A/N: This is my first fanfic I'm publishing on here so please don't be too harsh with your feedback, although I would LOVE some! This is a short chapter about Dean's feelings..yes..DEAN'S FEELINGS. Anyway, Chapter 2 should be up tomorrow or the next day! Please enjoy and I'd love your reviews! (: See you on the flip side xx

Dean was sitting in the stands, cheering his best friend on. 2 more laps and Castiel would be the new States Swimming Champ. Nothing but excitement filled Dean's mind as Cas passed Gordon, the fastest swimmer on his school's team. The crowd was going wild, people screaming and throwing things, kids crying, but it was the cheering on that was overpowering. The buzzer rang. The swimmers got out of the pool and made their way over to podium. "This year's State Champion is none other than our own, Castiel Novak." The tall man, with gray hair and slightly noticeable balding, said as the boy made his way over to where the man was waiting with a medal and an over-sized trophy. The look on Cas's face was priceless. Dean hadn't seen that kid-in-a-candy-shop smile since he pushed Dean in the pool last year in front of their entire class. He forgave him of course; after all they weren't best friends for nothing. There weren't many moments where Cas smiled. Sure, he smiled when someone told a joke or when someone was being nice to him but Dean was the only one who knew what Cas's smile looked like, and this was definitely it. A bunch of students made their way over to the winner and crowded around him, congratulating him on beating out the top swimmers from all over the state. Cas's eyes began to wander, getting sick of the words 'Thank You' and he caught Dean's eyes. The towel-covered boy made his way slowly over to his friend, giving him a real Cas smile. And that's when it all went wrong. Everything was getting blurry, the people were fading, the noises were drowning out by a louder noise no one else seemed to be aware of. And then came a loud bang. Dean jumped up! He opened his eyes and realized it was all a dream. The screaming, the cheering, the splashing, his best friend's smile. It was all a dream and he wished he hadn't woke up.

He made his way down to the living room to find his younger brother sitting on the couch smirking at him.

"Finally you're up! Dad left us some pie for breakfast." Sam shot him a quick smile and made his way into the kitchen.

Dean followed his younger brother into the kitchen and helped himself to piece of pie. After he finished he went upstairs and took a shower, got dressed and headed back downstairs.

"Sam," He called from the door. "I'll be back later. I'm headin' to the hospital and then to detention."

"Call me if anything new happens okay?" Sam replied, making sure his brother knew he felt just as bad as he did about his friend.

"Yeah," Dean smiled at his younger brother. "I will." And he walked out the door and headed down the driveway.

Today wasn't starting off good for Dean. He woke up late, which meant he only had an hour before he had to get to detention, at least he only had three more weeks of it. He nearly ruined his favorite t-shirt, staining it with the black coffee he was oh so fond of. And it was down pouring. No matter what he was doing, or what the weather was like, Dean managed to visit his best friend in the hospital. He'd spend hours upon hours sitting with the comatose boy, sometimes just sitting there, not saying anything, and other times talking to him like he could hear him, sometimes Dean swore he could. He'd reminisce with Castiel about all the adventures they used to go on and how much fun they had when they were kids. However, on very few occasions, Dean would find himself crying and pleading at Cas, telling him how sorry he was, how much of an ass he was for not protecting him, even though in the back of his mind he knew there was nothing he could've done to help him.

He ran down the driveway to his car, too lazy to go back inside and grab an umbrella. He slid into the passenger seat and turned on the radio, trying to drown his sorrows with some music. He knew his classic rock would put him in a better mood. Every morning Dean grew more and more nervous about what he would come to find at the hospital, even though he tried to remain positive and tell himself Cas was going to be alright. He just didn't know if he could handle anything worse than what was going on right now. Cas was the one person besides his brother who knew him, really knew him, and it was getting harder and harder for Dean to stay calm and think positive without Cas there giving him advice. He'd grown so used to his company that he became miserable when he wasn't around, especially since the guy was basically in a coma because of his own goddamn stupidity.

He made his way into the hospital parking lot and stopped the car, contemplating whether or not he could force himself into seeing Castiel today. He had to, he made a promise, and Dean Winchester wasn't one to break a promise.