A/N This is my first Supernatural fic so please be nice, I hope its okay. Reviews would be much appreciated!
Dean opened his eyes and looked slowly around. He was in a dark room and he was completely alone with no idea how he'd got there. He tried to sit up and winced as a pain shot through his arm, it was probably broken but more likely sprained. And where the hell was he anyway? The room was pretty much pitch black, that heavy suffocating kind of darkness that made your eyes hurt as you tried to penetrate it. His first thought was for Cas.
"Cas" he croaked, his throat so dry that it hurt just to talk. "You gonna bust me out of here buddy?"
His chest hurt from the effort of speaking, great, broken ribs too, just perfect. He attempted to push himself up with one arm, while willing Cas to show up and help him out.
"Dean" came a voice from behind him. And before he knew it, he was on his feet, about an inch away from a certain angel.
"Woah" said Dean stepping backwards. "Personal space, remember?"
"Sorry" Cas replied "Are you alright? You've been gone days, Sam's frantic. You just vanished into thin air it seems"
Dean furrowed his brow, trying to concentrate as a wave of nausea washed over him, causing him to sway slightly on the spot.
"Broken ribs for sure, possibly broken arm. I feel like I've been hit by a ten tonne truck, yeah I'm just peachy Cas" he muttered, his vision growing blurred with the pain.
"You're running a fever" Cas' voice informed him. "A nasty one at that. I'll get you somewhere safe then fix you up there. We can't stay here"
Dean nodded his agreement, his head far too heavy on his shoulders before he blacked out completely"
When Dean opened his eyes this time, he was in an unfamiliar but comfortable bed but the pain in his arm and ribs remained unchanged. Turning his head to the left, he caught sight of Castiel sat by his bed watching him almost nervously.
"Where are we?" Dean asked immediately. "Where's Sam?"
"Ohio" Cas answered, not taking his eyes off Dean's face. "Sam's still with Bobby. He doesn't know you're here. Whatever took you is probably hunting Sam too, we can't risk it finding him. However I don't think whatever it is can get past angels- so long as I'm here, you should be safe"
Dean stared at him momentarily before asking the obvious.
"Why didn't you fix my ribs with your angel mojo? I'm in pain here"
Cas looked at him sadly, pushing his hands into his trenchcoat pockets.
"It didn't work" he said. "You'll have to heal on your own and until you have, you're not getting up. I'm sorry Dean, something's blocking my grace"
"Do you know what it is?" Dean asked anxiously. It took some big ass disaster to block Castiel's angel powers.