Sam opened the door to the men’s room and saw Cas sitting on the cold stony floor. Sam rolled his eyes, thinking Cas was being dramatic again, and he walked towards him. But when he’d reached him he noticed Cas’ eyes were closed.
Sam bent through his knees and touched Cas’ shoulder. “Cas? Wake up, dude” he said.
Cas slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sam. “I passed out, I think”
“Yeah” Sam replied. He threw Cas’ arm over his shoulder and helped him stand up. But the moment Sam let go of Cas, Cas grabbed his stomach and gasped for air. He bent through his knees and collapsed.
“Cas!” Sam exclaimed in panic. He ducked and slapped Cas’ face. As his hand came in contact with Cas’ skin he felt how Cas was burning up. He pulled out his phone and sent a tax to Dean. Dean came rushing into the men’s room as soon as he’d read the tax.
“What’s wrong?” he asked nervous.
“I don’t know” Sam replied. “He just…collapsed. He’s getting sick, Dean”
Dean looked from Sam to Cas, who was unconscious. He then searched his pockets and conjured his key, which he threw at Sam. “Go start the car. I’ll take care of Cas”
Sam ran outside of the men’s room, trying not to draw too many attention from the customers and the waitresses.
Dean threw Cas’ arm over his shoulder and dragged him out of the men’s room. The customers all gazed at the pair, but none of them stood up to help.
After what seemed like an eternity Dean reached the entrance. Sam had parked the car right in front of it and he stepped out of the car to go help his brother.
They laid Cas on the backseat. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat Weiter to him.
“Where are we taking him? The hospital?” Sam wanted to know.
“No. The hospital will ask questions” Dean said. “How are we going to explain he still doesn’t have any legal papers?”
“Dean” Sam objected. “He could be really sick. We don’t know what’s wrong with him”
“Going to a hospital is asking for trouble” Dean refused. He pushed the accelerating pedal and drove full speed ahead.