Literature
A Spell Gone Wrong
Castiel sighs bitterly, rubbing his forehead. This is not what he had expected, damn, not in the slightest! A new headache, as if they had not been dealing with enough.
"Where is he?" the angel looks at the younger Winchester sorrowfully.
Sam shrugs. "In his room. Brooding."
"Which is understandable." Castiel looks at his hands with a trace of deep guilt on his face.
"Cas, it's not your fault," Sam begins.
"It is, Sam. I am the only one to blame for what has happened. If I'd only been more careful in deciphering the words -"
"But it'll only last for a day. Stop killing yourself over it. It's not like one of us died." Sam puts a hand on