AN: Sorry if this is kind of cliffhanger(y) again, but this part is just coming to me in chunks as I go... I had the plan to get this part, but not the what happens next part...
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"Cas, Wait!" Dean calls after him, hopping up from the floor and rushing after.
Cas is in the middle of the bedroom having just struggled out of his wet shirt that was clinging to him throwing it angrily at the wall before he grabs the pill bottle off the bed.
"Cas don't," Dean pleads, as a couple pills fall into the other man's hand, Cas looking at him with confliction evident in his eyes. "Please," he begs.
They stay locked in a meaningful staring contest, Cas rolling the pills in his hand. Dean approaches slowly, as If he was a hunter coming upon a deer.
"Dean."
He nods at Cas, wrapping his hand around the one that's holding the loose pills, "You don't need these," Dean states simply.
Castiel watches Dean's actions before bring his cobalt eyes up to Dean's, "I…want them."
"I know, babe," He tells him, sliding the pills away, "Let's talk about this."
"What's there to talk about Dean?" Cas snaps at him, pulling away. He starts to remove his pants, almost tripping in the effort.
"Well for starters, Crowley." Dean looks at him, "You've known about this for months without telling me, you gotta know that hurts, Cas," He glares, "If he is after you, you aren't safe, and now is not the time to fall off the wagon," the concern evident in his voice.
"Fuck Crowley!" He rounds on Dean, whipping out some dry clothes to change into. "I'm sorry Dean," He sighs, "Just add that to my list of mistakes that I did to protect you!...If Jimmy dies, it will be because of the mistakes I've made…The 'choices' I've made," Cas glares, Dean picking up on his meaning.
"What about god Cas?" He asks earnestly, wondering what made the faith man start looking at things from Dean's point of view. "I don't think that twin of yours would have lost any sleep if you had died at the hand of Raphael."
"That's not the point," He steps into his jeans, "God obviously doesn't care anymore," Cas informs him, not quite believing his own words, "This last year all over again," He huffs as he grabs his shirt pushing past Dean toward the door.
"It better not be," Dean warns sternly, because there was no way he was going almost loose Cas again. "Where are you going?"
"To the hospital," Cas tells him lowly.
"I'm taking you," He leaves no room for argument, grabbing a sweater from the room and thrusting it into Cas's chest. "Put this on," Dean instructs him gruffly, grabbing his keys as Cas grabs his bag, sulking.
They drive in silence, Cas staring out the window and refusing to put his sweater on just to spite Dean.
"I think we should go to the cops," Dean breaks the silence.
"What good would that do?" He asks not looking at him.
"They can help," he argues, "If you have proof Crowley's still lurking around, the police will want to know. That's what normal citizens do, Castiel." He adds.
"Right, how would I know I'm just a semi clean ex drug dealer, the cops will really want to talk to me."
"That's not what I meant," he sighs, "And they would talk to you, it's been almost a year now and have inside knowledge on that slimy bastard…they'd keep you safe."
"Unlikely," Cas lights up.
"God you're worse than a child, you know that."
"Thank you," He replies sardonically.
"If you don't I will," Dean warns him, "It's the only option."
"No it's not," Cas states under his breath.
They turn pulling up the drive to the hospital, "I'm going in with you."
"Fine."
Dean parks in the visitors lot, the pair heading into the hospital. They find out which room Jimmy's in after some persuasion. They ride the elevator in silence the two boys head to the all too familiar ICU, Dean finding himself being flooded with unpleasant memories as they approach Jimmy's room. To their surprise there's a cop stationed outside of the room.
"I don't think you're on the list," Dean informs him.
Cas just blinks for a beat, "I've idea," He states slipping into a supply room, Dean keeping watch.
He reemerges a hospital gown over his clothes as he pushes his hair down, to appear more like his brother.
"Walk past the cop to distract him," He instructs, "This is just in case he sees me."
"Right," Dean nods as he heads down the hall.
He stops in front of the officer, "Hey do you know where the coffee machine is?"
The cop tells him where it is as Cas slips into the room, unnoticed by the guy in charge of preventing such things. Dean thanks him, turning down the hall to remain hidden from the cop, but staying within view of the door ducking back when the cop looked his way every so often. He waits for a solid twenty minutes before an irate blonde women storms for Jimmy's room.
"What kind of cop are you!" She shouts, getting into the young officer's face, "No one was supposed to get through that door, I will have your badge for this!" He hears her shout, "Is this some kind of joke?" She asks holding the paper in his face.
Dean's heart sank, it was a similar note to the one Cas had left with Sammy; and the appearance, of what Dean supposed was mama Novak, meant Cas was probably long gone. His mind raced, this was like déjà vu all fucking over again.
"That sneaky bastard," Dean said to himself as an announcement comes over the loud speaker.
"Attention Staff, we have a Code Amber on the 4th floor… I repeat, Code Amber 4th floor, thank you."
Dean has no clue what that means, but he's worried what the implications are as he saddles up to the closest nurses station and the little brunette behind the counter.
"Hey," Dean flashes her a winning smile.
"Hi there!" She smiles back.
"What's the code thing about?" He asks.
"Well we aren't really supposed to give that information out." She hedges.
"Aw really," Dean frowns a little as he reads her name tag, "Rosie," he smiles again, "See I'm going to school to be a doctor, so it'd be really helpful." He winks at her for good measure.
Rosie blushing slightly before making sure no one is around, "If anyone asks you didn't hear it from," She looks at him as Dean crosses his heart, Rosie leaning towards him on the counter. "Well since it was the fourth floor it was probably a drug theft," she tells him conspiratorially, "That's where the pharmacy is."
"Damn it, Cas," Dean huffs, surprising the girl.
"What?" She looks at him.
"Um, nothing…Thanks sweetheart," He tosses out jogging off toward the elevators as she stares after him dumbly.
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