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Dean started awake, he had no clue how long he had been out for but a quick survey of his surroundings showed Castiel was still unconscious. He wasn't sure if he was relieved that it was a dream or if he should be worried because Cas wasn't up yet. Ultimately he wound up somewhere in between. That would have been horrible for Castiel's mom to come in right when he woke up, especially since she had done enough damage. He never wanted to punch someone so much in his life as he did that woman.
His thoughts were interrupted however by a raspy voice, "Dean?"
"Cas," Dean smiles softly.
"I…" He blinks around, his cobalt eyes looking at the ceiling before falling back to Dean's green ones.
"It's ok, Cas… we'll talk later."
Castiel nods solemnly as he closes his eyes again, "I'm glad it's you," he murmurs meaningfully.
"Me too," Dean whispers as he drifts back.
By some stroke of luck none of the personal at the hospital kick Dean out when they catch him sleeping in the chair next to Cas's bedside. The kid ends up sleeping until well after noon the next day, which isn't surprising given the blood loss and everything.
"Hey there," Dean greets him.
"Hello, Dean," he inhales, "It was real."
"'Fraid so."
"Hm…" he hums thoughtfully.
"I read that letter," Dean informs him, Cas looking sagely out the window, "You don't have to tell me right away, but I do expect a full explanation."
Castiel nods solemnly, "Very well."
"Oh and before I forget," he pulls out the now crumpled card from his pocket, "Happy birthday."
The dark haired boy gingerly took the card, careful with his stitched up arms, "Thank you Dean." He opens it smiling sadly as he reads the stupid little premade saying, "I apologize for missing our appointment."
"Don't sweat it, I'm just glad you're still here," Dean tells him earnestly. "So your mom never knew about the program."
"No… I suppose it was my own small cry for help," he shrugs, falling silent for a beat, "I'm eighteen," Cas states blankly, like he's shocked he made it.
"That's right," Dean nods, placing a chaste kiss to Cas's chapped lips.
"I knew it," He jokes a little when they break apart.
From outside the door they hear raised voices, "Let me see my son!" the woman shouts, causing Castiel to tense.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Dean assures him as the door to his room his retched open.
Ana comes storming in with a brigade of personal behind her along with Pastor Jim.
"Sweety, oh you look awful," she greets him, coming closer for a hug he doesn't return, "I know it was the demons," she whispers in his ear.
Dean barely hears her words, but is somewhat freaked out about how eerily similar this was to his dream.
"I do not want you here," Cas informs her, his eyes cast down on the blanket.
"Angel, shh, it's ok," Ana coos, "I'm not even upset about the bathroom," she smiles.
"Leave me alone," he grits out, silent tears slipping out as the heart monitor started to spike.
"Maim, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," one of the nurses or maybe doctors took hold of her to usher her out.
"No," Ana shouts, "He needs me."
"I understand Maim, but he still needs some rest," The women motions to two of the male personal, the pair taking hold of Cas's mom and taking her out of the room.
Castiel breathes out in relief as soon as she is gone, his head dropping back down onto the pillow. Dean takes hold of his hand, rubbing his thumb against Cas's hand to help soothe him.
"The cops will want to talk to, Castiel," Pastor Jim informs him, "They know about your mother," he adds, "Or at least what I could tell them, you're old enough now so you don't have to see her if you don't want."
"Very well," he nods, "Thank you, Pastor," Cas whispers robotically.
The doctor comes in then, "I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr." he glances at the chart, "Novak, but there are two officers outside that would like to speak to you before your evaluation."
"Seems like they want us to go," Pastor Jim looks over at Dean.
Castiel's blue eyes stare wistfully out the window, "If I would have known how tedious this was going to be I wouldn't have done it," he almost jokes.
"I'll be back later," Dean assures him, not wanting to leave Castiel's side, "I promise," he winks at him as the doctor lets the officers in.
Dean goes home and showers the blood off of him and throws his clothes in the laundry. He checks the fridge to see if they need food, by the time he's done with everything it's time for Sam to get off from school; so he goes to pick him up.
"Hey Dean," Sam smiles in surprise at seeing the black Chevy.
"Hey Sammy," he greets him, as the lanky kid slides into the passenger seat.
"How's Castiel?"
"He's doing as well as can be expected," Dean tells him.
"That's good," Sam nods, "I know you care about him," he states awkwardly.
"You're too smart for your own good you know that?" he smirks at his brother.
"I know," he smiles back.
"I thought we'd grab a bite out tonight," Dean starts.
"You heading back to the hospital, later?"
"Ya, I figure you could tag along if you want…"
"Thanks Dean, but I'll just stay home and work on my homework," Sam tells him.
"Dude it's Friday."
"So…"
"So… you need to get a life, and I say this with love bro, but all work and no play make Sammy a dull boy." Dean tells him seriously.
"Whatever," Sam rolls his eyes.
"Come on man, you gotta at least kiss a chick before you graduate."
"I'm done talking about this, jerk."
Dean chuckles as Sam blushes next to him, "Bitch."
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