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Dean and Cas were obviously close. Sometimes Sam felt like a third-wheel around them. He and Cas had a shaky start to their friendship at best, but he’d still consider Cas his best friend. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was actually close to Cas, or if it was because Cas was his closest friend by default. And by default Sam meant the only one that’d been alive this long.

It has been a long day. The nest of vampires had been a real pain in the ass to get rid of. They were sneaky and knew how to hide. The nest had finally been cleared, and Sam was making his way back to Dean. Dean was standing near the double doors of the warehouse. He turned to look at Sam. His eyes widened in alarm.

“Sam!” He shouted.

But he was too late. Sam was tackled to the ground so hard he got the wind knocked out of him. He struggled to breathe and fend off his attacker. Fangs filled his vision. He clawed at the vampire, doing his best to shove it off. But it was small and slipped through his grasp. Sam managed to see the glint of a knife before it came slashing towards his abdomen.

Pain. Sharp and hot. Dean finally reached them. He yanked the vampire by the hair and cleanly cut off its head. Dean turned to Sam. He immediately knelt down and put pressure on Sam’s wound.

Sam looked down. All he could see was blood. He couldn’t tell exactly where he’d been stabbed. This was bad. Something vital had been hit.

“Dean,” he managed.

Dean looked at him. “Stay with me.”

“I-I can’t. I think it hit me somewhere important.” Sam tried to grab Dean’s hand to take a better look.

“No. I’ll try and reach Cas.”

Sam nodded. He was losing blood fast. It was hard to see. Dean’s voice cut in and out. Sam only understood bits of what he was saying.

“...get your angelic ass over here...Sam needs you...I need you...Dammit!...He’s dying...”

None of it sounded good. Sam needed to get to a hospital. He tried to say so, but all that came out was, “”

Dean glanced down at the wound. He asked Sam something, but it was far away. He looked far away, too. Dean was disappearing. Sam reached for Dean. Why was he so far? Sam’s arm was far, too. It didn’t seem attached to his body. He felt like a puppeteer looking at a puppet’s hand reaching for Dean. He couldn’t even feel it when he touched Dean’s arm. Dean was asking him something again, but everything was fading to black.

Sam blinked. His eyelids were so heavy. He couldn’t remember why he had to keep his eyes open. That’s when he felt something burning near his stomach. He looked down in alarm. He saw someone touching him. His vision began to clear. Cas was right in front of him. He had a hand on Sam’s injury and one in his shoulder. His eyes were filled with concern.

“Sam, can you hear me?” the angel asked.

Sam nodded.

Cas looked back down at Sam and removed his hand. He inspected the area before saying, “You lost a lot of blood. You’re lucky I got here when I did. How do you feel?” He still had his other hand on Sam’s shoulder.

Sam cleared his throat. “I think I’m ok.” He attempted to stand.

“Be careful,” Cas warned and put his free hand around Sam’s waist to help stabilize him.

“You sure you’re good, Sammy?”

Sam turned to see Dean standing just behind Cas. Dean was looking at Sam’s stomach.

“Yeah,” Sam answered. He stepped back from them both, and Cas stopped touching him. Sam lifted his shirt. He looked good as new. “I guess I’m just shaken up. Didn’t see that coming.”

“Me either,” Dean agreed. “Could’ve sworn we cleared this place.

Later that evening, Sam grabbed a beer and went outside. To his surprise, the motel room they were at had a balcony. Sam leaned against the railing and looked at the setting sun and took a sip of beer. He shouldn’t have gotten hurt today. That was too close. He had to be more careful. He couldn’t let a simple hunt like that take him out. He couldn’t imagine what it would do to Dean...

“How are you feeling?”

Sam jumped. He hadn’t heard Cas appear next to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t intend to surprise you.”

“It’s okay,” Sam replied.

Cas looked at Sam, his eyebrows drew together in worry.

“Is something wrong?” Sam asked.

“How did you get injured earlier today?”

That seemed strange. Sam was pretty sure Dean told him what happened. “I was stabbed by a vampire.”

Cas just turned thoughtfully away to stare at the sunset.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“You usually don’t get injured that badly by creatures you’re accustomed to. I want to make sure everything is alright.”

“I’m fine, Cas, I promise.”

“So, it won’t happen again?”

Sam didn’t know why he was being so pushy. He sighed. “Yeah, Cas. It won’t happen again.” Sam took a quick swig of beer. “Why are you asking?”

“I know I’m not always there for you and Dean like I was today. I need to know you’ll be fine when I’m not there. I can’t lose you.”

Sam stared. That wasn’t what he was expecting. Frankly, he didn’t think Cas cared about him that much. “Oh.”

Cas studied Sam. It was like he was inspecting a hundred dollar bill to see if it was real. He seemed to find whatever it was he was looking for, and turned his gaze back to the sunset.

“So, uh,” Sam began, “what did Dean say?”

“What do you mean?” Cas asked.

“Well, I assume you were speaking with Dean before you came out here.”

“No, I came to see you.”

“Oh.” Sam felt stupid repeating that.

“You seem surprised.”

“No,” Sam lied. He felt bad that he didn’t think Cas would care about him when he clearly did.

Cas gave him a look. He didn’t believe Sam’s answer. “You’re my friend, Sam. I know Dean and I are close, but you mean a lot to me, too. I’m closer to you than I am, or ever was, to any angel.”

That’s when Sam realized how close they really were. Cas saw a side to Sam very few people ever saw. Even then, Cas knew many of Sam’s secrets he wouldn’t even tell other Hunters. Sam hardly let people get as close to him as Cas was. Besides, Sam had a tendency of getting the people he cared about the most killed, so he had stopped trying to get close with people. Cas had somehow managed to get past that.

“I guess we are pretty close,” Sam admitted. “You know, I think if we met under normal circumstances, we still would’ve been friends. Like, if I met you at college, I would’ve liked you back then, too.”

A faint smile tugged at Cas’ lips. “I think we have more in common than both of us have with Dean.”

Sam laughed. “You mean you don’t like hearing the same songs every time you’re in the car with him? Or hanging out in seedy bars while he flirts with the waitress the whole time?”

“I’ve never seen him enjoy himself doing anything else.”

Sam laughed again. Dean would kill them both if he knew what they were saying, but there wasn’t any malice behind it. It was like teasing a family member.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Sam.”

“I wouldn’t be without you. Thanks, Cas.” He knew Dean would call this a chick flick moment. But Dean wasn’t here. And sometimes it’s nice to enjoy the chick flick moments.