Black Rose
Cas is still in the asylum…Dean is almost to a breaking point…Sam is in recovery mode…in this time of crisis everyone seems to be getting closer. Not quite sure yet where I am going with this story so bare with me.(= (Dean/Cas)
Introduction:
Dean couldn't stand the pain of watching his brother toss and turn in the cold, and old motel room so he decided to go visit Cas. He grabbed his jacket as he stepped to the side of the bed placing a short, sweet kiss onto Sam's head. Making sure he had all he needed and left a note for Sam he headed out into the dark night ready to escape for a little drive with his thoughts and baby. The night air smelled of fresh rain and Dean rode with all the windows down breathing as if he'd never taken a breath before. He reached the hospital where they were holding Cas in an hour or so. Sighing he turned the car off. Pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the emotion that seemed to be overflowing in his veins. He heard the car give a slight groan as he got out and shut the door. The walk to the hospital door seemed long as he heard every foot step hit the ground. He reached the door, looking up to see Meg's face in a smirk. "You sure have a habit of coming at the most per curler times, Dean." "Shut up Meg!" Dean snapped. She took him to Cas's room and left.
There he was draped in white cotton. The angel who countless times saved his bacon. A single tear escaped the tightness of Dean's eye he quickly wiped it away. He sat quietly in the chair beside Cas's bed watching as Cas's chest rose and fell. He knew that Cas was finally resting, knowing he didn't really need it Dean still wouldn't dare disturb him. Even though he knew Cas's condition hadn't really gotten any better, there was a peace in the room he just couldn't understand. Dean's exhaustion had finally caught up to him and he let himself slip into a light slumber.