Weeks after his was admitted to Downtown Kansas's Medical Center Castiel was finally discharged; well you could say he discharged himself. During his stay he was treated like the ultimate medical miracle, doctors came from different units just to get the chance to read his chart. They ran different test on him to understand how it was possible for his body to recover as quickly as it did without surgery. This seem ridicules to him, of course he would recover quicker than the average human; he was an Angel of the Lord after all. But most of the time they looked at him like a religious nut when he mention it. "Can I get you anything?" the waitress voice snapped him back to reality. "Coffee, please." he replied with a little smile. she returned him smile while checking him out, "Sure. Cool coat." Castiel looked confused and readjustedhis coat, "No, it's actually quite warm." The waitress smile grew seductive as she walked away to get his coffee. "Cute and funny - okay." He looked at her walked away looking even more confused, he couldn't grasp this flirting thing humans liked to do. Once he got his coffee he slipped on it as he waited for that familiar roar of the Impala. He had called Dean a couple of hours after he left the hospital AMA, their conversation was short and down to the point; Castiel needed a ride back to the Men of Letters bunker and told Dean he would explain on the way there. He could hear the panic in Dean's voice as he refused to tell him anymore and hung up the phone. "Cas!" The panic in dean voice seemed to have gotten more intense since he last talked with him; Castiel dropped some change on the table and made his way out of the diner "Come again handsome" the waitress winked at him as he left. Once he got closer to Dean he could see a mix of anger, frustration, and panic in his eyes. He thought maybe Dean was going to yell at him for not getting in contact sooner but he didn't, instead he took Castiel in a tight embrace; like words weren't enough to express the terror he felt. "Damnit Cas..." he growled as his gripped got tighter. Castiel rested his hands against Deans back, "Hello Dean." The contact felt nice, he never realized how comfortable he felt around him, even when he's unpleasant. Dean scent was all his own; mixed with whiskey, leather, gunpowder and cheap fastfood; smells a little like your favorite dive bar- in the best way possible. "Cas, where the hell have you been?" Dean pulled away and stared into the angles stunning blue eyes that he just couldn't get enough of. "A hospital" He answered bluntly. Dean place his hands on Castiesl's shoulders, almost panic, "Are you okay?" "No." He bluntlyanswered. Dean became irritated and his hands dropped to his side, giving Castiel his bitch face, "You want to elaborate?" Castiel started walking to the passager side of the side of the Impala, "I just woke up there. The doctors were fairly surprised. They thought I was brain-dead." Dean and Castiel both opened the vehicle doors and stepped inside. "So, a hospital?" The impala roar to life. Looking over to Dean, "Apparently, after Van Nuys, I suddenly appeared, bloody and unconscious, on a road on the outskirts in Lawrence, Kansas. I'm told it upset the residents." He nodded his head slightly. They have been on the road for a while until Dean finally broke the silence. "So why didn't you just zap to the bunker-." "I can't "zap" anywhere." Castiel almost shouted. Taken aback, Dean's eyes grew intense. "What do you mean?" Castiel signed, his eyes sad once they met with the hunters, "You should say that my batteries are-are drained and that my wings no longer work." Dean glanced back and forth between the wheel and the angel. "What do you mean? You're out of angel mojo?" Castiel looked down at his hands in his lap, "I'm saying that I'm fallen Dean. I am thirsty and have head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch it, and I'm saying that I'm just incredibly..." "Human. Wow. Sorry. "He looked at Dean at his words, the hunter looked sad, sad for him.

Once they arrived at the bunker Dean showed Castiel to the spare room, Dean left him for a couple of minutes to retrieve some linens, towels and extra clothes. Castielwonder slowly around the room, examining the old paint and the cracks that were starting to developed along the walls. The room was more or so uninhabited; there was a dresser flushed against the left side of the room. Next to the dresser was a dark wooden desk with a little 1940s green glass lamp who shared it's space with a typewriter. He pushed the letter "C" fallowed by a click made by an object that would have strike the paper if there had been any. The right side of the room had what looked like one long floating shelf that was horizontally in the middle of the wall. The bed was in the middle of the room, the headboard flushed against the wall. He walked towards the side of the bed and sat on it, making a bouncy motion. "hmm. At lest it more comfortable than the hospitals." he whispered to himself. He looked down at his beaten up button up and frowned. "I´m dirty." Once he was finished removing his shirt he didn't realized how much blood was on the back of it. Even though his vessel was healing quickly his shredded wings will never be fully heal until Heaven is reopen. His vessel will forever be branded with two large scars that will take up his entire back, leaving the spin untouched. "Hey Cas-" As Dean entered the room his eyes widen as he saw Castiel. He was wearing nothing but his black slacks, his back facing him. Dean's eyes locked onto the two giant wounds that almost consumed Castiel's back. "Cas…" Dean whispered as he walked in front of him. "Dean…" He didn't make eye contact with the hunter, he felt too much guilt, and this human emotion was almost unbearable. He didn't know when Dean had crouched in front of him and placed his hands on the side of his face, forcing him to look at him. "Cas, what happened?" Dean's look was intense as if he was trying to read what the angle was thinking. "Dean… I've told you, I have fallen and so have all the angels… the injury you see is where my wings—" it felt like a knife was being twisted in his heart as those words slipped off his tongue. Dean closed his eyes and placed his forehead against his, "I didn't think it was this bad." How extraordinary that contact as little as this was able to bring the angel comfort. "Dean…?" his whispered looking at the hunter who kept his eyes closed. The silence filled the room like a fog; thick and uncomfortable, he wanted to rest is pounding head on Dean's shoulder where he had left his handprint so many years ago, he wanted to feel so much more of this man against him— wait, when did he start having these type of thoughts towards Dean? When did it become uncomfortable to be in the same room as him? Somethingwas off. It must have just been the guilt he felt for casting everyone out of Heaven but he felt that it was more than just that. Feeling that someone just hit the super uncomfortable button in the room, Dean opened his eyes to a very uneasy angel. Their lips were close. Oh how he just wanted to claim them. But instead he pulled away from him, his words coming out awkward, "Cas you should sleep, take these" he reached into his pocket and handed him some pain pills. He quickly headed to the door, "I'll have Sammy come and check out you later." and with that he was gone.