Introduction:

Well here it is boys and girls, the sequel to "You Can't Find What Isn't Lost". I know that there was a bit of a delay in between the two stories, but I needed to clear my head and get an idea of what I wanted from this story. If you haven't read the first part, you should be fine…. But you are missing out on a whole bunch of back story (Like three chapters worth).

So, without further delay, Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

Dean opened his eyes. He was surrounded by the rumble of an engine and silver. Cas. Castiel. "Cas?" He cried out. "Sedate him." Came a strong, assertive voice. Then Dean's surgical steel world faded to black.

There was an aching in his head. Ache was probably the wrong word. It would be better described with a comparison to a freight train crash. There was tension throughout his body that put the Cold War to shame. His shoulder felt like it had been ripped off and then stitched back on by a three year old who had only ever sewn doll clothing. He tried sitting up, but he was rewarded with a sharp stab to his side. Fuck. He knew that feeling, broken ribs though how many he wasn't sure.

"Mr. Winchester?", Called a soft feminine voice from just off his left side. Dean opened his eyes to look at the owner of the voice, but promptly shut them again after being blinded by the most ridiculously bright light. God that made his head hurt. Unable to explain how shitty he felt, Dean let out a long moan. "It's alright Mr. Winchester. You're safe now."

"Where is Castiel Novak?" Dean asked the nurse as soon as she stepped into the room. He had been awake for a few minutes, and in that time he had managed to assemble his thoughts. They were in a fire. Dean had run in to save Cas. They god trapped somehow, and just as Dean was about to tell Cas how he felt, Castiel tackled him to the ground and he blacked out.

He remembered the loud splintering of wood. He remembered being tossed over someone's shoulders and carried out. He remembered being strapped to the stretcher. Then he drew a blank on the events. The last memory he had of Cas was that of him throwing Dean to the floor with terror in his sapphire eyes.

The nurse paused for a moment, "What do you remember?" She wanted to know how much she was going to have to reveal. As if it weren't bad enough already that she was going to have to be the one to deliver the news.

"I-I-I remember being Cas pushing me… and then getting carried out… and that's it", Dean's voice had started off strong, but quickly faded out until it was a barely audible whisper. The nurse asked him to wait a moment. She ran out to talk to the doctor.

She wanted to have a sedative ready in case he reacted badly to his situation. She had heard through the grape vine that Mr. Winchester and Mr. Novak were lovers. No one really knew about it until a boy had told the principle about their public display earlier that Monday morning.

The doctor agreed, and thought that the nurse was pretty sharp to have caught that. After grabbing a syringe pre-filled with 10 milligrams of Propofol, she headed back to Dean's room while slipping the syringe into the front pocket of her scrubs. "Mr. Winchester?" She asked and Dean looked up. Thank god, now he could get some answers. "Well, it would be best for me to start from when the paramedics took you. You had a severe laceration on your shoulder, which was dislocated. The doctor corrected that and used staples as the closure method. You had a slight concussion, but after a MRI and observation you were deemed fit to be moved from the critical care unit. You also managed to sustain three broken ribs."

Dean shrugged all of that info off to the side for now, although that would explain the pain in his head, shoulder, and side. "That's fine, but what about Cas?" Dean was beginning to feel the nerves getting to him. Oh god… What if Cas didn't make it? Noticing the look in his eye, the nurse pushed forward. "Mr. Novak had several injuries. His upper arm was shattered, but the doctor was able to set it and immobilized it. A beam had fallen on him in the fire. He was pinned underneath it for a significant amount of time."

The nurse dropped off, and Dean watched as her hand slid into her pocket. "Okay, where is he? They got him out right?" If Cas didn't make it… Dean wouldn't let himself finish that thought. "Mr. Winchester, Castiel Novak is currently in a coma." At first the words didn't make sense to Dean, then he burst with rage. Moments after jumping out of the hospital bed and tearing out his IV, his knees stopped supporting his weight and he felt himself crash to the floor. Then all was quite.

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted. Hey, if you tell me what you want to see from this; I make a promise to work it in (as long as it is reasonable.) Let me know about your thoughts and feelings. Feel free to find me on tumblr: trying-to-find-perfection