I SURVIVED THE DAY (Warning: Mention of Self Harm and drug use/drinking/smoking and overdose)

Dean's eyes widened, "Charlie had a brother?" Cas nodded, "She likes to pretend he never existed, especially after her parents died. The doctors said it was suicide, he overdosed on purpose." Dean then realized why Charlie looked so sad when he brought up Sam. "Dean?" Dean looked up. He then noticed Cas playing with the cuff of his trench coat, pulling it down. Dean grabbed Cas' wrist and pulled the cuff up a bit. There were scars everywhere. Cas yanked his wrist away and pulled the cuff down. Dean's eyes were wide. "W-why Cas?" Cas gave him a sad smile, he tapped the side of his head. "The drugs, they screwed up my hard drive and I have anxiety. They also say I'm clinically depressed but I think I'm an overall happy person. I know that's not how it works, depression is subtle, it waits till your guard is down to strike, I guess that's why it's the silent killer," he said with a shrug, "it's how I coped with Josh's death." Dean felt like crying, but he had to be strong. "You don't still do it, do you?" Cas shrugged, "On bad days." Dean grabbed his wrist gently and kissed the scars. "Be strong, as Sammy would say, always keep fighting." Cas nodded, "Thank you Dean." He fell asleep later, after taking some medication. Dean watched over him.

He rubbed circles in Cas' side, he was too thin. Dean shook his head, after the week that he's know Cas he had never seen him eat before. Cas woke up a few hours later.

"Cas?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you ever eat?"

Cas shrugged, "I just don't really feel like it."

"Are you starving yourself? Do you think you're fat or something cause you're not, even if you were what would it matter."

"Dean, I know I'm not fat, I weigh 110 pounds, technically I'm malnourished."

"That's not a good thing!"

"I know, I just, don't particularly like eating, I think it's kind of unnecessary."

Dean gave him a look, it said 'What the fuck man?!'

Cas just shrugged again. They talked a bit more and Cas promised to eat. Dean left around five.

When he got home Sam was waiting for him with an unamoosed face. "Why were you gone for so long?" "Relax Sammy, we can't all have no social life like you." "Dean this is a very serious conversation! We don't have time for any of your blah blah blah blah..." Dean tuned him out.

That night he got a text from Anna. She wanted to hang out tomorrow. She used a winky face. Ughh. He had to pretend to be her boyfriend. Des said he would meet her at her house.

It was gonna be a long week.

Angst anybody? No ok cuz idk how to write that. I think this was just a filler chapter so I could gather ideas. Bye poptarts!

- Ely