Baby Brother

Motel

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

Dean and Sam sat in their hotel room cleaning their guns when the sound of fluttering wings caused them to look up.

"Cas?" Dean said, shocked. It's not that he was shocked to see the angel; it was the condition the angel was in. Castiel was swaying dangerously where he stood; is face was pale, he was sweating and trembling, and there was a steady trickle of blood coming from his nose as well as covering his clothes.

"Dean, Sam," Cas rasped and collapsed forward.

"Cas!" Dean shouted as he jumped forward to catch his friend before he hit the floor, "Sam help me get him on the bed." The brothers pulled Cas onto the bed and Sam to get the first aid kit from the car.

"Cas? Can you hear me?" Dean asked and the angel groaned, but did not pen his eyes, "Come on Cas, wake up." Nothing.

"How is he?" Sam asked as he came back into the room.

"I can't get him to wake up," Dean said, "Help me get his coat off." They pulled the trench coat off and Dean threw it on the other bed. They hot his shirt off him and Sam threw it on the floor, knowing the blood had ruined it beyond salvation. When he turned back he saw his brother's face had gone pale and, looking down at the angel between them, he saw why. Castiel's chest was torn apart and bloodied. The flesh was mutilated and just looking at it made Sam feel sick. He looked up at his brother and could see the wet look in his brother's eyes.

"Hey," Sam said and Dean looked up, "He's gonna be fine, okay?" Dean nodded and Sam handed him a towel and Dean gently started cleaning up the blood. They cleaned the wounds and dressed his chest with bandages. Cas remained unconscious the whole time and when they finished with his chest they started on his other injuries. As Dean cleaned up a wound on his leg, Sam held a thermometer under Cas' tongue.

"104.5," Sam said and Dean cursed.

"He's an angel, he doesn't get sick, especially not this sick," Dean said, "We need help."

"Bobby's?" Sam suggested.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "I'm gonna try to get his temperature down, can you call him?" Sam nodded and got off the bed. He grabbed a wet cloth and handed it to Dean who started wiping down Cas' face while Sam took his phone outside.

"Come on Cas," Dean pleaded, "I need you to wake up man. I need you." Cas didn't move.

"Bobby said we can bring him there," Sam said.

"Alright good," Dean said gruffly, "Let's get our stuff packed up and head out." They packed quickly and Sam pulled the car up front. They got Cas into the back seat and Sam held out his hand expectantly.

"What?" Dean asked and Sam looked at him knowingly.

"I'll drive, go get in the back seat with Cas," Sam said.

"What? No, I'll drive," Dean protested weakly.

"Dean," Sam said and Dean gave in without further argument, hanging over his keys and getting in the back.

Alright, so this is my first Supernatural fic that isn't a one-shot. The characters may be slightly OOC, especially the angels, but I feel like they would act different around each other just like Dean is different around Sam.

I have this whole thing written out already so I'm gonna be typing it and uploading it this weekend! Thanks for reading!