Dean fell to his knees and grabbed Castiel's hand between his, lifting it to his chest.
"Stay with me man. Stay with me. I may not know you that well, hell, I don't even know if I should trust you, but at this point you're all I've got. And I can't survive this without you." Dean said, distraught, still clenching the tiny, cold hand between his palms.
"Don't leave now, Cas." Dean choked quietly.
Still kneeling, Dean put his face near Castiel's, hoping to feel a faint warm breath or hear a quiet wheeze. After a few moments, he put his hand on Castiel's heart. He felt nothing. He heard nothing. There was nothing. Dean stood up quickly. He wasn't sure what to do. He was mad, confused, distraught, terrified, but most of all, he was alone.
Dean put his head against the nearby wall and kicked it hard. He swore under his breath. He backed away and stood by Castiel again. He looked towards the ceiling and yelled in anger.
"Listen, God, I know I'm new to this whole 'religion' thing, but hell, if angels are real, then you must be, right? Well my freakin' angel isn't breathing! Can't you bring him back to life? I'm kind of unprepared here!"
Dean sighed heavily and heard a voice that sounded like it had a permanent smirk in it.
"I was sent in response to your prayer. I was kind of in the middle of something, so if you could quit whining, so I-" the angel stopped when Dean stepped aside and saw the pale figure on the floor.
He ran over to him and placed the back of his hand on Castiel's forehead.
"Baby brother…" he said softly.
Dean stepped over towards the angel. "You know Cas?"
"I don't just know, Castiel. We're family." The angel said in a 'Duh. Of Course.' tone.
"Well, what's wrong with him? Can you bring him back to life?" Dean asked impatiently.
"Wow. You really are new to this angel stuff."
"So he's not dead?" Dean asked again.
"The only way to tell if an angel's dead is if his wings are out. Castiel's wings aren't out." The angel explained.
"He's not breathing, though." Dean responded, gesturing towards his unmoving chest.
The angel rolled his eyes. "Angel's don't breathe, dumbnut. He's just in a comatose state. He'll only wake up once his grace starts to recharge. That could take anywhere from a day to a millennium. What exactly did he do to exhaust his grace this much?"
"He exorcised around 200 demons at once." Dean answered, a twinge of guilt in his words.
The angel let out an exasperated sigh. "That's Castiel for you. He's a legend in heaven, but sometimes he really does not think."
"So. Can't you recharge this "grace" stuff?" Dean asked.
"He's a special angel. He's been to hell too many times for even an angel of my power to recharge his grace without depleting themself."
"What do you mean of your power?" Dean questioned dubiously.
"I'm an archangel – highest rank of angel in heaven. I'm Gabriel. You may have heard of me." He said extending his hand.
Dean grasped his hand and shook it. "Dean Winchester – Most important man in the universe." He winked at Gabriel.
Gabriel's face turned a pale shade of white. "I'm sorry. I must leave. I can't be here."
"How do I help him?" Dean demanded hastily.
"You're special like you said, so think fairytale. That's all I can say. I'm sorry." Gabriel said and with a flutter of wings, he was gone.
"Dammit!" Dean yelled. "Think fairytale? What's that even supposed to mean?"
Dean recalled any stories he could remember from his childhood; Snow White, Cinderella, Mulan, Pocahontas, Sleeping Beauty.
"That stupid ultrasound lady…" Dean muttered. His parents were informed they were having a girl and so everyone gave pink items and girly Disney movies. And that's what made his childhood. He shook away the horrific memories of his early childhood and thought about the stories.
"In Snow White, the chick runs away from home, gets poisoned, and then rescued by the prince. In Cinderella, the chick sneaks out to a party and gets the guy. In Mulan, the chick runs away, saves the kingdom, and gets the guy. In Pocahontas, the chick sneaks off with her friend, goes to war with his people, and then rushes to his side when he gets hurt, and then gets the guy. In sleeping beauty, the chick is asleep and gets woken by her prince." Dean thought out loud.
Dean thought for a minute. "Well they always do something stupid and get in trouble. Cas did something stupid and is in trouble." He said casting a wary glance at the lump on the floor. "Where is this going?" he asked the lump, before returning to his original thought process. "And in the stories, they are rescued by the prince. So if Cas is the idiot princess or heroine or whatever the hell they are, am I the prince?" Dean wondered out loud in disgust.
Dean began going over how the prince saved the princesses.
"Well I have nothing to kill at this point…" He concluded.
"And Cas isn't physically injured, at least not that I can fix with bandages…"
"Marrying a comatose angel isn't the solution either. Thanks a lot Cinderella." Dean mused.
"This only leaves…" Dean started. "Oh hell no!" Dean yelled into the ceiling. "Up yours, Gabriel!"
Dean displayed a look on his face as if he saw a dead squirrel on his pie.
"Here goes nothing." Dean muttered with a sigh.
He knelt by Castiel and looked at him for a few moments. He closed his eyes and quickly and lightly pressed his lips on Cas'. He went to draw back, but felt a heat surge through his mouth and pull him harder on Castiel. He opened his eyes to see faint glow coming from Castiel and the color returning to his skin. Castiel's eyes fluttered open and Dean tore himself off. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Dude. What the hell what that?" Dean exclaimed.
"You recharged my grace, Dean." Castiel stated as he raised himself to his feet.
"Well, don't make me do that again. That wasn't exactly peachy for me." Dean complained.
"I'll keep that in mind. I was unaware you had that kind of power within you, though, Dean. Even an archangel couldn't recharge my grace at that state."
"Speaking of, your buddy Gabriel stopped by." Dean added.
"Why did he come by?" Cas asked.
"He instructed me to…you know...kiss you." Dean said his face turning crimson and breaking eye contact.
"Oh okay." Castiel replied. "I've brought you to a safe place. It isn't very comfortable, but it's warded against pretty much anything except angels and humans."
"So that's what these symbols and shit are?" Dean asked.
"Yes. That is what these symbols are. As for the shit, there are no feces in here. Only blood." Castiel replied.
"I take it the symbols are painted with blood." Dean stated.
"That would be correct."
"So what if I'm hungry or tired or need to pee?" Dean asked. "I don't see a McDonalds or bed around here anywhere." Dean argued defiantly
"I can make it a little more comfortable for you, Dean. I can also bring you any food you request." Castiel calmly answered.
He snapped his fingers and a king sized bed appeared in the corner of the room. At the same time, a door appeared a few feet from the bed.
"There's a bathroom through that door." Castiel pointed towards the door.
"Oh thanks, Cas."
"Like I said earlier, It's my duty to heaven." Castiel replied.
"What is it exactly that you're protecting me from?" Dean asked.
"I don't know for certain, but there are creatures from all depths of hell that could have been released to find you. We don't know which one or ones that were released, but I'm here to ensure that whatever or whoever they are, they don't get to you."
"And if you don't protect me?" Dean asked.
"Then I lose my wings. Not like it would matter. Hell and Heaven would collide causing a loss of order and a mass of chaos. So I'm going to protect you or die trying." Cas stated boldly.
"Well. It's almost noon. Care for some lunch?" Dean proposed.
"Angels don't eat." Castiel replied.
"Can you?" Dean asked.
"Well, yes, but we don't need to." Castiel responed.
"Well in that case, grab something tasty for yourself and get me a burger and slice of pie, the best pie in the world." Dean said.
With a flutter, Castiel vanished, but a few minutes later, he returned with two Big Macs, a box of fries and a warm pie in a box. The box had Chinese writing on it.
"Best pie in the world." Castiel said and placed the pie in front of Dean. He poured some of the fries on the napkin and passed a burger to Dean.
"Thanks dude." Dean said with his mouth half full from the burger.
Cas smiled as he took a bite from his own.