"Absolutely not," he frowned, shaking his head as he glanced at the door where Dean and Sam were about to head out on a hunt.

"They're not well enough to go," Castiel's voice was firm, but wavered a little at the end.

You were perfectly fine, pretty fit, actually. Like always.

"They can stay," he suggests, "with me," Honestly? He was scared.

So, so scared of losing you again. And he didn't even realise it.