Hello darlings! Thanks again for reading my story! I know, I say that every chapter, but I'm so happy people are actually reading this :P and so again I must say I will be your best friend if you review this! Pleaseeeee. Everyone who reviews can come to my magnificent garden party... okay so maybe there's no garden party, but you can still be my best friend! Okay, okay. Here's chapter 7 lovelies!

Chapter 7

Dean wouldn't leave Cas's room all day. The only time was to go cut his stomach with the knife he carried strapped to his ankle. He had always kept that knife, just in case. At some point during the day, Dean wasn't sure when, he had stopped crying. His heart had stopped hurting. It was replaced with a numbness that sent chills up his spine.

Hannah had to leave a couple hours ago, but she was worried about him. She was okay with the tears. Tears she could handle. But the moment when Dean's face turned from pained to expressionless, she was scared. He hadn't said anything. Just stared at Cas blankly. She didn't want to leave but Quinn and Myah were getting worried and she knew she couldn't stay forever.

An hour after Hannah had left, Noura burst into the room crying and whimpering "oh my god! Cas!" over and over. She had knelt down next to Dean and sobbed over Cas's body. When her tears had finally subsided she attempted to make conversation with Dean, but he refused to speak. He didn't even really hear her. He was lost in his thoughts. The voice in his head wouldn't seem to shut up about how this was his fault and he should have been there for Cas.

Noura kept pacing around the room, occasionally sitting down on the chair in the corner, but she never sat for long. Her restlessness was beginning to annoy Dean. He just wanted some peace and quiet while he was with Cas.

"Dean, maybe you should go get some coffee or something," Noura said for about the billionth time in an attempt to get Dean to acknowledge her.

Dean, like every other time, said nothing.

"Please Dean," Noura begged, crossing the room towards him. "I know you can hear me."

She bent down beside him. "Come on," she laughed weakly in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Quit being a bitch." She reached out and touched his stomach, pushing him gently.

Dean winced at the sting of his new cuts, absently reaching for his abdomen. He looked up at Noura to see a mix of confusion and worry on her face. He silently cursed himself for being stupid enough to flinch at the small touch. Was he really that weak? Who was he kidding, of course he was.

"Dean?" Noura asked cautiously, sitting on the floor next to him.

"Hm?" Dean replied, trying to act nonchalant even though he knew she saw it.

"Are you okay?" Noura whispered.

Dean laughed bitterly. "My boyfriend was in a car crash. How do you think I am?"

"That's not what I mean," she murmured.

There was a long pause and Dean could visibly see the realization dawn on her face. "Dean," she said, her voice sounding more firm now. "Lift up your shirt."

"Woah. Sorry sweetie, I'm taken," Dean attempted to joke, but it just ended up sounding pathetic.

"Dean," Noura hissed. "Lift. Up. Your. Shirt."

Dean shook his head slightly. "It's nothing."

"Bullshit," Noura growled. "Let me see."

Dean glanced at her sadly, noting the fierce determination in her eyes. He knew that she always considered him a friend as well as Cas. "I can't…"

"Dean," her eyes pierced him like daggers. "Please."

He sighed deeply before lifting up the hem of his shirt a bit. He heard the gasp escape her lips and he closed his eyes in defeat. He dropped his shirt, not daring to lift his eyelids in fear of what he knew he would see written all over her face.

"Dean," her voice sounded desperate. "Look at me."

Dean opened his eyes tentatively, only to be pulled into a hug. "Don't," she whispered into his ear. "You can't do this to yourself. Think about Cas. How will he feel about this?"

Dean pulled away quickly, staring into her warm eyes. "Please don't tell him. You can yell at me, do whatever you need to do, but just please don't tell him."

"Dean," she murmured. "He needs to know. He can help you."

"Well if you haven't noticed, he's pretty damn close to being dead! So I really don't think you'll have to worry about telling him," Dean growled.

"If he does wake up though-" Noura began before being cut off by Dean.

"He won't," he hissed.

"Humor me," she said gently. "If he does wake up, will you let me tell him? Let him help you?"

"Fine," Dean grumbled. "Because I've got news for you; he's not waking up."

Dean stood suddenly and stormed out of the room, heading straight for the bathroom. He wasn't sure how long he stayed in there, but it still wasn't enough to wrap his mind around the fact that Cas probably wasn't going to wake up.

As soon as he was done, he turned down the hallway that lead to Cas' room and almost knocked Noura over. "What the hell!" Dean exclaimed, catching her by the arm.

"Dean!" Noura screeched, ignoring his comment. "I've been looking everywhere for you! It's Cas!"

"What?" Dean's eyes widened. "What about him?"

"He woke up! I don't know what happened. I was sitting beside his bed and it just happened!"

Dean smiled so wide he thought the top of his head would pop off. "Oh my god!"

He shot down the hallway, Noura not far behind. He couldn't get to Cas's room fast enough and when he finally did his breath caught in his throat. There Cas was, his beautiful ocean colored eyes gazing at him. Cas looked towards the door almost before Dean was there, as if he could sense he was coming. Dean could feel tears blur his vision as he dropped down on the edge of Cas's bed. He could hear Doctor Freemont saying that she had no idea how he had recovered that quickly and how he had no signs of ever having a head injury, but Dean didn't care. He didn't care how Cas recovered as long as he was better.

Cas and Dean stared at each other adoringly for a few seconds before Dean pulled Cas into a tight hug, burying his face into his Angel's neck. "I thought I'd lost you," he breathed. "I thought you were gone."

"What, and leave you here?" Cas laughed. "Never."

"God, I love you," Dean choked back tears, clinging onto Cas like he was a life raft.

"I love you too," Cas stroked Dean's short hair gently. "I won't leave you. I promised, remember?"

Cas pulled back slightly so he could press his lips to Dean's. Dean drank him in, savoring every moment. He thought he would never get to kiss that perfect mouth again. When Cas finally pulled back he gave Dean a smile that made his heart skip a beat. Cas leaned in so that his lip brushed Dean's ear. "And I don't break promises."