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Dean had never been so miserable in his life. Not only was moving painful, but when he got back to work seeing Cas caused another heartbreak. He had nothing to go back to, he became extremely depressed.

The only thought that brought him comfort was that Cas was safe. His life had no meaning. He had let the love of his life go, and he had lost the only thing that had been with him all his life. He applied for an extended leave, and Naomi was all too pleased to abide.

Days now revolved around getting drunk to numb the pain of feeling his life fall apart. Cas came over a lot. Nearly every day, he would stop by like he used to every morning for work. There were about 14 roses taped to his door now, one for each day they had been apart.

It was almost too much. The stupidest mistake of his life was probably when he decided he needed more booze after finishing his last bottle. He staggered out to his car, taking quite a while to get his key in the lock.

He put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot. All was fine until he reached the corner in front of the school. From where he was, he could see the garage, and all that pain he had tried so hard to numb came back to him.

He was angry at everything. At the homophobic bastards who did that to his most precious belonging. At himself. At life for being so cruel to him. At the empty bottle that made him relive this. Not thinking, he stepped on the gas, going 70 in a 30.

He swerved to curve and collided with a car head on. He was unconscious on impact. The paramedics had to cut him out of the car, but when they did he was smiling.

When he finally opened his eyes he groaned. Maybe it wasn't direct, but he had hoped the crash would kill him. He was so lost, so out of hope. After Lisa's death, life hit him hard.

It took him 3 goddamn years to even go on a date. His life had truly finally started to return to normal. He was in love. He was happy. He was. But now he had to live.

Live and deal with the pain he had gone to so much trouble to avoid. He was a coward, a weak coward. He was too afraid of living with his fears that he was ready to lose everything.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, Cas stood before him. He sat in the chair next to the bed, his face red and his eyes puffy. "You bastard!" he yelled, crying into Dean's shoulder, holding him tight.

"I thought that I'd have to bury you. No more of this bullshit. I love you and I don't care what happens. I can't live like this Dean. I can't live knowing that you are making both of us miserable because you think you have to protect me. I can protect myself. You almost died Dean. You were out for 3 weeks. We didn't know if you were going to make it. I thought you of all people would understand I could never go through that again. I love you. More than I ever loved Balthazar. I can't go on pretending that I'm okay with this."

Dean just started crying with him. "I'm so sorry Cas. I didn't know what else to do." At that, he wasn't sure what exactly he was talking about, breaking up with Cas or letting himself get so far gone.

Cas placed his lips against Dean's, a sweet gentle kiss that poured all of his love onto the man he was ready to face the world with. "You are mine, and I am yours, and no power on God's green Earth could ever tear us apart. I never want to have to watch over you in the hospital again."

Soft lips felt warm against Dean's cold forehead. He couldn't move much so they conceded to just sit in peace. Cas's hand remained glued to Dean's. No one dared to try and break them apart.

A nurse had tried to remove it while they both slept, but Dean woke up and gave her the dirtiest look he could muster. Much to the nurses' chagrin, it seemed there was no parting the two. That was until Dean had to go for tests to get released.

He had broken his left leg, and several ribs. He had bruises on the side of his face that now looked like an odd combination of green and yellow. The hospital nurses and doctors quickly spoke their goodbyes.

After spending a decent amount of time getting Dean into Cas's car, Cas drove to his small townhouse. It was nothing big or fancy, but it had a king bed and a tv. He wheeled Dean in and helped him get into bed.

They watched T.V. together for a few hours, and enjoyed each other's company. Cas made popcorn which of course Dean spilt on the bed. It was almost like for those brief hours, they had forgotten all that had happened. They could smile and be happy.

"Jesus Cas, I can do some things on my own. You don't need to tuck me in like a little kid." Dean whined, watching with fond irritation as the dark haired man insisted on tucking the sheets. Cas just smirked as response.

The room was small, but had a bed and a dresser. A small nightstand stood next to the bed which had a lamp on it. Cas kissed Dean, this time lingering and loving, before turning off the light. "Sweet dreams love. I'll be here when you wake up. I'll always be watching over you."

Dean turned over with some effort, groaning a bit before settling into a comfortable position. He looked straight into Cas's eyes and yawned. "Goodnight Cas, you truly are my angel."


There will be one more chapter to tie together all the loose ends. It'll be an epilogue to this series. Thank you all so much for reading this and staying with me. This was my first Supernatural piece and I was so terrified no one would like it. Thank you all truly.