- Hello?
- Hello, Sam Winchester?
- Speaking. Who is this?
- This is Lawrence Memorial Hospital, this is about Dean Winchester, your brother?
- Yes? Has something happened? Is Dean okay?
- Sir, I regret to inform you...
Sam let the phone drop, not his brother, anyone but his brother. Castiel...He had to call Cas, he punched the number as quickly as he could while grabbing his coat. It took Cas five rings before he picked up,
"Yeah?" The voice on the other end seemed tired,
"Cas! It's Sam, something's happened to Dean!" The line went dead and Sam knew that Cas knew exactly where to go.
They met at the hospital, Cas was later and a mess. He looked as though he had just gotten out of bed, Sam took note that the crazed look on his face he had never before seen. The white walls of the hospital waiting room were blinding.
"What happened? How is he?"
"He got hit by a car, he's in surgery." Sam had his head in his hands,
"And?!" A door opened then, Cas turned and Sam looked up,
"Are you two here for Dean Winchester?" The two nodded at the man in a surgeon's outfit,
"Yes sir!" Sam said, standing up. The man sighed,
"I'm very sorry to inform you that a piece of glass cut in too close and his heart stopped on the table. We tried to revive him, but he hasn't responded." Cas sunk to his knees and Sam let out a strangled noise. The doctor did indeed look extremely regretful, "I am extremely sorry." He started to speak again but someone interrupted him,
"Doctor!" A nurse in a blue outfit stepped out of the room hastily, "Doctor! You need to come here immediately!" The doctor ran into the operating room and the boys wrapped their arms around each other. Cas and Sam fell asleep in the waiting room, about an hour and a half later the same doctor woke them up. He was smiling,
"Whatever that young man in there is fighting for, it's something damn worth fighting for." The boys sat up and looked at the doctor hopefully, "His heart restarted by itself, it's a rare occurrence that this should happen after the person doesn't respond to a doctor's attempts but it does happen. And it did this time. He did, however, slip into a coma." The relief was evident to everyone in the waiting room, "So we don't know how long he will stay unconscious, but he ha a better chance of surviving this. He is stable. Remember, though it may not seem so he can hear you. You can visit him now." The doctor finished with a smile at the two teens. Cas took the doctor into a hug,
"Thank you sir...Thank you so much." The older man looked surprised for a second, then smiled and patted Cas's back.
"Don't thank me young man, thank the boy in there and whatever he's fighting for." Cas let go of the white haired man, and wiped the tears off of his face and managed a smile to the man. Sam shook the doctor's hand. The two of them went into the room they had moved Dean into together.
To put it pleasantly, Dean looked terrible. Cuts littered his face and there was a bandage around his head. There were stitched up cuts of various sizes all over his chest and stomach, a predominately large one missing his heart by less than an inch. There was the steady beeping of the heart monitor, and an IV standing next to him. Dean was propped up slightly looking exactly as a person in a coma would. Cas held a hand up to his mouth, Sam choked back a cry. A nurse inserted something into the IV, she then looked at the boys,
"Um, are you both family?" She asked, Cas looked up at her, tearing his eyes away from the limp form that was his best friend,
"No, I'm just his best friend, he's his brother." His voice was quiet as he pointed at Sam, and Sam looked at her as well. She nodded,
"Well, one of you can stay the night but only one, sorry, we can't have it too cluttered in here." Cas and Sam nodded,
"You stay tonight, Sammy, I'll go to school tomorrow and tell the teachers and stuff. I have most of the my classes with him anyway." Sam looked at Cas,
"Are you sure? I could do that too, you could stay if you wanted." Cas shook his head,
"No, you're his brother, you should be here." He then looked up and nodded at the nurse, she gave him an apologetic smile. Sam stayed in the room while Cas followed her to fill out some of the forms that the nurses hadn't made them to when they first got there under the circumstances.
"So, how long have you two been together?" She asked him, Cas looked at her surprised,
"What? Oh no! We aren't together. He's just my best friend." The nurse looked at him,
"Make sure he knows before something like this happens again...my best friend died the night I was going to confess and I managed to tell him in the few minutes he had. Turns out he felt the same way." Cas chuckled sadly,
"Yeah, well, Dean is extremely straight." She smiled,
"You know what spiked his heart back up?" Cas looked at her as they slowed to a stopped at the front table,
"No what?" She looked him in the eye,
"They asked who the people in the waiting room were and when one of the nurses said your name we all heard the beep." She put a hand on his shoulder, "If he doesn't love you then he's either in denial or stupid." She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly and then walked away in the opposite direction. He watched her go and then shook his head and looked down at the papers he had to fill out.
The Next Day
The first place Cas went when he got to school was the principal's office, he explained the situation and the man's eyes widened. By the middle of the day the story had reached the whole school. Sam was at the hospital with Dean so he didn't know. As Cas exited his world history class and the history teacher sent him a sympathetic smile, Jack walked up to him. The hall was crowded with students but they went quiet when they heard Jack's words,
"So, I heard your gay boy friend is in the hospital, serves him right." Cas turned and tried his best to ignore him, "If he dies then the world will be a better place! One less faggot to worry about!" Cas turned to look at Jack.
"You son of a bitch!" And for the first time in his 17 years of life Cas let it all out and fought back.
It took three teachers to get Cas off of Jack (but it was a little obvious nobody was really trying to) he left behind two black eyes, a split lip, and a really bruised cheek. They were both then sent to the principal's office. The man took one look at the both of them and then leaned back in his chair.
"Speak." He said to Cas, the boy looked up at the man, staring him straight in the eye.
"I hit him because he told me the world would be better off if Dean died, I'm not sure what came over me sir, normally I would not have acted this rashly and -" The principal silenced him with a hand.
"I'm not going to punish you Castiel." Jack stood up indignantly,
"What do you mean? He beat me up!"
"Sit Down, Mr Anders!" Jack sat, the principal leaned forward and folded his hands in front of him as though he was about to pray. He looked Jack straight in the eye,
"The reason I am not going to punish Mr Novak is because after what you have been doing to him for the past two years I don't blame him for what he did. The only reason I haven't done anything about it is because Castiel himself hasn't confronted me about it."
Jack left the office with a three day suspension. Castiel got out with a three day after-school detention.
Cas went to visit Dean on the day he got the detentions. He sat down next to his best friend,
"Hey Dean...Had me scared there for a little while, but you always are a drama queen. I beat up Jack today. He said some bullshit and I just snapped. Apparently the principal knew about what he'd done though so I got off with three days after-school detentions." He looked at Dean and gripped the other boys hand, a tear dripped down onto the cot. Then Cas started to choke back sobs.
"Please Dean. You have to wake up...you promised you'd always be here for me. You promised you wouldn't leave. I believe you Dean, please tell me I wasn't stupid to believe you Dean. Man come on you have to wake up...for me. For Sam. Sammy's heart broken Dean. You selfish bastard come on he thinks it's his fault! He thinks it's his fault that your dad is half dead of alcohol poisoning too. He blames himself and buries himself in his notes, his books, his homework, his studies. That boy is going to grow up to be more amazing then me and you...but he doesn't want to do anything anymore Dean. You're his brother...he blames himself for this. And me? I blame myself for everything. I blame myself for my mom dying in that accident, I blame myself for killing the brother I never got to have because of that STUPID drunk driver. I blame myself for driving away my older brother...yeah, I never told you about him did I? He killed himself when I was 14...I found him. In his bathtub swimming in his own blood...I called the police but they got there and told me it was too late. I'm always too late Dean. I'm a failure. I've failed you, I've failed Sammy, I've failed Lucifer, I've failed everyone...and everything." Cas was full out crying now. "Please Dean. Please...You promised me you wouldn't leave. You promised."
Before he left Cas kissed Dean softly on the cheek and whispered,
"I love you Dean..." into his ear. He left then, as he tried to compose himself he passed by the nurse she smiled t him sympathetically as she walked by him.
It was during the day after his rant to the unconscious boy that he got the phone call in the middle of class,
"Cas! Cas! He woke up! He fricking WOKE UP!" Sam's voice screamed out of Cas's phone, Cas took one look at Mrs Lindon and she smiled at him. He grabbed his bag as he talked into his phone,
"I'm gonna be there in like five minutes Sammy!" He ran out the classroom and down the hall, nearly knocking over the principal on his way, he kept on running. The teacher standing next to the principal almost yelled at him to stop but the principal stopped him by telling him,
"He must of woken up, let the boy go...he deserves some good news. That boy deserves the love that he isn't going to get here or at home." The principal watched Cas sprint and hit the door with a bang into the light of the sunny day.
Cas ran through the parking lot, a red car suddenly pulled up next to him and the window rolled down. In the car was the nurse,
"Get in!" She said with a smile. He grinned at her and jumped in, it took them less than five minutes to get to the speed limit while breaking almost every law in the driving book. She stopped just long enough for Cas to hop out, thank her, and run to the entrance. The doctor from the operating room smiled as he watched him run by.
He reached the door out of breath. Sam stood by Dean who was propped up against his pillow with his green eyes open and vibrant. They lit up further at the sight of Castiel.
"Cas!" He said in a slightly hoarse voice. Sam smiled at Cas and nodded at him as he exited the room,
"I'll be in the cafeteria." Though he wasn't even sure if the two heard him.
"I begged you to wake up...to remember your promise." Cas said weakly as he got as close as he could to his best friend. Dean looked at him with eyes full of one emotion.
"I heard you."
And Cas realized that the emotion was love.
Such a beautiful story
Of the two friends in love
In the end no one was sorry
In the end that was enough
Though they may sit alone on their beds,
At least they don't have stupid, silly, empty heads.
