Sam pulled Cas from the ground and dragged him to the sink.
“Come on, barf” he commanded.
“Leave me alone” Cas mumbled faint, his eyes closed. Sam turned to Meg. “Go get his toothbrush” he ordered. Meg ran upstairs and came back half a minute later, with the toothbrush.
“Open your mouth, Cas” Sam said sharp and urgent. Cas pressed his lips together, stubborn like a two-year old.
“Let me try something” Meg said and Sam took a step back, still supporting Cas. Meg took Cas’ face in her hands and kissed him. She then withdrew and drove the toothbrush in his throat. Cas gagged, coughed and tears came up in his eyes. He tried to free himself, but Sam tightened his grip and Meg drove the toothbrush further in his throat.
Cas gagged and brought his hand to his mouth. Sam let go of him and he puked in the sink.
“Why did you do that?” Cas said defeated, when he was done.
“Are you kidding?” Sam replied shocked. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“Yes” Cas snapped. He looked from Sam to Meg and back. “You don’t get it. You think I have some kind of illness, such as cancer, but that’s not what it is. I am dying, I can feel it, and whatever it is that’s killing me, it’s dragging it out. I just want it to be over with”
Meg took a napkin and cleaned off Cas’ mouth.
“I get that the pain is driving you to the point of despair” she started. “but there’s no way I’m letting you commit suicide. Not on my watch”