'Dean? You were right. Metatron fooled me... No, I'm somewhere in Kansas... I will wait here...'
The angels had fallen weeks ago, and Castiel had been MIA since. Dean had long since figured him dead, but still held out hope that his best friend would make his way back to him. When Cas called, Dean and Sam had been at the bunker. Sam was still sick from the trials, but seemed to at least not be getting worse anymore. Dean left him to hold down the fort with Kevin and went to find Cas, who hadn't been overly helpful in providing his location, but Dean had some ideas based off landmarks the former angel had given. He drove fast, anxious to see his angel- err, his friend- alive and well. A few days later, Dean found Cas sitting on the sidewalk next to a homeless man. They were talking, and seemingly having a nice time, but Cas stood immediately when Dean pulled up in the Impala.
"Hello, Dean." he greeted per usual.
"Hey, Cas." Dean pulled the slightly shorter man into a hug. "It's good to see you, man." Cas had once again grown a beard, and his clothes were ratty and dirty. After wishing his newest friend luck, Castiel climbed into the car with Dean and they drove away after the latter handed the homeless guy a couple bucks. Dean was happy and couldn't stop glancing at the man next to him- he had lost some weight, making his already ill-fitting clothes hang off his lanky frame. But he didn't seem to have any visible injuries, and seemed just as happy to see Dean as Dean was to see him. He didn't look away from Dean for a very long time. Once it started raining a few hours later, Cas did avert his eyes, looking instead out the window to the droplets of water hitting the ground. Dean glanced at him again, and something went wrong. Suddenly Dean could no longer control the car, and they swerved off the road. Dean tried to get the car under control, but it was too late. The last thing he noted before the car hit the tree was Cas's arm flung protectively over his chest, keeping him from slamming full-force into the dashboard- he still hit, of course, and it hurt like hell. But Dean stayed conscious as he tried to figure out what had gone wrong. "Cas, man, you alright?" Dean winced as he tried to turn his head- he couldn't look over at the fallen angel. Cas didn't answer, and with sudden realization, Dean realized the car had run into the tree on the passenger side. "Cas, man, you gotta tell me you're alright. I just got you back, I can't lose you now." But still the angel didn't answer. Ignoring the pain in his neck, Dean turned his head to look at his friend. His legs were crushed under the dashboard, and his forehead was caved in from where it had hit. Tears began to flow from Dean's eyes. Cas wasn't really bleeding- his heart wasn't pumping blood. "Cas." he whispered. "Come on buddy. You've only been human for a few weeks. I just got you back, you can't do this to me. Come on, Cas." Dean stared at his friend, unable to look away. "You stupid bastard. Why didn't you buckle your damn seatbelt? Why didn't you do something for you? I would have been fine." Dean idly noticed that Castiel's arm- the one he had used to protect Dean- was broken. "I just got you back, Cas." In the distance, Dean heard sirens. Someone must have seen the crash and called 911. "You stupid bastard." Dean closed his eyes away, wishing he had been knocked unconscious- anything to not have to see Cas, broken, under his eyes anymore. "Damn you, Castiel." The rain kept falling around them, and Dean cursed it. "I just got him back, you bastard."
A/N Uh... inspired by DracoPendragon's 'One Messed Up Love Story', I guess. I know it's short, but I hope you guys liked it.
