Author's Note: This is my first multi-chapter fic and my first Supernatural, so I hope you enjoy, think it's good, ect. I also apoligize if the characters are a bit OC. This chapter will focus more on Cas, whereas the next one will be Dean's, probably alternating beyond that. Any ideas you'd like to see happen continuing in the story, let me know, and they will deffinatly be considered. :)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. IF I DID, WOULD I BE HERE? XD
"Where the hell are you, man?" Dean Winchester's voice crackled through Cas' cellphone. Castiel was on his fifth cellphone since he... became human. He kept breaking them. Or losing them. Or pitching them out of 5th story windows.
Dean's voice didn't sound to mad.
Just a bit.
"At a hospital." Cas' voice was rough.
"You ok?"
"No."
A silence followed as if the man on the other end was waiting for the one in the hospital bed to continue. The silence stretched to a full 30 seconds before Dean spoke again.
"Care to elaborate?"
Castiel gave no sign that he was going to answer. It had been months since he'd seen the brothers, and he actually quite missed them. He didn't respond. He felt like crap, like he'd been run over by a truck, which then proceeded to back up and run over him again. Which had, in reality, actually happened. At least once. He'd just been out, walking - ok, running - for 'no reason', when he'd gotten hit by a truck. He had been crossing the street when the big truck had slammed into him, no warning or anything. The driver who to the best of Cas' knowledge had been drunk, a demon, or some other supernatural being had blown the stoplight, crashing into the crossing fallen angel. He'd been in a coma for a month and 2 weeks, and had apparently died twice. He had a quite extensive list of injuries, even though he healed a bit faster then normal humans. Broken right arm, broken left leg, snapped ribs, internal damage, blah blah blah. He wasn't honestly listening.
"Son of a - Cas, just give your phone to whoever is in the room with you."
Cas dropped the phone onto the bedside table with his left arm. A nurse was in the room with him. The woman looked up when he put his phone down. He jerked his head toward it. The woman curiously picked up Cas' cell. He couldn't hear Dean's side of the conversation, but he guessed at it while he listened.
"Hello?"
This is Margaret Jones. Are you by any chance Dean Winchester, Castiel Winchester's husband?"
Yes, that's what he told us is name was. And he told us that he had no other family except his husband and his brother-in-law."
Spring Valley Hospital."
Yes, New York."
He was hit by a drunk driver."
He was in a coma for a month and two weeks."
At that point, Castiel assumed Dean inquired what was wrong with him because the nurse began listing off whatever was wrong with him - things he'd heard and ignored before. He zoned out of the conversation, turning his head to watch the awful show playing on the TV in his room.
A few minutes later when the show had blessedly turned to commercials, the nurse put Castiel's phone down on the table beside his bed. "Mr. Winchester?" Castiel directed his eyes away from the commercials to the nurse's face. "Mr. Winchester, your husband asked me to tell you that he said 'You son of a bitch Castiel. I'll be there tomorrow.' "
Castiel smiled.
It took Cas a while to get to sleep that night. He still wasn't quite used to sleeping after an eternity almost of never needing to. He dreamed, strangely enough, of the day he'd woken up from his coma. It wasn't exactly the same. The colours were sharper than normal. Every detail seemed enhanced.
Castiel's eyes flickered open. The first thing he realized was that he was in a hospital. He immediately decided that from the ceiling of the room, and the steady beeping coming from beside him. He'd woken up because someone had said something... about pie.
"Sir?"
Cas turned his head. A nurse wearing a blue outfit was standing right beside his bed.
"Sir, you were hit by a truck about a month ago. You've been a coma."
Castiel flickered back to his last memory. He'd been chasing a supernatural being through New York. He sprinted across the street, getting close to finally capturing it. He knew this particular creature. It was a demon he'd been hunting by himself for over a month. They did have a bit of a history. He was so close to finally killing it. He ran across the street. The light was red. Even if it hadn't been, he'd still have done it. Something huge and heavy slammed into him and before he even could figure out what it was, he was unconscious.
"Sir, I need to ask you a few questions. We hadn't found any identification on your person when you were brought to the hospital except this cellphone. You had no contacts, messages, or recent calls. Sir, could you tell me your name?"
"Cas- Castiel," he mumbled. His voice was rough and unused and didn't sound like he normally spoke.
"Last name, sir?"
"Winchester." He didn't know what made him say it. It was the first name that came into his mind. Normally when he needed an alias he went with Novak.
"Mr. Winchester, do you have any family members? Parents, siblings?"
Cas gently shook his head. That wasn't technically true, but he was fairly sure they didn't want to hear God and a couple Angels.
"Spouse?"
He didn't know what made him do it - even looking back on it he had no idea why he'd done that. He'd just... done it. He'd done it impulsively, as if his brain decided to make this huge decision without him. He nodded.
"Oh? Name?"
"Dean."
Whatever the nurse expected to hear, a male name wasn't it.
"Dean Winchester."
He didn't realize he'd said one of his two best friends' names until after he'd said it and it was too late to retract it.
He'd just said he was married to his best friend.
Castiel mentally beat himself up for making that quick decision. Sam... Sam would laugh. And Dean? He really didn't know what Dean would say. Probably beat him up about it. Between him and Sam, he would never live this down.
"Age?"
How old was he? He was sure they wouldn't want his real age. He wasn't even sure he remembered it. What would he tell them? This lie wasn't as easy as his first two.
"Mr. Winchester? Age?"
"35," he said convincingly. It was a believable lie.
None of the rest of the interview stuck in Castiel's mind. He listened, but none of it was as important as the first two lies - his name being Castiel Winchester, and being married to Dean.
Thunder clapped outside the window. Castiel watched the rain pounding the glass. A lightning bolt flashed, and for a moment, Cas saw someone, silhouetted, sitting on his window sill. The figure flashed a grin as the lightning disappeared, and when another bolt hit, the figure was gone.
He woke up to a familiar voice. His eyes opened and he saw two figures - Sam Winchester reclining in a chair next to the window and Dean Winchester - his apparent husband right next to him, also sitting. "Son of a bitch, Cas," Dean said.
