'Coma' they called it. A slumber, it was.
And it was one of the very rare occasions Dean wished for his dad to be at least a little protective. Wished for him to call it a deep sleep, a nightmare maybe. But the name of this demon he fought within his sleep was death and not slumber.

'Paralyzation' they called it. A curse, it was for Castiel.
He couldn't leave the hospital, he had nowhere to go to anymore. Staying was torture.
But time healed his superficial wounds and medication cured his pain. After all, the only scars that remained weren't visible to the doctors and nurses. They ran deep and ate him up inside.

And in the early night he tried to run from the place that gave him shelter. He knew it wasn't meant to be for long, he would be sent off one day. But how could you run from the past? Where do you run to, when you lost everything?