p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="color: red;"They couldn't even give him his own room. This was all that Castiel remembered thinking when he finally arrived at the hospital. Dean had saved the world more time than he could count, yet he had to share a room. Where was the justice in that? You fight and you fight and you lose everything that has ever meant anything to you, just to be rewarded with some old guy who snores so loud you can barely hear yourself think. Just more proof on the unfairness that is human life./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""I am sorry that it took me so long to get here," Castiel whispered over a sleeping Dean. He had completely become human a little over three years ago. He had finally chosen Dean over everything else. Dean needed him and maybe he needed Dean just as much. That just meant that it took him longer to do things. He could not just pop in and out of nowhere. Worst of all, he could no longer heal Dean. He chose Dean and now he was losing him. Had he made the wrong decision?/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""He hasn't really been awake much today," A familiar voice stepped in, startling Castiel just a bit. "I think he is just trying to save as much energy as he can."/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"Castiel looked up from Dean and gave a smile to Grace, Dean's main nurse. She was not really the main nurse, she just seemed to always be the one who was here whenever Castiel was around. Dean had been here for three months, working to get better. Castiel wanted to be by his side but he used his time to search over the earth for answers. Being an ex-angel did not seem to give him an advantage. He was still empty handed and Dean was still dying./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""He is stubborn," Castiel stated very matter-of-fact. He knew that Dean was dying and as much as he did not want it to be true, it was going to happen, no matter how hard he fought at this point. Castiel wished he still believed that things work out but he had lost faith the day he lost his wings./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""That is good," Grace smiled, checking Dean IVs. "The stubborn ones fight the hardest. If anyone can make miracles happen, my money is on the stubborn ones."/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""No one is there to make them," Castiel said in a deep voice, his eyes sadly wondering over Dean's limp body./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""Excuse me?" She turned her attention to Castiel, cocking her head to the side questioningly./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""Miracles," Castiel looked back up at her, his blue eyes distant and sad. "There is no one there to make them anymore."/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"Grace did not respond to him, unsure of what one would even say to something such as that. She believed in her faith but she also knew that Castiel was going through a hard time right now and that everyone grieved differently. So she simply offered him a smile, rested her hand on his shoulder for a brief moment and then excited the room./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""No one is there," Castiel said to himself once more, his eyes filling with tears. That was probably the worst feature of being human. He hated the tears./p
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