No, no Sam did not sleep. Not that he really expected to. He's pointedly not thinking about Sarah right now because if he thinks about Sarah he's going to lose all of his resolve and then her death will be for basically nothing. So instead he's doing what comes easiest to him and that's worry about Dean and his angel.

Which had turned out to be a mistake, but seeing as he couldn't make any headway with one idiot he thinks he'll try the other.

"What's going on with you and Cas?" He ignores Dean's question outright, and goes straight for what's bugging him. No sense dancing around the issue or building up to it. Dean won't be any more excited to talk about it.

Yep, closed down immediately, just about what Sam had expected. He comes in the room and takes a seat on the chair facing Dean's bed - the one on the blank side of the room that Sam has never and will never comment on. It's not his business. What is his business is what's happened while Dean was sulking.

"You sure about that? I mean I've had my share of arguments over the years but usually they don't end in bondage."

"At least I think that's what they usually call it when someone demands to be chained in a dungeon. If you have a better word for it I am all ears." And yeah it's ridiculous the way he is going about telling Dean this, but the whole fucking situation is so god damn ridiculous that Sam just doesn't have any proper means of expressing how irritated he is with both of them that they let it escalate to this level of stupidity. And Cas, the moron, had just been so bloody earnest and insistent that Sam had decided that it wasn't his angel, it wasn't his problem. He'd do what he wanted and then Dean could deal with it however he chose.

"He said he didn't know any other way to ensure that he couldn't be taken by the angels and couldn't fall back on any bad programming now that he's lost the angel tablet and leave and then demanded I lock him in the dungeon. Apparently those chains are angel-proof as well. I told him no, of course but then he started to get worked up so I figured it was better to just give him what he wanted."

Actually, Sam feels a little bit weird about this, like he's tattling on dad to mom or something - and he really, really doesn't want to examine how accurate that is.

Of course his brother's going to fly off the handle, because there's obviously no way that either of these idiots are going to respond calmly or rationally to one another. Sometimes he wishes they'd just get it over with. Bitch face firmly in place now, Sam crosses his arms.

"Look, Dean, obviously he's being an idiot about this but seriously? I know what he's put you through, god knows I know. But I also know that it's Cas and that he loves you, and that when you're afraid of losing something you act like a complete bastard - which in case you missed it, is what you're doing. So go down there, calmly, unchain him and work this out like adults not ... emotionally stunted teenagers on a daytime soap."

Sex dungeon? Sam isn't even going to touch that one with a ten foot pole. Nope. He sighs and stops behind his brother, fishing out the keys from his pocket.

"No, Dean. I just merrily agreed to lock him up for you in chains in our 'sex dungeon'. Of course I told him that." Okay, so maybe he was going to go there a little, but only in hopes of pointing out to Dean what he just said in case he missed in, and in hopes that he will get a damn clue already. He hands over the keys.

"I know it's hard for you to forgive when the people you care about mess up big, but you've gotta remember that I have the certainty of knowing you're still my brother when I mess up. Cas still looks at you like he can't believe you're real. His concept of family isn't the same as ours is, he's never had a friend before, and he's never had -" too much. "Well, you get the idea. Cut him a few breaks if he acts like he's fifteen and going through his first break up. What he's doing is obnoxious, and kind of stupid, but you can't say he's not trying."

"Seriously?" Sam blurts it out without asking because damn it, Dean. It's one thing to be oblivious to your own emotional melodrama, but surely he should know that - ugh no he shouldn't it's Dean.

"Maybe this is going out on a limb here, but ... you know you could always just ask him."

He's not trying to be cruel, really he's not, he just ... how can Dean not know? He sighs exhausted and runs a hand through his long hair, scratching his scalp.

"Well, if he doesn't know then you and he are the only ones that don't." He shakes his head and just ... it's his instinct to want to look after Dean, and try and help him through his emotional ... whatever - but at the same time it's not really his place to spell this shit out for Dean. "He wants the same thing you do."

He can't force his brother to do anything about it if he insists on being stubborn, but he's done what he can short of locking them in their together, which as tempting as it is would probably turn out to be a bad idea in the long run.

"Whatever you say, Dean. Look, you don't have to figure it out with me. It's him you've got to talk to. Just don't be a stubborn ass." He claps his brother once on the arm, gives him a supportive smile and then steps back.

"I'll be in my room."

Sam feels like crap, but he doesn't need to be fussed over the way that Dean wants to. He's half convinced that Dean's doing it at least in part to avoid dealing with his own shit. "I'm fine Dean. I can make it to my room by myself. Go deal with your angel."

He brushes him off, gently but firmly and then heads back the way they came out of sight.

"Dean," his voice sounds exhausted, as if Dean is missing a very obvious point. "I'm not suggesting this as a permanent solution. You said that I can't guarantee that I will stay, this way I can. I can't fall back on Naomi's programming and neither can she take me. I am doing this willingly, I want to be here. This is where I want to be."

He thinks about arguing and thinks about earlier and then the fight goes out of him. His stomach twists unhappily and gives his wrists over but turns his eyes away from Dean to look past him at the wall opposite. "You won't even let me try, will you?" He doesn't mean it to come out as sulky as it does but really Castiel is at the end of his patience. He can't take another year of this, he feels like he can't take another day.