As soon as Dean had registered what had happened, he stumbled through the slowly gathering crowd and caught a glimpse of dark hair. Pushing his way through he sank onto the ground, gently pulling Castiel onto his lap.
Blood was matting in his hair and his leg was stuck out at an inhuman angle. Cradling his head in his arms, Dean looked down at his face, the face he had only met a few minutes ago but already felt a strong connection to.
He vaguely wondered if he had seen those blue eyes for the last time and the thought made his stomach writhe. He found himself talking soothingly, more to himself than to Castiel, telling him it would be alright and the ambulance would be here soon.
People all around were watching the sad sight, fearing the worst, mostly for the brown haired man clutching the body tightly to him.
After what felt like an eternity, the paramedics arrived. They were faced with the difficult task of prising Dean off Castiel, but eventually compromised with allowing him to accompany them to the hospital.
Dean stayed by Castiels side the whole journey. In the back of his mind there was a niggling voice telling him this wasn't normal behavior for two strangers. They had met briefly for 5 minutes and now Dean was faced with the risk of losing him and to be honest, it hurt him.
As soon as they arrived at the hospital Castiel was whisked away by nurses who Dean would've once been checking out, but now, along with many other confusing thoughts, Dean was questioning his sexuality.
He managed to find the waiting area and sat down numbly running his fingers through his cropped hair. Finally, he decided to call Sam. This was going to be a hell of an awkward conversation, but fuck it, Dean was lonely, shocked and worried for a complete stranger.
He dialed the number and after a couple of rings Sam picked up.
'Dean!' he answered happily. The Winchester brothers had always been close and stayed close even when they left home.
'Sam,' Dean said aware of how rough and raw his voice sounded. 'I'm at the hospital. Will you come?' He knew he sounded pathetic but he really couldn't care less.
'What? Dean, are you hurt? Which hospital? Oh God Dean what happened?' Sam asked quickly, fear flooding him.
'Sammy, calm down. I'm not hurt, but please, just come? I'm at Fountain hospital.' Sam hung up quickly and Dean leant back against the chair. What was happening to him?