The river… Cas had finally gotten away from the wolves. He had always heard water could throw a dog off your trail. Thank goodness that turned out to be true. He climbed out of the water and realized he was on the other side of the river.
' Great,' he thought, 'a whole new terrain to attempt to navigate.'
He wrung out the ends of his trench coat and started on his way. As he walked down the riverbank looking for some sort of clearing to begin trudging through, he felt a new and sharp pain in his arm. He pushed the coat off his shoulder and realized he had acquired a new wound. He wasn't used to being hurt this easily. There were no angel blades in Purgatory, so Cas really thought he was immune to being hurt too badly, until he had his first run in with the Leviathan. Thankfully he only walked away with a couple minor cuts, but whatever substance the knives were made of down here seemed to do a serious number on angels. Cas sat down on the riverbank to assess his wound. He had obtained many while in Purgatory, but this one was definitely the worst yet. Once the coat was off he realized the wound was deep and he was losing a lot of blood. He took the belt from his coat and tore it in half. He used one half as a tourniquet to try and slow the blood flow, even though he was already feeling dizzy. He put the other half in the water and then carefully wrapped it around the wound. The dizziness was getting worse. He wished Dean was here… he had watched Dean stitch up his own wounds countless times throughout the time he had known him. He wanted to find Dean so desperately… he missed him so badly…
'No, Castiel… focus. This is the only way to protect Dean.'
Ever since they arrived in Purgatory, Cas had stayed as far away from Dean as possible. Cas has a price on his head and, as hard as it was, the only way to protect Dean was to stay away from him. He had to constantly keep moving to ensure Dean never catching him. Even these few minutes by the river were dangerous. He knew Dean was probably constantly on the move and if he stayed anywhere too long, Dean would undoubtedly find him. Especially somewhere as central as the river. Cas decided he had definitely spent too much time sitting and stood up… well… he made a pretty good effort to anyway. He got almost straight up, and immediately fell back to the ground. The blood loss was definitely taking a bigger toll on him than he realized. Cas sat up and splashed his face with the cold water from the river.
'Being this vulnerable and weak is exhausting,' Cas thought.
He glanced over at his wound and quickly realized his attempt at a tourniquet wasn't working at all. The half of his belt he has used for a bandage was soaked in blood was running down his arm in multiple steady streams. The dizziness was quickly becoming overwhelming. His head was pounding and he could hardly see straight. He needed stiches, and fast.
He needed Dean.
Against his better judgment, Cas grabbed his wound in an attempt to apply pressure and screamed,
"Dean! Dean, help me! Dean! DEAN, PLEASE!"
Cas laid back and continued to yell for Dean. His vision started to blur and his screams became so faint even he could hardly hear them. Soon, everything went black.
"Cas, it's time to wake up," Cas heard a familiar voice call.
He rubbed his eyes and when he opened them, a shirtless Dean stood at the foot of the bed with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.
"Were you planning on sleeping all day, Sleeping Beauty?" Dean asked with a playful smile.
Dean's hair was tousled and his voice was slightly deeper than usual. As he walked to the sing to wash his mouth out and replace his toothbrush, Cas could see Dean was still in his sleep pants, so he couldn't have been up too long.
"What's going on?" Cas asked.
"What do you mean, Cas? You're laying in bed, in the bunker… just like any other usual morning," dean replied chuckling a bit.
Cas must have still looked confused because Dean came and sat on the bed with him with a concerned look.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked.
"I'm not sure, Dean," Cas replied, still very confused.
Dean smiled,
"Now I understand. You're probably still worn out from last night."
"Last night… what happened last night?"
"You're just so damn adorable," Dean smiled.
He took one hand and pulled Cas' face to his and planted a quick but longing kiss on his dry lips. Cas must have looked alarmed because Dean, concerned once again, asked,
"Cas, is everything okay?"
"Yeah… just… tired, I guess… from last night," Cas replied, still confused but needed to be left alone to figure this all out.
It worked, thankfully. Dean smiled, kissed Cas' forehead once, and went into the bathroom. Once Dean was in the bathroom, he heard the shower water start to run.
'Thank goodness. Now I can figure this all out,' Cas thought.
He looked around, and this was definitely the bunker… but this was Dean's room. Why was he sleeping in Dean's room? He threw the blanket off to get up and figure out what was happening and quickly realized he was naked.
'What on Earth happened last night?!' Cas wondered.
The last thing he remembered was his arm bleeding. He checked his arm… nothing. What was going on? He remembered yelling for Dean, everything going black, then he woke up naked in Dean's bed. Wait… that was it. Everything had went black. He had passed out. Was this a dream? That would explain the confusion since angels never slept, and in turn, never dreamt. Though the idea of his body lying defenseless by the river scared him, he couldn't do anything about it, so he might as well enjoy this change of scenery. But… Dean… he had kissed him. Cas had always heard dreams were basically a depiction of what a person really wanted in life. He had always cared deeply for Dean, but he had never really considered this… but now that it was happening, he wasn't complaining. He heard the shower turn off and he got up to put on some pants. Dean came out with only a towel on and Cas could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. He smiled and walked over to Dean. He wrapped his arms around him and frowned playfully,
"I was about to come join you."
"Well," Dean blushed, "someone is feeling better. I could always shower twice… you can't be too clean."
"That's okay… besides, we have plenty of time." Cas leaned up and pulled Dean into a kiss, then wrapped his arms around him and laid his head in the crook of his neck… for once feeling safe and complete.
"We sure do, Cas. We sure do…" Dean said as he pulled Cas' face back up for another kiss, deeper this time.
Cas' mind was immediately flooded with ideas of spending the rest of time just like this, with Dean. However, his thoughts were interrupted by Dean suddenly grabbing his shoulders shaking himmback and forth.
"CAS?!" Dean yelled, in panic.
"Castiel?! Come on, buddy! You have to wake up, damn it! I need you to wake up, I need you to be okay! COME ON!"
The images around Cas began to fade until everything went black except Dean's face and voice, which were still faintly there.
"Cas… Castiel! Come on you son of a bitch! Wake the hell up! Don't you dare die on me. Not here. Not like this!"
Cas blinked his eyes, faintly, and then took a shallow breath.
"Cas? Cas, are you okay?" Dean said, still in panic, although he knew Cas was far from okay.
"Dean?" Cas croaked, faintly.
Dean pulled him up into a hug.
"It's okay, Cas. Everything will be okay. We're here now. It's all gonna be okay."
Dean sat on the ground for a minute, cradling his best friend, then he turned to Benny,
"He's going to bleed out if we don't close this wound, Benny! Help me, damn it!"
"Cas," Dean said gently, tearing up, "it's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay."
Dean and Cas are finally together! :)
And what about Cas' dream? :)
Sorry for the late update.. it was definitely a crazy week, but the next chapter will be up no later than Tuesday night. Thank you all again for continuing to read every week! Reviews are awesome and suggestions are amazing. :) Thank you all again! Until next week.. 3
