Seconds aren't passing by.
These are minutes. Hours. Days.
I checked my phone and it had only been two minutes. Dammit Cas, answer me Man! I tried calling the former angel again and the same message played in my ear for the seventh time.
"You have reached the voicemail of: I don't understand. Why, why do you want me to say my name?"
Tired, frustrated, and honestly, scared out of my freaking mind, I shoved my phone back in my pocket. I was worried that Cas was hurt considering his brothers and sisters were raining down around me, but he never got the hang of using the cell phone Sam and I bought him so even if he was okay, he probably couldn't figure out how to answer it. I forced myself to focus on the biggest issue at hand- my half-conscious brother. I had managed to get him into the back seat of the Impala and he was lying on his side with his legs curled up against his chest and his head in my lap. He was filthy and covered in wounds, but he was breathing and I had to count that as a blessing considering everything he just went through. Pulling his hair away from his face, I wiped my sleeve over his cheeks and forehead, trying to get rid of some of the sweat and dirt so the cuts wouldn't get infected. He mumbled something that I couldn't make out, but by his tone it had hurt. Damn, you know things are bad when a little pressure on a scratch hurts a Winchester.
"You're gonna be alright, Sammy. I got you, you're gonna be okay." He gave the smallest hint of a nod, not even acknowledging the name he hated so much. I felt something vibrate against my thigh and looked down, worried he was having some kind of attack. My fear quickly turned into relief, though, when I realized it was my phone buzzing. Castiel's name lit up across the screen and I almost broke it trying to answer so quickly.
"Cas, where are you?" I said a little too loudly, forgetting that my brother probably had the mother of all headaches. I felt him flinch against my leg. Putting a hand on his arm and looking at him apologetically, I turned my attention back to the scared voice trembling in my ear.
"I…I don't know Dean…In a wooded area somewhere. There's a highway close by but nothing looks familiar, it's all trees and rocks and road and-" I cut him off before he had a panic attack.
"Castiel, listen to me, okay? Calm down, I'm gonna find you. Can you see any signs by the highway?" He paused for a second and then confirmed that there were, and read them to me. He was only about a half hour down the road.
"I'm on my way right now. Stay exactly where you are."
"I'm scared, Dean."
"I know, Cas. I am too."
"All I can see are my brothers and sisters falling. I can hear them, Dean, they're falling and hurting and it's all my fault. I'm sorry, I-" I cut him off again.
"This is not your fault. You didn't know, Cas. Don't blame yourself. And do not apologize." He didn't respond.
"You there?"
"…Yes, I'm here."
"Look, everything's going to be fine, I'm coming to get you right now." My phone started beeping. "My phone's dying, it'll only last for a few more minutes if I keep talking to you. Are you okay if I hang up? I don't want there to be an emergency and you not be able to call me."
"I think I'm okay." He didn't sound so sure, and I almost told him to forget it, to just keep talking to me so I knew he was alright. But if something went wrong and he couldn't reach me because my phone was dead…
"Call me if you absolutely have to, otherwise just listen for the Impala. Okay?"
"Okay." He hung up and I gently lifted Sam's head off of my lap.
"Sorry, Sammy, but I have to move your for a minute. I have to drive, we have a fallen angel to save." He grunted in response and tried to move so I could get up. I took my jacket off and bundled it up, turning it into a makeshift pillow for my brother, then ran around to the driver's seat and crammed the key into the ignition.
"We're coming, Cas."