Chapter 1

Dean woke up from the sound of his mobile ringing. Which damned douchebag dared to call him at this time? Even Sam lay in his bed and slept, so it couldn't be later than 5 o'clock.

‚Hello?', Dean tried to sound awake.

‚Hello Dean. It's Castiel. I... wanted to ask for an invitation to your room.'

'Are you that dumb or are you kidding me?', Dean replied.

'Well the last time I appeared you told me humans don't come into other humans rooms without an invitation.', Castiel claimed through the phone.

'Hell, this guy drives me crazy!', Dean mumbled into Sam's direction who had just woken up from Dean's voice..

'What did you say? I didn't catch the last...', Castiel said.

'I didn't talk to you. So why do you need to see us and um... enter our room?', Dean asked.

'So you invite me to come to your room?', Castiel asked uncertainly.

'Yes I do.', Dean groaned.

Not a second later Castiel stood in front of Deans bed.

He looked tired and his trenchcoat was soaked with dark indefinable liquids.

'So what for God's sake was so important you had to wake me up at...this time?', Dean asked.

'I got this thing.', Castiel replied in a husky voice.

'Sorry, but am I supposed to read your mind or are you going to tell us what you mean by that?', Dean asked after a while.

'I mean this...', Castiel said and put his trenchcoat aside. His shirt was torn in pieces and soaked with blood.

'What happened?', Sam asked and jumped out of his bed.

'I was stabbed by some stupid hunters who actually thought I was a demon.', Castiel said and nearly laughed about the stupidity of these humans.

'God, what did they use? You're bleeding like hell. Why didn't you just heal yourself?', Dean asked bewildered.

'An angels sword. One of heavens weapons. Kills both, demon and angel.', Castiel said and coughed. A little bit blood dropped out of his mouth. 'Well it's supposed to do that. They just didn't do it right I guess.'

'Sam? Any idea what to do?', Dean yelled.

'I...I will go and call Bobby, he'll know something. Try to calm him and clean and sew the wound.', with these words Sam closed the door after himself.

Dean gripped Castiel's shoulder only seconds before he fainted.

Dean carried Castiel to his bed.

He had to take care of Castiel's wounds. Maybe it was good, that Castiel fainted, this way Dean had not to worry if he hurt him.

Damned, Dean thought as he saw how deep the wound was.

Oh Castiel, what did they do to you? When Dean had rubbed the blood off Castiel's hip, he tried to stop the bleeding, but it seemed to become worse with everything Dean did. Finally he decided to sew the wound first.

He took some whiskey to disinfect the wound and held a needle into the flame of his lighter. When he first stitched in the wound, Castiel shivered.

Dean realised that the angel wasn't asleep at all, instead he felt every little touch of Dean's.

'Cass? Do you hear me? Hey.', Dean said and it almost sounded like he wept. 'hunmgh', Castiel moaned and managed to open his eyes.

'It's ok. Just once more.', Dean promised and held the needle in front of Castiel, as if he wanted to proof, that he didn't lie. He stitched the needle through Castiel's flesh and looked more and more worried. 'Alright, just once more. You'll be fine. Shhh.', Dean said and knew he tried to calm himself with these lies. The wound in Castiel's thin body was still horrible large and there was definitely more than one stitch left to make.

'I'm so sorry Cass. Hang in there dude.', Dean mumbled and kept on stitching. Under every of Dean's touches Castiel groaned and shivered.

He knew Dean did his best, but this pain was far behind bearable.

Once again everything around Castiel became black.