Chapter 26:

A/N: The chapter you've all been waiting oh so patiently for. Just as a reminder this chapter is in Dean's point of view and the next chapter will probably be the same. One more reminder; this is in no way shape or form realistic. The name for the lake was a randomly generated name from a name generator. So is the doctor's name.

A song that goes really well with this chapter is Bullet For My Valentine - A Place Where You Belong.

Thank you: tricey03, darkphoenix2345, Casismyfavorite, Midnight Blue Angel 24, yaoi lover14706, The Ashes Fan, Supernatural Lover D.S.W, casdean185, and bearberry915 for the reviews.

P.S. I changed Dean's age because in the show his birthday is in January so it would have already pasted, so he's Cas' age now. (Uh… just pretend they celebrated it, yeah?)

I didn't reread this chapter like I normally do so they're may be more mistakes than normal. I'm just too lazy to reread such a long chapter after typing it all. Sorry.

I look down at Castiel's lifeless body on the verge of a breakdown. "C-Cas? Cas? Come on open your eyes." He's completely limp in my arms.

I shake him a little, trying not to hurt him too bad. Pulse, check for a pulse. I think but can't seem to move my hands to his neck because somehow I already know that I won't feel anything other than cold skin, but I don't want to confirm my thoughts. Get together Dean, it's going to be okay, Cas needs you right now, you won't lose someone else.

I reach down to his neck with a shaky hand cautiously and place two blood soaked fingers on the blood vessel that should be pulsating with the rush of blood but find nothing there. My own heart rate speeds up.

I search desperately for that bumping in his neck but no matter where I search, where I place my fingers on his neck, I can't find anything and instead smear blood all over Castiel's neck. "N-n-n-no, no, no, no, please." I lift up his wrist and try to find pulse there. Still nothing.

"Shit." I curse as a wave of nausea rushes through me. I look around the woods, not knowing what to do. I find myself patting Castiel's hair, smudging his blood onto his forehead. "It's okay Cas, it's going to be okay, I'll protect you." I squeeze my eyes shut in the effort to stop crying but it doesn't help. If anything it makes me cry even more.

I'm rocking my body back and forth to calm myself so I can think straight. "You promised you wouldn't die damn it." I lay my head down on his chest, getting blood on my forehead from the blood that was once pooling out of the wound. My body convulses with sobs, small whimpers coming from between my lips.

I lift up my head and kiss his forehead that is cold against my lips, despite the cold air cooling my lips. There's still blood trickling out of his mouth. Then a thought hits me. The Impala! "Come on Cas." I put my arm under his shoulders and under his knees. I lift him up in bride style.

I try to find my way back to the Impala as quick as possible but it's not easy. More than once I end up back to where I started, gun powder smell still in the air and a pool of blood being soaked up into the ground where Castiel once lay.

I do manage to get to the Impala after some hard core searching and place Castiel into the back not caring if blood gets on the seat.

Would it be faster to call for an ambulance? I think as I remember my spare cell phone. I decide on calling to check and dig through the glove department, dumping things everywhere. Where is it? Where the hell is it? I search on the floor and under the front and back seat but still can't find it.

By now I'm starting to panic. I go to the trunk and open it, throwing everything that is in it on the ground. Yes, here it is, finally. I pull the phone from the trunk and dial the famous three numbers.

"Nine one one, what's your emergency?" The woman asks.

"My boyfriend's been shot and I don't know if it'll be quicker for me to bring him to the hospital or have an ambulance sent." I say frantically.

"Okay sir." The woman says calmly. "Where are you now?"

"Hexner Lake… he's passed out and I can't wake him." I cry.

"Okay sir; please just stay calm, someone is on their way." She pauses to make sure I'm still there. "Does he have a pulse?"

"I can't find one." I sound pathetic. "But he was fine just a minute ago, he can't die."

"How much blood has he lost, sir, and have you put pressure on the wound?" She asks professionally.

"He's lost a lot." I pause. ""Yeah, yeah, I have put pressure on the wound but I'm not now."

"Okay, please continue to put pressure on the wound." She instructs and I climb into the Impala, press down onto the cloth covering the wound. I hoped there would be a reaction from Castiel but there is none.

The woman on the phone speaks up. "What should I tell the paramedics to look for when they get there?"

"Um… a 1967 Chevy Impala." I answer.

"Police are also on the way, since this is a shooting." The woman says. "Would you like me to stay on the phone with you until they get there?"

"No." I answer. "It's okay, I'm sure you have to take other calls. Thanks."

"Okay, keep pressure on the wound." She says. "Bye bye."

I hang up and lay my head down in the crook of Castiel's neck. "It's okay Cas, people are coming to help you now, just hang on, okay?" I take a deep breath, savoring Castiel's smell, if you can get pass the smell of blood. I lie there listening for sirens and when they finally come I climb out of the Impala. They pull up but to my dismay it's the cops, not an ambulance.

"Hello sir." The cop walks up to me with a flashlight.

I start to panic again. "Where… where are the paramedics?"

"They're on their way." The cop says.

"No." My voice rises. "He needs them now."

"Son, just calm down, they're almost here." The cop reassures me.

As if they knew they were needed this instant, sirens sound and an ambulance pulls up. Two female paramedics hop out of the truck and rushes over to me. "Where's the victim?"

"In my car." I answer.

"Okay." One of the women says. She has brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, light blue eyes shining from the moonlight. "We're going to have to get him out of there." She rushes over to the Impala.

"Did you move the body?" The other paramedic, blonde hair also in a ponytail, glasses set firmly on her face, asks me.

Body… That word sends a shiver up my spine. "Yes, I had to get to my spare cell phone and couldn't just leave him in the woods alone."

"I understand but you could have traumatized his body by moving it." The blonde goes to help the brunette.

"Young man?" The cop comes up behind me. "I'm going to need you to answer some questions. What's your name?"

I watch as the two women pull Castiel's body out of the back of the Impala. "D-Dean." My eyes don't leave Castiel. I watch as they gently set him down on the cold, hard ground.

"Did you perform CPR Dean?" The brunette asks me, obviously hearing me answer the cop's question.

"No… I didn't think to do that." Tears swell in my eyes again. How could I have been so stupid?

The brunette eyes me then gets to work on Castiel as the cop begins talking again. "I'm going to have to have you show me where the body was." More cops are coming now.

"I want to wait until they tell me Cas is okay." I say as I watch the paramedics check Castiel's vital.

"Cas that young man's name?" The cop asks.

"Castiel… Novak…" I watch as the paramedics, with their latex gloved hands, start to lift the shirt off the gunshot wound. "Be careful…" I snap. "That hurts him."

The two women look at each other then the brunette goes back to work as the blonde looks at me with sympathy in her eyes. She takes a deep breath. "He's not going to feel it honey."

My heart beat speeds up. "Why not?" I already know the answer but I can't seem to believe it, to convince my brain that it's true. The blonde looks down. "Why not?" I ask more forcefully.

The two women exchange a look. Then the brunette gets up and walks over to me. "I'm really sorry but…" She takes a deep breath. "He doesn't have a pulse honey." I know what it means, I'm not stupid, but for some reason I still can't believe it, not until I hear it, so I remain silent. "He's passed away sweetie." She goes to talk to one of the cops.

My heart stops beating, breaks into tiny little bits that I'm sure Castiel would have loved slitting his wrists with just to add to the blood and tears pouring out of my heart, not to mention the pain. The pain is so great that all I want to do is lie down next to Castiel and die right along with him. To bleed out into the void that I'm currently falling into. The thought of our blood pooling onto the ground together excites me and I have to fight the urge to grab the gun hooked to the cop's belt and give myself a bullet wound, to kill myself with the pain that my dad gave Castiel.

Anger floods into my chest and I clench my teeth together, hands curl into tight fists, ready to punch the next person to get in the way of the fucking bastard who hurt Castiel. Cas, how could you do this to me?

I feel the hot sting of tear before I even realize I'm crying. "C-can I sit with him… before you question me? Please?" I ask, turning to the cop.

"I really need to know where the body was and I can't have you contaminating the crime scene." The cop says, though he wears a sympathetic look.

"I don't even know if I'll be able to find it in the dark." I sniffle. "And I already contaminated it didn't I?"

The cop looks hesitant but slowly nods. "How old are you son?"

"Seventeen." I answer simply.

He shakes his head. "My boss is going to kill me. Fine we'll wait till later. How can I reach you?" I write my spare cell phone's number down on a piece of paper the cop gives me. "Is there anyone you would like me to call?"

I shake my head. "No thank you. I'll take care of it."

The cop nods then walks away to discuss matters with other fellow officers. I walk up to Castiel, lying on the ground, and kneel down beside him. I begin patting his bangs out of his eyes. "How could you leave me? You said you wouldn't die." I cry. I lean down and kiss his forehead then I kiss his lips. I sit up surprised though because I feel wind on my lips. I look to Castiel's chest and see it rise and fall shallowly. I gape in amazement. "H-h-he's breathing. Help, he's breathing." I yell out.

Both the two paramedics come rushing back and check for themselves. "He's right, he's breathing again. He wasn't a few minutes ago." I smile with absolute joy. "Get a stretcher, quick, this boy needs a hospital.

I watch as someone brings over a stretcher. The two paramedics put a neck brace around Castiel's neck. They also place a manual oxygen mask over his mouth then lift up his body, strapping him onto the stretcher. "You bringing him to the hospital now?" I ask the blonde.

"Yes, you want to come?" She asks as the others slide Castiel into the ambulance. I nod. "You want to ride with us or drive your car.?"

"I'll… drive my car." I say, not taking my eyes off Castiel, now receiving an IV drip.

"Okay, when you get to the hospital just say your name at the desk." Someone calls her name but I don't pay enough attention to hear it. "I have to go." She rushes off getting into the back of the ambulance. The driver rushes away once the door is shut.

I rush over to the Impala, throw everything back into it, and don't stop when a cop clears his throat to talk. "We're going to be following you to the hospital so we can ask you some questions." I nod then slam the door, speeding off.

While driving down the road at fifteen over the speed limit I send a quick prayer to God asking him to please let Castiel be okay. My adrenaline rush is starting to wear thin and my eyes start to droop. I roll the window down, letting the frigid air blast in my face.

I make it to the hospital in no time and jog inside. I make way to the desk. "Hi, I'm Dean Winchester, I'm-I'm here for Castiel Novak."

The male receptionist flips through some papers then says. "The doctors are trying to stabilize him right now. If you want you can wait in the waiting room. Go down that hall, take a right, and it's the third door on your tight. Someone will then be with you shortly."

"Thank you." I rush off just as a few cops enter the building. I follow the receptionist's directions and sit in one the red, cushiony chairs.

The cops catch up to me. "Dean?"

I rest my head in my hands, not even looking up at the officer. "Yeah?"

"We would like to ask you a few questions." I reluctantly stand up. "What can you tell us that happened?"

Suddenly I'm bombarded with the feeling of fear towards my father. "Someone tried to hijack my car; me being stupid didn't let him… Cas he… he also didn't let him." I rub my hands over my face and sigh. "The guy held up a rifle to Cas, led us into the woods, and shot him. He would have shot me if I didn't… throw a rock at the guy's face. After that he ran away."

"And he just left your car?" The cop is writing down everything I say.

"Yeah." I answer.

"Would you be able to identify him?" He asks.

I look him straight in the eyes. "No."

"Why not sir?" The cop asks next.

I shake my head. "To dark, didn't see the guy's face let alone what he was wearing."

The cop nod. "I know you're in a lot of distress so we'll stop now and be in touch." He walks away.

I sit back down, once again resting my head in my hands. I close my eyes, feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. I feel myself drifting off to sleep when a male, deep voice says my name. "Mr. Winchester?"

I bolt out of my chair and look at the doctor. "Yes?"

"My name is Dr. Seborg." He is a fairly tall man, taller than me, with dirty blond hair and glasses atop his nose. "Mr. is now stable but before we go into surgery we need to have a blood donation on hand. I don't want risk him dying on the operating table because he loses to much blood." He pauses, studying my face. "Problem is we don't have any blood on hand that would be suitable to him."

"I have the same blood type as him." I don't hesitate in saying.

"That's good, how old are you?" He asks.

"Seventeen." I say in confusion.

The doctor begins again. "If you're under the age of eighteen you need parent consent." My face falls from hope to doom. "Here." He takes a paper off his clipboard. "Just have a parent or guardian sign this as soon as possible and get it back to me." He turns away and goes back to wherever Castiel is. Great, how am I supposed to get dad to sign this?

I go back to the Impala and quickly drive back home. It's almost morning already, the time being 2:30. I open the door and the first thing I hear is, "Dean, where the hell have you been?"

I shut my eyes wanting to get away, to escape. "I had to bury the body and then I went to the hospital to get checked out, you know, to make sure nothing rubbed off on me from Cas." I feel dirty just saying it.

"There wasn't anything wrong was there?" He asks, looking concerned.

I give a fake smile. "No, thank God."

"Good boy." I'm not an animal. "Why don't you get some sleep, you look extremely tired, we'll talk in the morning." My father turns to leave.

"Actually Dad." I begin. "When I was down at the hospital someone said one of the patients needs a blood transfusion as soon as possible but they don't have a compatible blood type on hand so I offered because I do have the right blood." I pause to await his reaction but he doesn't do anything. "For me to be able to give blood, I need you to sign this." I hand him the paper.

He scrutinizes it, takes out a pen, and sign on the dotted line. "You can go do this tomorrow."

"Actually Dad," I correct. "the person is in critical condition, they need the blood ASAP, so I was thinking I could go back now and give it."

Dad studies my face before answering. "Fine, but hurry home and don't fall asleep behind the wheel." He says. "Son, here." He hands me my cell phone then leaves.

Yeah, now you care if I get hurt. I think as I, too, leave. I drive back to the hospital only going five over the speed limit this time. I get inside the hospital, ask for Dr. Seborg, then sit in the same waiting area as before. "Mr. Winchester?"

I stand and immediately hand him the signed paper. "Where do I go to get it done?"

Dr. Seborg looks over the paper then back at me. "Okay, we prepped a room while you were gone, follow me." I follow the Dr. into one of the rooms. "A nurse will be doing the actual drawing of the blood as I prep Mr. Novak for surgery." He walks out.

I sit down on the bed then lie on my back. I close my eyes briefly before a nurse rushes in. I sit back up, she introduces herself, cleans a spot on my arm with rubbing alcohol, and ties a band around my arm. She grabs a needle attached to a tube. "Ready?" I nod and she jabs the needle into my arm. I've never had a problem with needles and blood so when the nurse finishes and tells me I should sit for fifteen minutes I tell her I don't need too. She lets me go back to the waiting room.

I don't sit back down right away, just pacing the room, until my feet start to hurt then I'm forced to sit. I think about calling the psychiatric hospital and telling them what happened then reiterating it all again to Lucifer but I decide against it, not feeling the energy or will to relive that moment.

I doze off again in the chair and hours go by before Dr. Seborg comes to me. "Mr. Winchester?" I look up drowsily, neck aching from the awkward position. "Mr. Novak is now out of surgery and is in ICU." He hesitates and I stand up, looking on pleadingly. "It was good, um, no complications. We were able to remove parts of the bullet. There was a lot of damage and we fixed the things we could but only time will tell."

"So he could still die?" I ask, not really wanting to hear the answer.

"Yes he could still die but he could not." I nod feeling my hope rise slightly. "But that's not our only biggest concern." I get nervous and shift my weight to my left hip. "We were going to put Mr. Novak in an artificial coma…"

"Okay." I try to grasp what he is saying.

"We were going to do this to give Mr. Novak's body time to heal." He continues.

"Were? So he doesn't have to be in a coma anymore?" I question.

"That's the problem." I get confused. "We don't have to put Mr. Novak in an artificial coma because he's… already in a coma."

All the hope that I felt vanishes just like that. "What?"

"Mr. Novak sustained a lot of blood loss and that leaves the brain without it's need oxygen." He begins to explain. "Not to mention that he did die earlier at the scene of the crime. That's a long time without brain activity. He's lucky to be alive now, however that happened."

"Do you know when he's going to wake up?" I ask, trying my hardest to focus and not freak out.

The Dr. shakes his head, setting his lips into a tight straight line. "I'm sorry Mr. Winchester, but there's no telling when." He studies my face and sighs. "He's all set up in his room, number twenty seven in ICU, if you want to go and see him. A lot of people believe that coma patients can actually hear you and remember what you said to them when they come out of the coma. Why don't you try talking to him." I nod and make to leave but Dr. Seborg doesn't let me yet. "I'm going to warn you Mr. Winchester, he's hooked up to a lot of machines so don't be surprised or worried, they're there to help him."

I nod again. "I'll prepare myself." Of course how can you prepare yourself to see your boyfriend lying in a hospital bed, tube through the nose and mouth for breathing, blood drip in his left arm, IV drip in his right hand, and wires coming out of the hospital gown from his chest to monitor his hear and breathing. I cover my mouth. "Cas." I mumble into my hand.

I feel my heart ache and I pull up a chair next to Castiel's bed. I sit down. I lean forward and kiss his forehead. He's cold and pale from blood loss. I sit back and grab his hand, bringing it up to my mouth and kissing it. I look up to the bag full of blood, my blood.

"Now we really are connected huh?" I say, trying to be as perky as possible which isn't much. "I can't believe my dad did this to you." I kiss his hand again. "He doesn't know you're alive, I couldn't put it pass him to come here and suffocate you." I swallow dryly. "Please wake up Cas, please baby." I wipe a tear that slips through my barriers, still holding onto Castiel's hand.

"Mr. Winchester?" I turn around to see Dr. Seborg standing in the doorway. "I would like to know if Mr. Novak has any family members I should call."

"He's up for adoption so no not really." He nods.

"Okay thank you." He then leaves.

I sit back down and pull out my cell phone. The receptionist at the psychiatric hospital answers. "Yeah, hi, um… is Lucifer Pellegrino there?"

"One moment please." I hear shuffling.

"Hello?" I hear Lucifer's voice.

"Hey Lucifer." I say into the phone.

"Hi." He says hesitantly. "Is the reason why you're calling have anything to do with why Angel isn't here?"

"Yeah." I try not to choke it out but fail miserably.

"What's wrong Dean?" Instant worry is evident in his voice. "What happened?"

I take a deep breath. "He's um… in the hospital, Lucifer." Silence. "He's uh… in a…in a coma."

At first there is complete and utter silence. "How?" Is all Lucifer manages to say.

"Just promise me you won't yell and act rashly." I say but he doesn't say anything. "My dad shot him." I whisper, not wanting anyone to hear.

"What?" Lucifer sounds… well pissed, if not demonic.

"Lucifer…" I warn but he seems not to hear me.

"That fucking bastard! I'm going to kill him." Lucifer tries not to yell.

"Hey watch it." I continue. "That's my father you're talking about."

Lucifer is quiet, like the anger is boiling up inside him. "You're defending the guy who shot to kill your boyfriend?" His voice is so low and lacking of emotion that it's damn scary.

"No." I say quickly but Lucifer has none of it.

"Are you kidding Dean?" He yells now. "Your boyfriend is lying in a coma and you're defending the guy who put him there?" I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Would you shut up and listen to me Lucifer." I glance to Castiel as if I would wake him with my yelling. "I'm not defending the bastard, but he's family."

"Yeah and Michael's my family." He points out. "You don't see me defending him. If he tried to turn my boyfriend in I would turn the bastard in."

"That's not the same." I raise my voice.

I can tell I should just shut my mouth and stop adding fuel to the fire by what Lucifer says next. "You know what Dean, grow the hell up, grow a pair of fucking balls, and turn your father into the police." Dial tone.

I sigh and slip my phone back into my pocket. I turn to Castiel. "The problem with Lucifer telling me to grow a pair is that you already took my balls." I sigh again. "Please wake up Cas, open your eyes damn it."

Two minutes go by when my phone vibrates. I once again dig it out of my pocket and look at the caller ID. It reads, 'Sammy'. "What Sam?" I answer.

"Where are you? Dad is freaking out" Sam says quietly into the phone.

"Shit." I stand up. "I'll be right there Sammy." I hang up, bend down, and kiss Castiel's forehead. "I'll be back soon, I promise." I kiss his ear.

I drive home quickly, fighting sleep. When I get inside Sam and Dad are both in the living room. "Where were you son?"

I swallow. "Driving around, clearing my head."

"Well hurry up and change your clothes, it's almost time for school." My dad says.

"Wait." I say, feeling overwhelmed. "You're going to make me go to school? I've been up all night."

"I didn't tell you to stay up all night." I slump my shoulders. Then I begin going upstairs. "Oh and Dean?" I turn to look at him." I'm going to be trying to get you out of gym class."

"What?" I ask, annoyed. "Why?"

"you know why. Go get changed." Dad orders.

I roll my eyes and make my way up to my bedroom. I quickly wash the blood covering my hand from where I held the cloth on Castiel's wound and change out of my bloody suit. I get into a tight AC/DC T-shirt, light blue, faded out at the knees, jeans, and my leather jacket.

I stop short of opening my bedroom door and instead go to my nightstand. I open the top drawer and take out the picture of me and Castiel standing next to our snowman. I look at Castiel's smiling face in the photo and smile sadly back. I then shut the drawer and tuck the photo, photo frame and all, into my backpack.

I quickly go back downstairs after brushing my teeth. "Hurry up Dean, you may not mind being late but I do."

"Don't get your panties in a bunch Sam." I say as we both walk out the door to the Impala.

Half way there, Sam decides to give me the third degree. "What's going on with you and Dad and what was that blood on you?"

"Nothing Sammy." I don't want Sam to know.

"Dean you can't keep it all bottled up. Come on, I'm here for you." Sam claims.

I sigh. "Yes I can, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"Dean-" Sam begins but I don't let him continue.

"Sam." I warn. "Drop it okay?"

Sam sighs from beside me and a few minutes later, I'm pulling into the school's parking lot.

Once in the school and a pit stop at my locker, I go to first block, just going through the motions and for a minute there I forget what has happened and everything seems fine. That's before I fall asleep in class, however.

"Dean help me!" Castiel yells from somewhere in the distance.

"Cas!" I yell back and all of a sudden he's in front of me, blood pouring out of his mouth and blood coming from his stomach.

"Dean… help." Cas pleads, blood muffling him.

I reach out to him but he is just out of reach. "Hold on Cas." My dad appears with a rifle. "No…"

Dad holds the gun up to Castiel's head. "Dean…" Castiel continues to beg. "Help Dean." I try to step up to him but there is like this invisible wall in front of me, keeping me from him. "Dean."

"Stop it please." I feel my eyes water.

"Dean." Castiel says before my dad pulls the trigger… and I bolt upright, the teacher saying my name and the whole class staring at me.

"Are you bored with my teachings Dean?" The teacher asks.

"No sir." I say.

"Then next time pay attention." He turns back to the board just as the bell rings to go to second block. I get up and go to gym class.

Normally at the beginning of the class we run around but today I'm just way to tired so I stand by the side lines.

"Winchester!" I turn to face the gym teacher aka the football coach. "What are you doing just standing around? Get moving."

"I feel like I'm going to pass out." I tell him as he gets closer.

"Stop being shut a wuss Winchester." He says then says more quietly, "and stop watching the guys running around."

"What makes you think I'm watching the guys?" I challenge.

"Get moving Dean." He takes a step closer.

"I was up all night." I try to explain. "I'm too tired."

"Up all night with your boyfriend doing things in bed?" He continues, getting into my face and the mere mention of Castiel enrages me.

"Don't you mention him." I growl out.

"I have nothing against homosexuals Dean." He goes to walk away.

"You son of a bitch." I grab his shoulder and punch him hard, everything catching up to me. "That's a fucking lie you stupid bastard." I punch him again, classmates coming over and trying to pry me from the teacher. "Tell the fucking truth."

It takes two classmates to pull me away from the teacher. I shrug them off and start walking. "Where do you think you're going Dean?" I hear coach behind me.

"To the office, that's where you're going to send me right?" I don't turn around and continue walking. Coach doesn't say anything and just before I leave the room I flip him off.

I get to the office and sit in the first chair. Not long after coach walks into the office, too, and then the principle calls him in. I sit for even longer, bell ringing to go to next block.

I'm finally called in. "Mr. Winchester you may come and take a seat." The principle says. I walk in shooting the coach a dirty look when he goes pass me to leave. "To start off I would like to say how sorry I am about Mr. Novak."

"He's not dead." I say, guessing the hospital called the school.

"Excuse me?" He asks, clearly confused.

"You're talking as if he's dead." I explain. "He's not dead and he's not going to die."

The principle is speechless for a few seconds before he mutters a 'sorry' then continues to the topic at hand. "Mr. Winchester, we know you are concerned and stressed about what has happened to Mr. Novak but that is not an excuse to hit your own gym teacher." I open my mouth to talk but he cuts me off. "But… you aren't going to be expelled or suspended because that, I believe, will cause you even more unnecessary stress." He sighs. "I want you to take a few days off of school Dean, you look exhausted and I'm guessing you were up all night with Mr. Novak. Ho home, get some sleep, and spend time with Mr. Novak, okay?"

I nod. "Thank you sir."

"I'll call your dad and let him know." He picks up the phone.

"No." I too quickly say. "I can do that later, he's in an important meeting."

The principle nods. "Okay, off you go Dean. Your father doesn't need to call you in on the days you're not coming in, I'll take care of it."

"Okay thanks." I walk out and out of the school, making my way back to the hospital.

A/N: So there you go. Castiel in a coma and Dean's feelings.

Episode 7X17 tonight was interesting. I was ecstatic that Cas was coming back but then the end just killed me. I'm not going to spoil it for the ones that haven't seen it yet but for those of you that have I think what Cas did was sweet and caring and then Dean and Sam just leave him in that place. Wonderful. I felt terribly bad for him and it killed my motivation for this chapter. And also, how come Dean doesn't get hallucinations of Hell? I'm mean sure he wasn't with Lucifer and Michael but isn't it just as bad? Jeez…

Ok sorry rant over.

Favorite line: The closest one is this :: . "The problem with Lucifer telling me to grow a pair is that you already took my balls."