The Impala flew down the street, the driver trying to find the turn off for the hospital. He could see the brightly lit sign in the distance but it seemed to never get closer. He pressed harder on the accelerator and looked quickly to his side at his boyfriend.
"Cas, you son of a bitch, don't you even think about checkin' out on me man. You stay awake, you hear me?"
There was a grunt from the passenger, who was holding a blood-stained hand against his left side to try and stop more blood from leaking out of the wound.
"D'n, pull over." Cas whispered.
"What? No, the hospital is right there! They can help you."
"It's too late. Hur's too much."
"But Cas..."
"Please D'n?"
Dean flicked a glance back to Cas and saw that he was shaking violently and was white as a sheet. Dean couldn't let his friend die, but the sign for the hospital was still far away. No matter how hard he pushed the car, he wasn't getting any closer. He growled in frustration and tears formed in his eyes. He felt a hand on his arm and looked down to see that Cas had shuffled across the seat a bit to sit closer to him.
"Cas, don't move buddy."
"Just pull over. It's okay, it'll be okay."
"No, Cas. If I pull over, then you'll die. I can't...I don't know how to save you."
Tears were now streaming down Dean's face and he blinked to clear his slightly blurry vision, but more tears kept coming. He let out a shaky breath and pulled over and turned the car off. He moved over more so he was right against Cas' side. Cas leaned his head on Dean's shoulder and Dean could feel how cold he was. From the light of the street lamp Dean had parked under, he could see that Cas' lips were turning slightly blue and his eyes kept slipping closed.
"No, Cas, please, keep your eyes open for me."
He put his arm around Cas' shoulders and pressed his hand against the bleeding wound. It still hadn't slowed down and Dean wasn't sure how Cas was still conscious.
"D'n. 'm so sorry, I couldn't help. Sorry I..."
"Shh, not your fault Cas; none of it is. There was only supposed to be one werewolf out there. Didn't help that the other one was an Alpha. I should have gotten to you sooner."
Dean fell silent and sat there for a few minutes before he realized Cas wasn't shaking anymore. He looked down at his friend and saw that his eyes were closed and he was no longer drawing in ragged breaths.
"No," Dean whispered. "No, Cas. Please."
Dean's eyes flew open and he found himself staring at the dark ceiling of his bedroom in the bunker.
"Dean?" he heard from next to him and he looked to his side and saw Cas staring at him.
Tears filled his eyes, just like they had in his dream and he rolled to his side and pulled Cas closer to him so their foreheads were touching.
"Dean, baby, what is it?" Cas asked, playing with the hair at the base of Dean's neck.
"I...I couldn't save you. We were hunting a werewolf and there was only supposed to be one but there was an alpha that we didn't know about. It got to you before I could get it. I'm sorry I couldn't save you Cas."
Dean's voice broke on the last word and Cas placed a quick kiss on his lips.
"It was just a dream. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I love you."
"I love you too Cas."
Cas rolled onto his back and pulled Dean against his side so Dean's head was on his shoulder and Dean buried his face in Cas' neck.
"G'night Cas."
"Goodnight Dean."