Open Your Eyes
"Dean!"
The strangled cry escaped Castiel's lips as he watched the hunter fall to the floor, blood leaking from his mouth. The blade stuck out from Dean's chest, the hilt, with its metal fixings, glinted as if it were laughing manically.
Castiel felt his last drop of hope slip from him as the hunter stayed where he had fallen, unmoving. There was no response to his cry.
In its place, he felt a burning anger, a fiery ball in the pit of his stomach which spread outward to every part of his body, forcing him to move, to stand from where he had been pushed.
The once angel rushed the monster that had done the slaying, a blade not unlike the one that had been turned on Dean in his hands. He watched with joy as the lights went out in the demons eyes, and its body slumped to the ground.
He stood over the body for what seemed like eternity, unable to get away from the fire that held him fast to the spot. That was, until he heard a cough from Deans direction.
The severity of the situation returned to him, and Castiel rushed to the downed hunter's side. He lifted his upper body, cradling it against his own as he felt tears welling in his eyes.
He looked down at the face of Dean, the one person who truly cared for him since he had fallen. The bastard had the nerve to smile as Castiel gaze down at him through eyes swimming with tears.
He laughed, which caused more blood to speckle his lips as he coughed it up, his body convulsing in a coughing fit. Castiel whispered comforting words to the hunter until he ceased to convulse.
"You are going to be alright Dean, just fine." Castiel whispered, unable to keep the tears at bay any longer. They splashed across Dean's face as his eyelids slowly begun to slide shut.
Castiel's hand found Dean's and he grabbed it, squeezing as if the pressure would keep Dean from fading away before him.
"You can't go Dean." Castiel barely chocked out around the lump in his throat. His eyes flickered to the blade in Dean's chest, then back to Deans face, a crazy idea occurring to him.
Maybe if he pulled the weapon out, Dean would be able to live. He knew deep down that it wouldn't help, but in his crazed mind he didn't want to think about losing the person who had taught him what it meant to be human.
He propped Dean's top half on his legs, the hand that wasn't holding his moving slowly toward the hilt that stuck out of the man's chest. That was when he noticed that Dean's eyes had closed.
"No." he whispered, that one syllable filled with enough loss for a hundred thousand losses as he looked upon the face of his hunting partner, his lover, his true friend. He was dying, and there was nothing Castiel or anyone else could do.
Wait. That was it! Someone else could do it! And then Castiel began to pray. No, not to his father, but to the one higher being that would even consider helping him.
The flutter of wings signaled his arrival, and what he found almost broke his heart. His little brother, once so strong and stubborn, was cradling the body of Dean Winchester.
"Gabriel, you have to help me." Castiel whispered, unable to tear his eyes from Dean's face. The normally sarcastic, joking, impervious to surprise Archangel was stunned by the lost whisper that reached his ears.
He felt his heart break for his little brother as he approached, eyeing the body of the dead demon before crouching down next to Castiel. That was when he saw the blood. It was everywhere.
The majority of it had pooled on the ground, but some of it saturated Castiel's clothing where Dean rested against him, and it covered the young fallen angel's hands as well.
"There is only so much I can do, little bro." Gabriel spoke quietly, his eyes moving to Castiel's face which was speckled with blood no doubt from the demon.
"Just do it damn it!" Castiel yelled, his eyes beginning to blaze with desperation as they turned on the Archangel.
"I can't live without him, Gabriel! I need him and he needs me! But…I can't do anything to help him! I'm worthless…..Just please, help him…please…" Castiel began strong, a bit of the old proud angel shining through, but then his voice began to quiver and shake, before the tears cascaded down his face.
Gabriel nodded silently, his eyes moving from the broken and sobbing ex angel to the dead hunter cradled in his arms. He grabbed a hold of the hilt sticking from his chest, pulling it out slowly with a sick slurping sound.
Then, he touched the wound and it healed instantly. But Dean did not stir. Castiel looked up to Gabriel, silent tears running down his questioning face.
"Like I said, I can only do some much with this. You have to give him a reason to live." Gabriel said simply, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes conveying how sorry he felt that he couldn't do more. Castiel seemed numb to everything as he turned to Dean, then leaned down to his ear.
"Dean," he whispered, "You have to wake up. Please, just open your eyes. I need you to open your eyes. I love you, and I can't live without you. Please, please tell me you'll open your eyes. Please, just open them, live, and I will never ever leave you. I'll never let anything happen to you again, I'll always protect you. So please, for me, just open your eyes!" Castiel whispered pleadingly in a broke voice as he clutched at Dean's body.
Gabriel watched the whole thing transpire. After Castiel finished, he was wishing against all hope that it would work, that Dean wouldn't leave little Castiel all alone in this world. He truly was the only thing Castiel had, besides Sam and Bobby.
Castiel waited, crying silently, needing Dean to open his eyes, just look into his eyes so he could see the truth in Castiel's words. He wanted nothing more than to see the fires blazing in his eyes again, to hear his voice, to hold his hand, anything and everything he could think of.
Nothing seemed to happen as the minutes slowly crept by.
"Please." Castiel continued to beg in his mind, hoping against all odds that Dean would come back to him.
"Please come back to me." Castiel whispered, almost inaudibly, his eyes closed as he wished with all of his might.
"Never left." Came the rough reply, and Castiel's eyes flew open. Dean lay in his lap, his beautiful green hazel eyes smiling up at him.
A/N; So, what did you think? I wrote this in one sitting, so if it's not good I'll understand. It only took me about, oh I'd say a half hour to write this? Lol and I was listening to Snow Patrol, in case any of you catch that when you read this. I just couldn't help myself! ;D I think the ending could use a little bit more, but I'm not exactly sure :\ Anyway, thanks or reading ;D