A/N: So this is my very first fic... So I am pretty nervous about this, but I am hardcore Destiel and dedicated to making this as believable and fantastic as possible. Constructive criticism and comments are welcome. I'm not sure how fast I will be uploading chapters, but I will go as fast as I can while still maintaining quality writing... I will upload chapters as I finish them, which has been about one a day. Not sure how long this will be, I'm just kinda seeing where it takes me :)
Dean is jolted out of sleep to the sound of ringing. Sam groans loudly as Dean looks to the clock on the nightstand- 3:14 A.M. He picks up his phone and see's 'Cas' light up on the caller ID. If it were anyone else, he thinks.
"What?" he answers, still groggy from sleep. He hears a grunt on the other end of the line and Castiel inhales shakily.
"Dean." Cas says weakly. "Something's happened. Something's gone wrong, I can't-" Cas cuts off and he hears more groaning in the background.
"Cas? Cas, you there? What happened?" Dean asks getting out of bed. A cold fear settles into his heart as he waits for a reply, and Sam sits up and looks at him, concerned.
"I am going to lose consciousness now Dean, goodbye" The line goes dead and Dean is already in action, tossing his things into his duffle and shoving on his pants.
"Come on Sammy, get up. Do we still have the GPS on Cas's phone?"
Sam blinks back the cobwebs from sleep, the fear in Dean's voice driving him to sit up. "Yeah, is he alright?"
Dean zips up his duffle and grabs the keys to the Impala and looks at Sam. "I think he's been hurt. Bad."
Sam looks confused. "But he's an angel, he'll just heal himself."
Dean shakes his head. "He said something's wrong. He passed out, Sammy."
"Shit." Sam jumps out of bed and grabs his own bag. "Let's go."
Dean nods at him and they head out the door.
The GPS leads them to an abandoned farmhouse about an hour away from where their motel was. They grab flashlights on their way out of the Impala and shine them towards the fields. Dean cringes as the flashlight illuminates the scene. It looks like a warzone. There are fragments of tractors strewn throughout the field, singed earth and soot covering the barn and equipment. Puddles of blood saturating the crops, painting the scene and filling Dean with dread. Bodies of fallen angels were scattered throughout the chaos. Sam and Dean searched the field, shining a light on each face, trying to find the one with the brilliant blue eyes staring back at them.
Dean is looking into the face of yet another unknown angel when Sam calls out. "Dean! Over here."
Dean grabs his flashlight and books it over to where Sam is kneeling.
"Cas?" Dean calls. As he gets closer he sees the large puddle of blood coming from a large stab wound that Sam has covered with his shirt, in the angel's stomach. He's not moving Dean realizes as he kneels down next to him. "Cas!" he says again grabbing his trench coat and hauling him into a sitting position.
"He's still breathing, but you're right, he's not healing," says Sam going to hold him up from behind.
Dean reaches his hand out and slaps Cas in the face. "Come on buddy, time to wake up, time to go."
"You got any water to pour on his face or something?" Sam asks, looking worriedly to Dean.
Dean pulls a flask out of his back pocket and sprinkles it on Castiel's face. "Come on Cas, wake up. WAKE UP!"
Castiel makes a small noise and twitches away from the stream of whiskey onto his face. He opens his eyes and takes in the scene.
"Cas?" Dean asks. "You in there?" The angel stares blankly at him.
"I am Castiel, angel of the lord, and you will unhand me now." Castiel tries to stand up and winces as the wound in his chest starts to bleed again. He looks down and sees the blood coming from under Sam's hands. "What have you done to me? Why am I not healing? Witches..." Castiel is panicking now, trying to move away from the brothers, and failing miserably under the blood loss. "Witches have no power over the lord!" Cas's hand reaches up to Dean's face, as if trying to smite him, only to find that he can't- causing the angel to panic further.
Dean grab's Castiel's hands and steadies him, "Hey Cas. Cas, look at me!" He turns the angel's face towards his own. "It's just us, it's Dean. And Sam over there," He nods in Sam's direction. "We're gonna help you."
Castiel stills and his eyes go blank.
"Cas?" Dean shakes him. "Cas stay with us."
Castiel looks at Dean. "Dean. Why are you shaking me?"
Sam laughs and Dean gives a sigh of relief. "Cas man, what the hell happened? And why aren't you healing?"
Castiel looks down at Sam's bloodied hands covering his stomach. "I had set up a meeting with one of Metatron's followers, to see if I could get some insight into his operation. It was a trap, we were outnumbered. My... My 'mojo' as you call it, seems to not be working." He closes his eyes. "I am not feeling the greatest."
Dean leans back and pocket's his flask. "Alright Cas, we're gonna get you up, alright? We're gonna get you back to the bunker and fix you right up, you're going to be fine, okay? Don't worry." Dean lifts Cas's arm over his shoulder and nods to Sam who is doing the same on the other side. They lift him up and start heading towards the Impala.
"I am not worried, Dean. I am with you." (BOOM Harry Potter quote! Okay I'm sorry for interrupting, author out, carry on)