Angels in California
Pt. 1
Dean was crawling across the filthy motel room, trying to make it to the bed where his phone was. He was breathing heavily and whimpering, trying to hold his blood inside his failing body to no avail. He was dying and he was scared. And Dean Winchester was rarely ever scared. He wished Sam were here, but he was no doubt off with Ruby, and no one else was around to help him. To save him.
He curled in on himself just before he reached the phone. And he felt rather than heard the flutter of wings.
"Dean are you…
Oh Dean."
The voice was rough but panicked, and he recognized it immediately.
"Cas…" He was barely able to choke out, blood now falling from his pale lips, before he lost consciousness completely.
Dean woke up to the sound of Castiel's voice, and he was comforted by it immensely. He sat up but instantly regretted it. Cas's hand lay on his chest, grounding him.
"Easy."
Dean smiled up at the figure before him. And without even thinking, still afraid of dying, he said the four words that were always on his mind.
"I love you, Cas."
"You'll be okay, Dean."