"Cas? CAS!"

Agh damn you, angel boy!

"CAS!"

She shook him. Hard. Cradled him in her arms, clinging to his motionless body, trying to get some kind of reaction.

"Castiel, can you hear me?! HEY! SAY something!"

The pain and despair let her scream angry words at him.

"Damn you, DO something!"

She gripped the back of his head to keep it from falling back. Her hand touched wet locks; Meg pulled it back. Blood. He was bleeding.

And although it must have been quite a wound, it shouldn't have been enough to let him pass out like this. He was a damn angel! A little laceration couldn't really hurt him, could it? She thought about it. He was still an angel, right? Crazy or not, he didn't loose his grace, right?

She looked back at him. His blue eyes stared back at her.

"CAS! Finally! Hey! HEY!"

She shook him again, but he didn't react. He just...stared. His eyes like those of a dead person: blankly staring, not moving, expressionless, empty. As if someone had forgotten to close them. But he'd moved right? He wasn't dead!

"Cas?!"

No. Still no reaction. Great! And now? She couldn't just leave him here -although she almost considered it for a second. He had to be in his hospital bed by morning, otherwise there would be questions. And that's not a thing she'd want. Questions were always bad.

Carefully, she lay the motionless body back down. First, she had to get him back to the hospital. She could wonder about the rest later.

It was easier said then done, getting the body into the seat without any help.

After what felt like hours, she finally had the seat belt wrapped around him, so that he wouldn't fall off. Carefully Meg started the engine and drove through the night back to the sanatorium. Meg was lucky: it was late, so that nearly no one was pacing the halls when she sneaked inside. On the way an idea had come to her, how she could avoid dragging the body through the floors behind her.

A wheelchair was easy to find. Wheeling Castiel through the back door into the nurses' changing room, she still made sure no one saw her. And now? She had to get him into his patient grown somehow! Otherwise the nurses would know that he was out. She had no other choice.

Undressing him was much sexier, when he'd helped. If she wouldn't have known better, she'd almost say she felt bad for invading his private sphere. Especially with his eyes still staring blankly ahead.

Meg had tried to close them multiple times, but they'd spring open again and again, almost as if something forced him to keep them open.

Fortunately, she didn't have to change his underwear. That would have been weird, even for her. The white shirt and pants were wide and easy to put on.

After she'd rearranged his body in the chair, she quickly grabbed her scrubs, too and wandered off into the shower to change. Even though he didn't react, she wouldn't put on a strip-show for him right now!

Changed and ready, she rolled him back out, up with the elevator to the first floor and back in his room. Carefully she carried his heavy body to the bed and lay him down, tugged the sheets around him and once more tried to close his eyes, before she left the room to bring back the wheelchair.

Down in the hall, as she passed the office, she remembered something. The wound on his head would still leave questions. And a bloody stain on the pillow probably. Quickly she sneaked into the -luckily- empty office. Her intend was to manipulate the files, so that no one would know of their trip outside. Then, she went to the supply room to get a new pillow and some bandages.

Meg got back to find that Cas had finally closed his eyes. Carefully, she lifted his head to fix up his head and the bloody pillow. When she lay his head back down, now having a white bandage wrapped around it, she twitched when his stare was back at her. Ah, so he only reacted, when something was happening to him? Interesting. And fucking scary.

"Oh Clarence," she murmured soothingly, "you know it's impolite to stare at a woman like that." And then, out of an impulse, she bend down to kiss his cheek softly while closing his eyes again, hoping they'd stay shut.

Without a look back she left the room to get rid of the bloody pillow and inform the Winchesters, with whom she'd kept in contact to inform them about Castiel's condition.

But she would be back.

Because after all, she was his nurse and had to care for him.

Note: There it is. The final chapter, bringing us full circle, back to the original story. I will publish a short epilogue linking 7x21 to it in a few minutes.

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Thanks so much for reading! Bye for now! I have an epilogue to write! ;) xo Franzi