Tell me, Dean! (Part 6)
"C'mon Cas! Everything's gonna be alright! I've got you!"
They were in the parking lot and Dean was slowly trying to get Castiel out of the backseat of the Impala. As he took Cas in his arms Dean felt the warm red liquid drip on his skin. This reminded him of the time he had to take Sam's body and drag him in one of the rooms in that camp. Only that this time it was Cas, and he was still alive, so he had to be gentler with him. He entered the main lobby and knocked frenetically on Sam's door yelling his name. There was no answer so he just opened the door to their room and gently put Castiel on the bed. He went to search in his duffel for stitches and other first aid alternatives they were carrying around. He ran to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in the sink.
The bubbling noises that came from his friend were alarming him. Cas might have lost too much blood already, I should have taken him to a hospital! Dean came close to the bed and bent over Cas slowly cleaning his wounds, taking extremely good care of the one around his neck. After cleaning the wounds and disinfecting them he realized that the cut on the area around the jugular vein wasn't as deep as he thought. Thanks goodness!
"C'mon Cas, it's not that bad. Please!"
The part that hit the wall was not that bad either. It was something bad for a normal person, but for him, as hunter, was something normal. He saw worse. Because of this blow Cas would be unconscious for a few hours but nothing would be damaged. Dean started stitching him slowly and carefully talking to him and reassuring him.
After about half an hour he finished. He bandaged Castiel's wounds and put him in a comfortable position on the bed making him drink some water. He sat on the chair nearby watching his bandaged chest as it would rise and lower as he breathed. His breathing was now more regulate and sounded almost normal.
"You scared me, you son of a bitch!" Dean said as he watched Cas sleeping, smiling and passing shaky hands trough his hair.
He could have stared at him the whole night, it was amazing and intimate watching him sleep, almost mesmerizing. Dean felt the urge to go and sit on the bed next to Cas and caress his now pale cheeks, run his hand trough his dark soft hair and wash away the blood. He wanted to be so much closer to him and to take the pain away and thank him for what he'd done. And there's more. You don't just want to shake his hands and thank him. It's him you want to shake. Usually he would have sent those thoughts far away in a lost corner of his mind, but right now he just wanted to have the guts to admit it was true. So he stood up and went to sit on the bed. His hand was gently laid on Castiel's cheekbones caressing the skin with the thumb.
"What are we doing, Cas?" The look on Dean's face now resembled the feelings that were overwhelming him entirely: head tilt, brows raised, eyes watery and reflecting confusion and love for the person he was staring at. He came closer to Castiel's face and slowly touched his cheeks with his. Sinking his face in the space between his shoulder and head he released a long trembling sigh. He raised his head and caressed Castiel's forehead then he stood up and arranged his clothes and remembered he still had blood stains on his shirt. First I have to call Sam. Where the hell is he, anyway? He saw a landline phone on the nightstand and picked up the receiver about to dial Sam's number when he heard a loud noise behind him. As he turned around he saw his brother standing in the door, panting and looking worried at Castiel.
Sam's eyes moved from Castiel to Dean and closed the door behind him.
"You were the ones at the bar." Sam said it in a low worried voice while watching Dean's blood stained shirt. "Are you hurt?" he drew closer to Dean and they both sat on the free bed.
"You know about the werewolf?" Dean's eyebrows lifted. You're the best hunter Sammy! This thought made him smile, he was really proud of his little brother.
"Yeah. I got a call from a hunter I once helped. He told me to look into the killings here because something was off."
"Well, case closed. I killed the son o-" Dean licked his lips and his smile faded away. Sam didn't seem to notice it.
"No, the case is far from closed. It looks like there are more bastards killing people around these parts. Come, I'll show you." Sam stood up and walked towards the door waiting then for Dean to follow.
Dean was still sitting on the bed looking concerned at Cas. For so long, the only person who had his affection was Sam and the only way he showed it was trough jestful words. How could he show his affection to someone who doesn't get jokes? You mean, how to show love in the proper way and how to show your real feelings? That voice in his head was annoying him once again so Sam's voice came like a life buoy in the middle of a stormy sea.
"Dean, Cas is going to be fine."
Dean raised his eyes and looked at Sam.
"Yeah, you're right."
Dean followed Sam in his room and sat on the bed while his brother turned the laptop on. After an hour of talking about the case and planning their next actions Dean agreed that it was time to go to sleep. He leaved the room with a sleepy "Sleep tight" and closed the door to his room as soon as he got in.
He stood in front of the door for several minutes watching Cas sleep. He didn't change his position. His breathing was normal again and the colors in his cheeks seemed to return slowly. Dean smiled as he moved towards his bed. He undressed completely standing next to his bed in only his underwear. He threw his clothes in a corner searching in his duffel bag for a new and clean shirt. He wasn't afraid that Cas might wake up since he knew it was physically impossible for him, but even if Cas would see him like that, at this point he didn't care anymore. Actually, he wished Cas would somehow wake up and see him like that. Sleep! See what happens if I don't have my four hours? He took a black shirt from the duffel and got dressed. He slowly sat on the bed, arm underneath his head, face toward Cas and a calm smile on his face. He looked at the clock, it was 4:26 am, and he could still get his four hours.