Would You Lie With Me?
A/N: This is my first Destiel fic, Taking place after the Leviathans. Based off of the song Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol. I noticed a lot of fics are based around Dean's perspective, so why can't we have how Castiel is going through it all? I had to cut this one short, but I promise I'll make it up to you! Reviews are always nice! Enjoy!
Dean didn't think he'd be able to handle it anymore. Sam had run off, yet again. Cell phones shut off. Dean needed time to think, he drove to the lake. The very lake he had lost Castiel in. Looking out onto the water, he sighed, sipping his beer. Just looking. Nothing more, nothing less. He was so lost in thought that he almost didn't notice a rough jerking in the water. Almost.
A hand. He just saw a hand. 'Someone's drowning!' he thought, ripping off his jacket, throwing down his beer and jumping in to try and save whoever it was. They mustn't have wanted to get saved because they put up one hell of a fight. When Dean finally got a hold on the poor person, he dragged them up to the water-front, tossing them to the ground, trying to catch his breath.
The person was in pretty bad shape breathing wise, but other than that they looked unscathed. Slightly unconscious, but unscathed. "Hey? Are you oka—Cas?". Dean collapsed next to the man, "Cas! Cas, can you hear me?.. Oh God.", Dean had just started to perform CPR when Castiel caught his arm, "Dean.. I'm fine…Cold but.." he began to sit up shakily. Dean rushed himself up in order to help up the angel. He wrapped an arm around Cas' midsection, and put his arm around his neck. As they made their way over to the Impala, Dean could feel how cold the angel really was.
Dean opened the passenger side door and Castiel slumped in. As he walked around onto the driver's side, he went in the back and grabbed something. When he actually sat in the driver's chair, he thrust it into Castiel's arms. "Here. This should keep you warm until I can get to a motel so I can fix you." Cas nodded and just wrapped himself in the jacket instead of putting it on correctly.
Luckily, it was a short drive to the nearest motel. He paid quickly and ignored the accusatory looks he got from the check-in lady. He led Castiel up to the room and helped him sit down. "Are you alright?..Nevermind. Tell me when you're better, for now take a shower and warm up. I'll figure out something to do with your clothes, you could probably fit into mine, so you could use them for a while." Cas only nodded and walked slowly to the bathroom, and disappeared behind it's door, leaving Dean alone to think this whole thing over.
'Ow.' That was the one word repeating itself in Castiel's head as he gotten undressed and started up the shower. There may not have been actual wounds, but his whole body ached. 'How long was I down there?' That was another thought that had crossed his mind several times. When Dean had handed him the jacket, it was dry, and it smelled like Dean. He must have had it for some time then?
The shower was oddly relaxing. Who would have thought that warm water would be so soothing to someone who had been in the water for Heaven knows how long? Castiel mostly stood in the water. Leaning against the wall and just letting the water run all over him. Sure he washed himself, but he relaxed most of the time.
After about forty minutes, he figured he was clean enough to go out into the room again. The water was shut off, and he got out, noticing clean clothes had been placed on the counter. Having put them on, Castiel learned that he and Dean did indeed be the same size in clothing. Well, almost the same. The jeans he was given were hanging loosely from his waist, but they held up for now. He had made sure that everything was in place before he left the bathroom.
He shut the door behind him and found Dean sitting on one of the beds with his head in his palms. "Dean?" Dean looked up and faked a smile. "Hey. You doing better?" he asked, turning to face Castiel. "Yes, a bit. I'm still sore, but I'm no longer cold." He sat down across from Dean, "You wanted to know how I was doing, right?" Dean answered with a worried nod. "Well, I don't remember much. Just walking into the lake. Then I started struggling, and you came." It was the truth after all. But something was still bothering him. Based on the way Dean reacted, he figured it was a while, but how long of a while? Dean looked stressed enough as it was, and now that he's more coherent, he realized Sam wasn't in the room. Nor was he in the Impala, or at the lake for that matter. Now he had two questions. "Dean?" Castiel asked slowly. "How… How long was I down there?"
