Chapter Thirty-Four: Prayer
Cas was lying in a hospital bed, completely unconscious. Dean was sitting next to him, his hands clasped tightly around Cas', begging him to wake up. It had been several hours since he had been admitted, and he hadn't shown any signs of waking any time soon.
"Excuse me sir," a nurse said, somewhat rudely, as she entered the room with two other nurses. "We need you to leave," she said as the other two began to prepare his bed to be moved.
"What?" Dean responded, rising to his feet. "What's going? What are you doing?"
"It's okay," someone said, placing a hand on Dean's arm. He turned. It was the doctor, a young man who was probably only a few years out of school.
"Like hell," Dean said.
"They're just taking him to have a few tests," the doctor said. "You can't follow, and they tend to get cranky when people get underfoot."
"I-" Dean began, but was cut off.
"Take a walk," he suggested. "Wander around a bit, come back in about two hours and you can rejoin him in his room."
Dean took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"I understand," the doctor said. "You are worried. But there is nothing you can do for him right now."
Dean nodded as he watched the nurses wheel Cas down the hallway.
He wandered about the hospital, as the doctor had suggested, and eventually found himself in the chapel. Dean probably would have laughed at the irony, had the situation been different.
He wasn't much for praying, in fact, he'd only prayed maybe four times, and each of them only since he'd met Castiel, since he'd learned that there might have actually been a God. He wasn't very good at blind faith, and even when he realized that probably did exist, he kinda thought he was a dick.
So, no, Dean wasn't much for praying, but somehow he found himself kneeling in the chapel, praying.