Hi.

This is the penultimate chapter (one more to go)

This deals with the aftermath.

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Dean looked down at the prone body laid out in front of him, a single tear running down his cheek. The breeze caught up and gently lifted a side of tan material, flapping it up over a trouser clad leg, folding. He reached out a trembling hand to pull it back to where it should be, smoothing the creases out of the coat.

He had sent Sam to call for Bobby, asking him to get down here to help out any way he could. Looking down, he watched as Castiel's eyes flicked beneath his lids, face pale, breath coming out in small gasps.

'Come on' he whispered, tenderly pushing a strand of hair away from Cas' forehead. 'Wake up. Heal'

He checked the angels' wound; a huge, deep gash carved deep into his stomach by the Raphael's blade. He started slightly as Castiel twitched. He looked into his face, heart jumping slightly when he eyes locked onto bright blue ones, which had cracked open blearily.

'Hey' he moved forwards, gently cupping Cas' face with his hand. Castiel whimpered slightly, face pressing into Dean's palm. 'I got you' Dean assured him. 'Your safe. You did it!' he tried to sound positive, but Castiel was out of it.

He watched as Cas's eyes rolled up into his head, mouth gaping slightly open. 'No. Don't do this. Stay awake.' He shook Castiel desperately, anything to keep him awake. 'Stay with me. Don't leave me!' Dean started to panic now, eyes streaming with tears. 'Cas!' But it didn't work. Castiel slipped into unconsciousness again.

Dean sank back onto his knees, eyes still locked onto the angel's closed ones. A series of loud footsteps interrupted him. He looked up to see his brother, walking towards him. Sam had a bruised face and his nose looked badly broken. Dried blood showed a trail down to his chin.

'You ok?' he asked him, as Sam knelt down next to him.

'Not really' sighed Sam, motioning to Castiel on the floor in front of him. Dean nodded and returned to his vigil.

'Bobby coming?' he asked without looking up.

'Yeah. Fast as he can. Why doesn't he wake up and heal himself. And who the hell was that?' Sam looked at his brother, demanding answers. He looked dazed, and maybe had a concussion.

'Sammy, I'll tell you later, right now-'

'No Dean you tell me now!' Sam looked angrily at his brother. 'Cas is my friend too, you know. I may not be as close to him as you are, but I care for him too. Who the hell thought he had the right to hurt him?'

Dean sighed. 'The guys name was Raphael.'

Sam blinked. 'The Archangel?'

'Yep. The one and only. He was the one who killed Cas just before you started the apocalypse. Then he came back, when we split up, and threatened to come back to kill him. He did. Well, at least he tried.' Dean didn't look up to Sam, still concentrating on his angel.

'How comes he cant heal?' asked Sam.

Dean shrugged. 'He had half his grace ripped out. The evil scumbag said it was kept in his wings. Maybe he's lost the mojo that helps him heal.'

Sam looked appalled. 'His wing? You mean he only has one wing?' He watched with an open mouth as Dean nodded wordlessly. He bent down and checked the angel's wound.

'It's not as deep as it looks. More than a flesh wound, but nothing a few stitched won't fix.' He winced. 'More than a few stitches.'

They jumped when another voice cut through the darkness. 'You two in there!' Bobby strode into the room, torch on and gun aloft.

'We're here Bobby. It's Cas-he's pretty bad.' Dean brought him up to date, once Bobby had come closer, telling him about Raphael.

'Jeez' Bobby rubbed the back of his neck. He pulled of Sam's saturated jacket and placed a clean towel he had brought with him. 'Let's get him in the truck. Get him back to mine. I can deal with it there better.'

Sam nodded, but Dean looked apprehensive. 'Should we wake him? See if he's in pain?' he asked, eyes once again scanning Castiel's face.

Bobby shook his head. 'Once we get him home, I can get morphine in him. He wont be in pain then.'

Sam looked impressed. 'Morphine? From where?'

Bobby gave him and impatient look, head nodding to Castiel, reminding him of his other priority. 'I know someone who works in a hospital, ok?'

Sam held up his hands. 'How're we gonna do this?'

Bobby motioned to Castiel. 'You grab his legs, Dean you grab under his arms.'

Dean hesitated. 'As soon as we get him up, the sooner we can get him outta pain.'

Dean nodded, shuffling over to Castiel's head. He bent down and gently pulled Cas up by his arms, watching as Cas winced when his back was strained. He nearly slipped on something wet and his stomach lurched when he realised he was standing in Cas' blood. With the weight shared by Sam, the two brothers soon got Cas outside and into the back of Bobby's truck.

'I'll get someone to bring your car back tomorrow' assured Bobby. Dean shot him an angry look.

'I'd rather have Cas alright right now' he said forcefully, jumping in the back next to Cas, gently cradling the angel's head in his lap.

Sam and Bobby shared a look, before climbing in the front and starting the ride back to Bobby's.

Ooh. Poor Dean. :C

Bobby to the rescue!

Thanks for reading- I know I said this would be the last, but I think I can fit one more in! :D

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