Hello dear readers, here is chapter three. I hope my cliffhanger didn't upset you too much and that this chapter makes up for it. I would also like to mention that I really didn't know how to end this chapter, so if it seems a little abrupt I'm sorry. I hope you like it.
P.S. I only own the plot, not the characters. I am only borrowing the characters for a while.
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Chapter Three
Cas stood frozen on the spot as he tried to comprehend what had happened. He had heard the second gunshot from his left, then Michael's horrible scream of pain. It didn't take Cas long to register that he was covered in blood spatter that was not his own. He looked to his left where his neighbor stood in the doorway, holding a gun that was still pointed at Michael.
"Ellen, wh-what did you do?" Cas asked his neighbor, looking between her and Michael who was on the floor, bleeding from the gunshot in his stomach.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time, Castiel," Ellen answered, putting the gun down and moving aside for the police and paramedics to enter the room. She gestured the paramedics to Dean, "I was getting real tired of that bastard yelling at you and hurting you. I'm just sorry I didn't do it sooner."
Cas looked at Ellen and nodded, "Thank you," he whispered, hesitating before hugging the older woman. Ellen held the young man to her, rubbing his back comfortingly, in that way only a mother can.
The hug didn't last nearly long enough for Cas' liking as the police came to ask both of them what happened. Halfway through his questioning, Cas watched the paramedics wheel Dean out on a stretcher.
"I-Is he going t-to be okay?" Cas stammered to the police officer and the nearest EMT, "I n-need to go w-with him. I'm his... roommate. P-Please?"
The EMT looked at the police officer who nodded, "He's done for now. He could probably use medical attention too."
Cas looked gratefully at the officer and followed the EMT out to the ambulance. After Dean was loaded into the back, Cas climbed in and sat at Dean's side. He took the blonde man's hand, stroking the back of his hand gently.
"P-Please Dean.. Please b-be okay.. I n-need you to be o-okay.." Cas whispered in Dean's ear. He then looked at the paramedics, with tears in his eyes, "Is h-he going to b-be okay?"
The EMT nearest Cas put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "It's hard to say now. He's in critical condition. But we do have him stabilized for now. Once we get to the hospital the trauma doctors will look him over and decide if he needs surgery."
Cas nodded, still stroking Dean's hand. He kissed the top of Dean's head and whispered, "I n-need you, Dean. P-Please pull through."
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Castiel paced the hospital room nervously. It had been three days since Dean had been shot and he had still not woken up. Granted the doctors had put him in a medically induced coma, but it still worried Cas.
Dean's doctor walked in the room and Cas looked up at him hopefully. "Today's the day, right? You're going to wake him up?" Cas whispered. The doctor smiled slightly and nodded. Cas smiled a bit and watched as the doctor stopped the flow of medicine that was keeping Dean under.
"It'll take a while for him to come to, so don't get discouraged if it takes an hour or more," the doctor explained, "I'll be back in a little while to check on him."
Cas nodded and began pacing the room again as the doctor left. He'd done this so much the last three days that he swore he was wearing a path in the carpet. Occasionally Cas would stop next to the bed to wipe Dean's brow with a wet cloth or to whisper in his ear.
Now was one of those times, as Castiel sat next to Dean on the bed and took his hand. "Please wake up, Dean," Cas whispered in the blonde's ear before standing up again.
He did this every five minutes for the next hour as the anesthesia wore off. Close to the hour mark, Dean began to grunt in waking, recognizing Cas' voice. An hour and a half after the doctor stopped the anesthesia, Dean opened his eyes, blinking at the light. Cas was sitting by Dean when he opened his eyes and Dean noticed a blurry figure by his bed, stroking his hand.
"C-Cas..?" Dean said raspily, barely above a whisper. The brunette looked up and straight into Dean's eyes. Cas' face lit up at Dean's voice and the fact that his first word was Cas' name.
"I'm here.." Cas muttered, kissing the back of Dean's hand, "And I'm not going anywhere."
The doctor came back into the room at this point, breaking up their intimate moment. "Good, I see you're awake now. How are you feeling?"
"Sore," Dean replied quietly and gestured to his side where the gunshot wound was, "Especially here."
The doctor nodded, checking Dean's vitals and redressing his wound. Cas stood to the side, watching except when the hold in Dean was visible. He couldn't look at the wound because he felt responsible for Dean's injury.
After the doctor left, leaving the two men alone, Dean turned to Cas, "Are you okay? You didn't get hurt?"
Cas let out a scoff, staring at Dean incredulously, "You get shot and you're worried about me? Really?"
"Really," Dean replied, "You're more important."
Cas shook his head and stood up. He couldn't believe the man in the bed. The man barely knew Cas outside of their nurse-patient relationship, yet he was willing to risk his life to keep Cas safe. It was the exact opposite of what Cas was used to with Michael.
"Dean, you are more important right now. You're the one who is laying in a hospital bed because of a gunshot."
"And I'll be okay. The doctor said so. So now let me be worried about you."
"Fine, but I'm still going to be worried about you. So, do you need anything to eat? Or drink? Or anything else?"
Dean raised his eyebrow, "What falls under anything else?" He winked at Cas suggestively, laughing as Cas blushed red, "I'm kidding," Dean said, "How about some pie. Pie would be nice."
"I'll get you some pie then. Be right back." Cas scurried out of the room, still blushing from Dean's actions. He knew that Dean was just joking but it didn't stop Cas from reacting. If he was honest with himself, he found the sandy-haired man attractive. He had the most amazing green eyes, similar to the color of emeralds. They were deep and understanding; when Dean looked at you it felt like his was looking into your soul. Then there was his body, slim but muscular, with strong arms and the most amazing abs. But that was only in a never going to happen platonic way. Cas had always found Dean attractive, from the first time Dean treated him. That didn't mean he wanted to do sexual things to and with Dean.
Dean lay in the bed, waiting for Cas to return. He watched the door impatiently, not realizing how hungry he was until the subject of food came up. When Cas came back into the room, carrying two slices of cherry pie, Dean was so happy he thought he could kiss the dark-haired man.
Cas helped Dean sit up in the bed and put one slice of the pie on the tray in front of him. Dean sat still as Cas sat on the bed beside him.
Cas looked over at the blonde man and smiled. "Need me to feed you?" he teased, sticking his tongue out at Dean.
Dean stuck his tongue out back and grinned cheekily, "Yes, I do."
Cas laughed softly and picked up Dean's fork, putting a bite of pie on it. He moved it towards Dean's mouth, making airplane noises like he would feeding a child. Dean laughed and went to take the bite, but when he did Cas moved the fork so that the pie went all over Dean's face.
Cas laughed as Dean pouted. "Aww poor baby," Cas said in a childish voice.
Dean laughed and wiped pie on Cas' nose. Cas went cross-eyed to look at it and laughed, "Real mature, Dean."
"Says the one who smeared pie on my face," Dean reached for a napkin to wipe it off, trying not to laugh.
"You deserved it for making me feed you," Cas countered, wiping the pie off his nose.
"You offered." Dean picked up his fork and began to eat his pie, laughing.
Cas watched the blonde man eat his pie. The way he would lick the bottom of the fork as he took the pie off it, made Cas weak at the knees. He was thankful to be sitting down otherwise he probably would have fallen over from his knees giving out.
Dean looked over at Cas and winked, "See something you like?"
Cas shook his head blushing, "N-No."
The doctor walked in at that moment, giving Cas the perfect opportunity to stand up and excuse himself from the room. He leaned against the wall outside the room, taking a few deep breaths. He couldn't believe the effect that Dean was having on him - and Dean wasn't even trying.
When the doctor walked out of the room she turned to Cas, "He's going to have to stay in the hospital for a while. Even though the bullet missed any vital organs, it's still a bullet and it still did some damage. He's going to have to heal a lot before he's released to go home."
Cas nodded, "Of course. I understand. Thank you." He walked back into the room with Dean.
Dean looked up Cas and smiled, "You don't have to stay here, Cas. The doctor told me you haven't left my side since I got here. You know you don't owe me anything."
Dean was glad that Cas hadn't left, because it meant the brunette cared as much about Dean as Dean did for him. But he didn't want Cas to feel obligated to stay.
Cas shook his head, "I do owe you, Dean. If it weren't for me, when wouldn't be here. Besides, I wanted to stay, where else am I going to go?"
"Well, I'm glad you're here. I need the company while I'm stuck here. And you know, I'm going to need someone when I get to go home too."
"I'll stay with you. I mean if you want me too.. Or I can find someone else. Do you have any family or anyone to call?"
"Well.. I have a younger brother, but I'd rather have you stay with me. I can cuddle with you. I can't with Sammy."
Cas looked at Dean, smiling. Dean had just admitted he liked to cuddle with Cas, which made Cas happy because Cas like to cuddle with Dean.
"Then I'll stay with you," Cas said, sitting beside Dean again. He smiled and laid his head on Dean's shoulder. Dean smiled and rubbed Cas' arm gently.
"Thank you," Dean whispered, laying his head against Cas' and closing his eyes.
I hope you enjoyed the little bit of cuteness between the pair. Please review. :)
