if you liked it! :D

Thanks for reading xx