Everything was just happening too damn fast. Cas couldn't figure out what was going on. He knew that the vampires were everywhere, drenching the whole warehouse with the sickening smell of blood. He killed another with a swipe of his blade, and returned to staring around, trying to find the pair of hunters. The search was, though, to no avail. The Winchesters were still nowhere to be found. He hacked his way through at least seven more of the vampires before he heard Sam shouting at him from across the room.
"Cas!" The Angel heard him shout, and his attention snapped to the tall figure instantly.
"It's Dean." No.
"He's hurt." Oh God, please, no. Cas wasted no time by walking, for he simply flew the length of the warehouse with no trouble at all. It was true. Dean had definitely been injured. There was a large gash across his abdomen, and he was losing blood by the second. Cas closed the wound as Sam fought the vampires surrounding them. Dean was still out cold. He'd lost much more blood then Castiel was comfortable with. He scooped him into his arms, muttering comforting words in Enochian, even though Dean could neither hear him, nor would he understand what he was saying. He dragged Sam with him as they flew back to the hotel room that they were staying in. Sam dropped the machete on the floor, abandoning it to look over his older brother.
"He won't wake." Cas told him, "Not for a few hours. Let him rest and he… should… be fine." Sam looked at him, "Should?" Cas shifted nervously, and uncomfortably. Sam nodded.
A total of ninety minutes later found Sam left to go to the grocery store, and Cas siting in the uncomfortable motel room chair he'd dragged up right next to the edge of Dean's bed. He had his hand on Dean's forehead as, he told himself, an effort to make sure that Dean wasn't going to suffer any complications from blood loss. He was still murmuring in Enochian.
"Bagle nenni olani gemeganza niis oi, Dean Winchester? Olani nanaeel ipamis motif ol motif oi. Olani hoath ol, Dean. Olani hoath ol. Omani hoath ol." Cas continued to murmur this phrase under his breath for at least half an hour while rubbing his thumb along Dean's forehead.
"Cas?" Perhaps things might have turned out different had Cas heard Dean. Instead he continued his muttering. And at some point through that, Cas had apparently started speaking in English. Which Dean could actually understand. Cas would later not really be sure whether this was actually a good thing. Dean sat up, staring at Cas, disregarding every part of his body telling that he was in pain, and needed to lie back down. "Wha- what was that?" Cas froze. Had he been saying all of that out loud?
"Are you really… Is that really how you feel?" Dean asked his softly.
"Yes." Cas murmured, sounding somewhat nervous
"I love you."
A/N: This is actually the one should be updating today!
T/N:
Baglenenni olani gemeganza niis oi: What have I done for this?
Olani nanaeel ipamis motif ol motif oi: I do not like you like this.
Olani hoath oi: I love you (:D)