Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cas sat in a plastic chair, staring at the cheap, cafeteria table. Sam had placed a tray in front of him, but it was the least appetising food he'd ever seen.
'Cas, man, you gotta eat something,' Sam said, pushing the tray closer.
Cas shook his head. He was dizzy and shaking, but he knew he wouldn't be able to keep any food down. Not until Dean was out of surgery.
'Maybe you should think about getting some sleep,' Sam said carefully. 'It's not good for your brain to go without sleep for so long.'
Cas didn't say anything.
'Cas, come on. Let me take you home.'
'No.'
Sam sighed. 'Well, how about we wait until Dean gets out of surgery, and then I take you home?'
'No.'
Sam speared some of his salad on his fork, thinking hard. 'Well how about this, then. The seats in the back of my car lay flat, so I'm thinking, maybe when Dean comes around, you go for a nap. Just a quick one, and you'll only be out in the parking lot, so you won't be too far away.'
Cas looked up at his hopeful expression. 'All right,' he murmured. 'A nap. But only after Dean wakes up.'
'You got a deal,' Sam smiled. 'Now will you please eat something? If you're gonna stay awake, you should keep your strength up.'
Cas rolled his eyes, but ate a handful of flaccid fries. 'Aren't you glad both of your brothers are a mess?'
'Keeps me on my toes, that's for sure,' Sam chuckled.
'And it's what will make you an excellent father.'
Sam turned pink. 'Well thanks, Cas.'
'I mean it. Dealing with everything Dean and I have put you through will make raising a child a - a walk in the park.'
'Oh, I don't know, I think she'll bring her own challenges.'
'I'm sure she will.' Cas pushed away the rest of his fries, and waited for Sam to finish his salad, before they made their way back to the ward.
Just as they went through the door, Cas stopped to catch his breath, the room spinning.
'Hey, you okay?' Sam's voice came from far away, but he grabbed Cas's arm.
Cas didn't even hear Hoagie bark, and the next thing he knew, he was on the floor. Hoagie was sitting by his head, and someone was lightly clapping a hand against his cheek.
'Hey, wake up,' Sam said. 'Time to get up, Cas, come on.' Sam pulled Cas into a sitting position.
Cas rubbed his face, still dizzy and nauseous.
'You all right? That was a pretty gnarly one.'
Cas rolled over. He tried to control it, but he couldn't stop himself from vomiting on the floor.
'It's okay, we can get someone to clean that up,' Sam said kindly. 'Let's get you onto a bed.'
'No,' Cas said, pushing himself to his feet, stumbling violently. 'Dean.'
'Cas, come on, you're sick.'
'And I'll remain so, until Dean is awake.' He walked over to where Dean's bed was supposed to be, his feet dragging along the ground, and dropped into his chair.
'Here, have something to drink at least,' Sam said, passing Cas a cup of water.
Cas drank some of it, using it to wash the taste from his mouth, and leaned back in his chair to keep his head straight. 'Sit down, Sam. Wake me when Dean gets back,' he added, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold off the fog for much longer.
'You got it.'
Sam did as he promised, and shook Cas awake when they wheeled Dean back into his spot.
Cas started, and watched Dean's monitors while the porters made sure he was securely in place.
'Surgery went well,' the doctor told them with a smile. 'Should be ready to get up and walk around once he wakes up.'
'That's amazing, thank you so much,' Sam said, shaking his hand vigorously.
'No problem,' said the doctor. 'Your brother was the model patient.'
'Well don't tell anyone, he's got a rep to protect,' Sam laughed.
Cas smiled down at Dean.
'We'll start him on his medication, and we'll keep him another night for observation. After that, he should be free to go home.'
'That's really great.'
The doctor passed them both a couple of leaflets. 'Here's some information about the device, and I'll be back when he wakes up.'
The doctor left, and Sam dozed off in his chair.
Cas just watched Dean, until he stirred.
Dean opened his big, beautiful green eyes, and gazed up at Cas.
'Hello, Dean,' Cas whispered, leaning over and giving him a kiss.
'Hey,' Dean whispered back. 'You don't look so good.'
Cas shook his head. 'I'm fine now that you're here.'
Dean snorted weakly. 'Do me a favour, wake up sleeping beauty over there.'
Cas didn't trust his legs, so he threw the plastic cup that Sam had given him earlier.
Sam jerked awake. 'Dean! Hey!'
'Hey yourself. Why's Cas still here? He looks like hell.'
'Chill out, we got a deal, right, Cas?'
Cas nodded.
'Oh yeah, what's this deal?'
'Cas was waiting for you to wake up, and now he's going to go and have a nap in my car,' Sam said forcefully.
Dean nodded. 'Good idea.'
'I can stay,' Cas said.
'No, no, go get your beauty sleep,' Dean smiled. 'Maybe I'll catch some more myself. They say you heal better in your sleep, right?'
'All right.' Cas looked around. He was still shaking. 'Sam, I - I don't suppose you could find me a- a-'
'Wheelchair?'
'Yes. Please.'
'Sure, I'll be right back.'
Dean grabbed Cas's hand once Sam was gone. 'Why don't I stop making myself sick for you, and you stop making yourself sick for me?' Dean said. 'Then we both win.'
'Sounds like a good plan to me.'
Sam came back with a chair for Cas to use, and Cas gave Dean another kiss.
'I'm so happy you're okay,' Cas said.
'Go on, go get some sleep,' Dean said, giving his hand a brief squeeze, then letting go.
Cas lifted Hoagie onto his lap, and let Sam wheel them both out to his car.
Sam had made up a makeshift bed in the back, with blankets hung up over the windows, and lots of pillows and cushions scattered around. Sam then helped Cas out of his chair and into the car.
'I appreciate this, Sam,' Cas said, lying down.
'Don't mention it. Just feel better, okay?' Sam closed the door, and Cas took Hoagie's jacket off, the both of them falling into a deep sleep.
It was dark when he got up, refreshed, stronger, and starving.
As though Sam had read his mind, Cas found a paper bag on the front seat with his name on, and a burger inside. There was also an empty bowl that seemed to have been filled with dog food that Hoagie had already eaten.
Cas stretched, put Hoagie's jacket back on, and got out of the car. The doors clicked locked automatically as soon as he closed them, and he walked back up to the ward, though with directions from a few nurses.
Dean was sitting up, laughing with Sam, a tray of food in front of him. He looked up when Cas came in and gave him a radiant smile. 'Feelin' better?'
'Much, thank you.'
Sam smiled tiredly at him.
'Perhaps it's Sam's turn to go for a nap,' Cas said pointedly.
Sam chuckled. 'Yeah, maybe you're right.'
'I love when your hair does that,' Dean said, running a hand through Cas's messy hair.
'They gave him more painkillers,' Sam laughed.
Dean chuckled. 'You want this? I don't like the grape ones.' Dean passed Cas one of his pudding cups and grinned lopsidedly.
'Thank you, Dean.'
Dean sighed, and swung his legs around the side of the bed, wincing slightly as the movement pulled his stitches. 'All right, help me to the bathroom.'
Sam stood, but Dean shot him a disgusted look.
'Not you, Sam. Jeez.'
Cas snorted, and moved over to help Dean up. 'Hold tight,' he said softly. 'We'll go slowly.'
Dean stood, holding Cas as tightly as he could, letting Cas take the majority of his weight. 'Wow, you're strong,' he muttered, once all the way standing.
Cas slowly walked him across the ward, and waited outside the bathroom. 'Wash your hands,' he called through the door.
'Whatever,' Dean grumbled back, running the faucet.
He came back out of the bathroom, slightly breathless. He leaned on the doorframe, hissing through his teeth.
'Does it hurt?' Cas asked in concern.
Dean nodded.
'Let's get you back to bed. Do you want to walk, or should I get a chair?'
'I'll walk.'
It was even slower on the way back, and Cas lowered Dean onto the bed.
Dean lay down uncomfortably, holding his side.
'Stop touching it,' Cas frowned. 'I'll call a nurse and up your dosage.'
'Thanks.'
Sam's forehead creased. 'I can stay,' he said, but Cas saw the heavy bags under his eyes.
'I can take care of him,' he said quietly. 'Thank you for all of your help, but you should rest now.'
'Yeah,' Sam nodded. 'All right, I'll be back tomorrow, and we can get you home.'
Dean drifted in and out of sleep, while Cas watched over him, and Sam returned the next morning, just as Dean was signing his discharge papers.
'All right, get in the chair,' Sam said, rolling a wheelchair up to the edge of the bed.
'Okay, Mom, cool your jets,' said Dean, sliding carefully into the chair. 'You don't touch my chair,' he said, pointing at Sam.
Cas rolled his eyes, put Hoagie in Dean's lap, and wheeled them out of the hospital.
'It's kinda weird being this way around,' Dean said as they got outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
Cas kissed the top of his head. 'Don't get used to it. You'll be up and around in no time.'
Sam had put all the seats back up in his car, and he jumped into the driver's seat.
Cas put Dean into the back, and sat next to Sam in the front.
Sam left them to it once they were home, only stopping to park Dean's car in the garage for him before driving off himself.
Cas walked with Dean to the bedroom, and Dean stopped at the doorway.
'What?'
Dean laughed. 'We're gonna have to switch sides of the bed.'
Cas frowned. 'Oh.'
'You can't lean on my left side anymore.'
'Right.'
Dean sat on the bed, and watched Cas switch everything on their bedside tables. 'It's good to be home,' he sighed, lying back, careful not to jostle his implant too much. 'Well, what are you waiting for, lay one on me,' Dean grinned.
'Excuse me?'
'Right here,' Dean said, tapping a finger to his lips and pouting.
'I didn't realise you were so demanding,' Cas said, mouth twitching.
'You're gonna get on this bed, and you're gonna let me hug you for real.' As he said it, Cas saw the fear cross his face again, his confidence wearing down now that Sam was gone.
Cas nodded and got on the bed beside Dean. He kissed Dean, just as he asked, and felt his lips trembling before he buried his head in Cas's chest, clutching Cas's shirt in his hands.
'I was so scared,' Dean said, his voice muffled and hitching. 'I was so scared.'
'So was I,' Cas whispered into his hair. 'But you're going to be all right. We've got everything we need to fix it. Everything's going to be fine. You just need to rest, and make sure you exercise your shoulder, and don't lift your arm. That's it.'
'Yeah,' Dean nodded. 'Just stay here with me a minute, okay?'
'Of course.' Cas rubbed his shoulder and cuddled him close. 'I'll take care of you.'
Cas was true to his word. Every morning, he woke Dean up and checked his blood pressure, writing it down clearly and carefully in a brand new notebook. Then, he would pull on a pair of latex gloves, and clean Dean's incision, and the area around his implant, holding Dean's arm with one hand, while cleaning with the other.
'Ew,' Dean frowned, looking at the old dressings.
'Don't worry, it's not infected,' Cas said, replacing the dressing, after gently patting the wound dry. 'No blood or pus, it's normal for it to weep a little.' Cas pulled off his gloves and put everything in a biohazard bag, ready to be disposed of.
Once that was done, Cas would usually check on the kittens, who were almost ready to go to their new homes, and then he would take Hoagie for a walk.
After about a week, Cas was interrupted by a seizure before he could get Hoagie ready for their walk. Dean was kneeling at his side, when he came around.
'What are you doing out of bed?' he groaned, rubbing his head.
'I heard you fall,' said Dean.
'I'm fine,' Cas said. 'Go back to bed.'
'But what if you needed something?'
'That's what we pay Tessa for,' Cas groaned, sitting up.
'I got him,' Tessa smiled, coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water.
'Right.'
Cas took the water, but Dean didn't move. 'What is it?'
Dean sighed. 'I'm bored,' he complained.
'Dean-'
'Come on, Cas, the doctor says I can do light exercise. I don't have to lay in bed all day.'
'It's been one week.'
'I know that, but I can't sit around all day, or I'm gonna lose it.'
Cas looked at Dean's desperate expression and relented. 'All right. Give me a minute, then you can come on the walk with me and Hoagie.'
Dean grinned. 'Awesome.' He went to stand up, but Cas grabbed his arm.
'Wait for me.'
Dean nodded and watched from his chair, while Cas recovered on the floor, and Tessa got Hoagie ready for him.
Finally, Cas stood, drinking a little more water, then took Dean back into the bedroom. He unbuttoned Dean's pajama shirt, and gently pulled his arm out of the hole.
Dean bit his lip, but it didn't hurt as much anymore, and the swelling was almost gone.
Cas did the same again with a fresh shirt, one of Dean's baggier ones, helping him get his arm through the hole without pulling himself too far. Lastly, he helped Dean with his shoes.
'Come on, man, I can do my own shoes,' Dean protested.
'One handed?' Cas said, eyebrows raised.
'Whatever,' Dean sighed, and let Cas put his shoes on for him.
They walked together in the village, Dean looking around at everything and breathing in the warm, summer air.
'So this is what you do every day?' Dean asked.
'It's written on my schedule, Dean.'
'Mm.'
'There's always something new to look at,' Cas told him. 'Sometimes it's a bird I haven't seen in a while, or fresh bloomed flowers on the green.'
Dean smiled. 'You're such a sap.'
'Perhaps,' Cas laughed.
Dean took Cas's free hand, the one that wasn't holding Hoagie's leash, and pretended not to get worn out quicker than he was expecting.
Cas noticed anyway, but pretended he didn't, and walked Dean home.
Another morning, they were talking quietly, Dean propped up by his pillows, with Hoagie on his lap.
'You think I can handle a shower by myself yet?' Dean asked, scratching Hoagie's tummy.
'Shower? No. I might let you go for a shallow bath though, as long as you don't get your dressings wet.'
'What are you doing?'
Cas turned and saw Dean giving him an amused look. 'I'm getting dressed,' he said, confused.
'Yeah, for work.' Dean nodded at him.
Cas looked down and saw the cheap suit he'd put on, and the blue tie he was still holding in his hand. 'This is what I wear to work?'
'Yeah, you put that on, you go in and do all your admin work, then change into your scrubs to work the ward.'
'Interesting.' Cas examined it closely, then shrugged the jacket off. 'I guess I'll pick something else.'
'I mean, if you want to, that's fine, I guess.'
Cas raised an eyebrow. 'Or, I could keep it on.'
Dean nodded. 'I like that idea. I need something nice to look at, if I'm gonna be sitting around all day.'
Cas smirked, but finished putting on his tie, moving around slowly so that Dean could get a full view.
Dean was not allowed to work for six weeks, on his doctor's orders, so he accompanied Cas on most of his activities, not including the gym, since he wasn't allowed to do that either. About half way through his time, Dean grabbed Cas as he came in from the gym, beaming at him.
'What?' Cas asked.
'Sit down,' Dean said excitedly. 'I got somethin' for you.'
Cas smiled and sat at the table.
'I got Tessa to drive me down to the hospital while you were out, so I could pick this up for you.' He passed Cas a lanyard that had his name on, a picture of him, and the strap was purple with the word 'VOLUNTEER' pressed on it.
'What's this?' Cas asked, squinting at it.
'I talked with some of your people.'
'I have people?'
'Oh yeah, lots of people. Anyway, they all agree with me that you're doing awesome, so I thought you might like to volunteer on the children's ward. Teach 'em to paint and crap.'
Cas fiddled with the strap. 'Do you think I can do it?'
'Definitely. You've been taking care of me, and the cats, and everything… I think you can handle a couple hours a week at the hospital.'
Cas smiled widely.
'And I put up a hook in the kitchen for you to hang it on, so you don't lose it.'
'Wow, thank you. When will I start?'
Dean rubbed the back of his neck. 'Well, it's kinda selfish, but I didn't want you to start until I'm better - or at least until I can lift my arm above my shoulder.'
'That's perfect,' said Cas, stroking the top of Dean's head. 'Would you like something to eat?'
'Oh, absolutely, I'm starving.'
And they continued on, carefully moving Dean's arm and shoulder, to accommodate the device. Making sure he exercised, and putting up a medication chart for him in the kitchen, next to Cas's.
Cas was painting in the dining room one afternoon, when Dean strolled in and stared at his painting, then dug through the others that Cas was keeping in the chest.
'You ever think about selling these?' Dean asked, examining them.
'No,' Cas said. 'Who would want them?'
'They're good,' said Dean. 'I'd buy 'em. You know, if I was the art buying kinda guy.'
'You're biased.'
Dean shrugged. 'Can I give it a whirl?'
'Of course.' Cas stopped his painting, and passed Dean some brushes, paints, and a fresh canvas.
'You're letting me use your fancy canvas?' Dean grinned.
'Trust me, whatever you paint, I'm going to want to keep it.'
'Oh, so no pressure then.'
'Just paint whatever you'd like, Dean.'
Dean got to work, and Cas glanced over at him every once in a while, if only just to smile at his tongue poking out in concentration.
'So, I've been thinking about what your dad said,' Dean mumbled eventually.
'I haven't,' said Cas, not turning away from his painting.
'Really? You're not worried.'
'No. What he said about me is either true, or it isn't. Either way, it doesn't affect me now.'
'But if you were - you know - as a kid…'
'As I said, I'm not affected by it now.' Cas paused. 'Well, only in certain circumstances.'
'Okay then. If you're not worried, then I'm not worried.'
Then Dean's phone vibrated on the table.
'Hey, Andy, what's up?' he said, then frowned. 'What? No, I can't come in… Well then, he's just gonna have to wait.'
Cas stopped painting to look at Dean's scowl.
'I don't care how impatient he is, I can't lift my arm, so he'll have to wait until I can… So get one of the other guys to do it - or, hell, do it yourself. I'm not the only damn mechanic in the world.' Dean groaned. 'If he wants the best, then he'll have to wait for the best. Sorry, man, you think I'm gonna risk tearing this thing out for some guy's car?' There was a brief silence. 'Screw you, Andy, you can't fire me for that. My brother will slap you with a lawsuit so hard, your head will spin.'
'Dean, calm down,' Cas said quietly.
'I'm perfectly calm,' Dean snapped. 'Yeah, you make that call, Andy. You tell him how you fired your best guy, and see what he does then.' Dean threw his phone down and put a hand over his face.
Cas moved around the table, forgetting his painting, and put a hand on Dean's arm. 'Dean,' he said softly. 'Breathe.'
'I'm breathing,' Dean nodded. 'I'm breathing.'
'What happened?'
'It - uh - it turns out that they're not quite as fine with me taking off so much time as they said they were.'
Cas nodded. 'It'll be all right.'
'Oh, you bet it will. They got a wrongful termination coming right at 'em. I should call Sam.'
'You should call Sam, when you're calm.'
Dean's leg was bouncing under the table. 'Yeah. Yeah. Calm.' Dean took a few more deep breaths, then his phone vibrated again. 'Can I help you?' Dean answered. 'Wait - wait - slow down. What the hell did Andy say to you? Uh, no, of course I didn't no show. My brother called in… Yeah, 'cause my heart stopped, and my first priority wasn't really to call into work. Look - look - just get down to mine, and we'll talk about it, okay? See you in ten.' Dean put his phone down again and looked up at Cas. 'Can you help me get dressed? Into something a little more respectable than what I've been wearing? My client is coming.'
'The one with the cars?'
'Yep.'
Cas nodded, and hurried to put a fresh shirt on Dean, doing his buttons up for him. As soon as he was done, someone knocked on the front door, and Dean went to answer it.
'Come through,' Cas heard him say, and they walked down the hallway.
Cas met them in the dining room. Dean, and another man wearing expensive clothes came in.
'Cas, this is Ketch,' Dean said, sitting at the table. 'Ketch, my husband Cas.'
'Arthur,' Ketch said in a British accent, shaking Cas's hand.
Cas narrowed his eyes at the man's slightly smug expression and carefully combed hair. 'Nice to meet you,' Cas said stiffly. 'Dean speaks highly of you.'
Ketch smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. 'Please, Dean can't stand me. It's my cars that he likes.'
Dean snorted.
'He doesn't tell me much about you, though.'
'I imagine he likes to keep his private life private,' Cas said, prickling.
'Don't mind him, Ketch, he gets a little green,' Dean laughed.
'I do not!' Cas said indignantly.
'You've nothing to worry about, I assure you,' said Ketch, sitting at the table. 'Dean isn't really my type. You, on the other hand…'
Cas's flushed, and Dean laughed.
'Come on, you're getting him all flustered. You want anything to drink?' Dean asked.
'Tea would be lovely, unless you happen to have something any stronger.'
'Not here.'
'Tea it is. Cas, would you mind?' Dean gave Cas a look that said he would rather do it himself, but he wasn't feeling up to it.
Cas nodded and made them all a drink.
'So, what was it that you wanted to explain, Dean?' Ketch asked. 'The way I hear it, you skipped out on work, and you've been doing so for a long time now.'
'Right. And you're here because you know that's not true,' Dean countered.
'Enlighten me.'
Dean glanced at Cas and took a sip of his drink. 'You've met Cas now, but if you look down, you'll see Hoagie, Cas's service dog.'
'Yes, and?'
'We were in an accident, and Cas had his brain hit pretty hard. Now he's got epilepsy, he's confused a lot, and he has memory problems. Not long ago, he had a bleed on his brain, and I had to take him to the hospital for surgery, which could have killed him.'
Cas watched Dean closely. He wasn't exactly comfortable with Dean giving out their life story, but he trusted that Dean had a good reason.
'Now, maybe I didn't always show up on time, and maybe sometimes I did leave early, but there was always good reason, and I kept Andy up to date every time. He knows about Cas's condition.'
Ketch nodded. 'And your most recent adventure?'
'Cas, gimme a hand,' Dean said, pulling up the hem of his shirt.
Cas pulled it up even further to help Dean show Ketch his implant.
Ketch's eyebrows rose, and Cas dropped Dean's shirt.
'I wasn't exactly forthcoming with this one, but seeing as I was technically dead for twelve minutes, I thought he might be a little more understanding.'
'Hmm.' Ketch just drank his tea. 'Well then, perhaps I take my business straight to you in the future.'
Dean snorted. 'I don't have the facilities here.'
'That's strange, because your car always seems to look a lot prettier than any of mine, even though the same person is working on it.'
'Gotta use company approved materials at the shop.'
'All right then,' Ketch said, draining the rest of his cup. 'I suppose I'll have to buy out your little garage, and put you in charge.'
Dean blinked. 'What?'
'There's an opportunity here, Dean, and I intend to take it. I buy the shop, you work in the shop until I say so, then I give you the opportunity to buy it from me.'
'Seriously?'
'You don't think I intend to own a grubby little shack forever, do you? No, I'll keep hold of it until I no longer have need of it. What say you, Dean?'
'Uh - wow - I guess, yeah, why not?'
'Good.' Ketch shook Dean's hand. 'The paperwork will be completed by Monday, that little worm will be fired for lying to me, and you can come back to work whenever you're ready. Full pay, of course.'
'Oh.'
'Thank you for your time, Dean. Cas.' Ketch stood up, and left the house.
'Well, that's the most interesting conversation I've had in a while,' Dean said nervously. 'I gotta lie down.'
Dean went to the bedroom and flopped on the bed.
'I think it's a great idea,' Cas said, gently rubbing Dean's chest, avoiding the spots his wires had been put in.
'I don't know. He wants me to be in charge, I don't know if I can do it.'
'I think it would be better for you in the long run,' Cas told him. 'Less physical work. And you're in charge of me all the time, I imagine it will be a lot easier with people that actually know what they're doing.'
'Yeah, I guess,' Dean chuckled. 'You think I should go for it?'
'It's either that or not have a job at all. I suppose you could always freelance.'
Dean laughed again. 'Nah, I ain't got the smarts to freelance. All right, I guess I'll do it.'
'Aren't you excited?' Cas asked, smiling. 'You get to be in charge. You can use whatever materials you want, take whatever jobs you want. The others can do the small jobs you don't want to do…'
'When you put it that way.' Dean pushed himself back up and kissed Cas. 'Maybe it'll all work out.'
'It will,' Cas insisted. 'You're smarter than you think you are, that much I know.'
'If you say so.'
Cas ran his hands along Dean's shoulders, up his neck, and along his jaw. 'I'm happy for you,' he murmured.
'Hey, don't get my heart racin', I hear that bad things'll happen,' Dean smiled.
'We'll get you nice and warmed up first,' Cas whispered in Dean's ear. 'The doctor says you'll be fine, as long as you get your heart rate up slowly.'
'I think I'm gettin' it up a little quick here, Cas.'
'I'm sure I can find a way to slow you down,' Cas said, pushing him down, carefully.
'Wait - wait, where's Tessa?'
'At the store. I estimate we have around half an hour.'
'Well, there's plenty we can do in half an hour,' Dean said with a wide smile, squeezing Cas's thighs. 'Be gentle with me.'
'With you, maybe. These clothes? Not so much.'
Dean laughed. 'I love you, you know.'
'I love you too. Just relax. Everything will be all right.'
In that moment, with Dean in his arms, Cas knew that it would be.
Welcome back everyone! Thanks to Eyum daRelmera for the review, and kind words!
I'm going back to work tomorrow, so I'm gonna have to slow down a bit. Thanks you all so much for keeping me company during my quarantine!
I know I said this once already, but we definitely are at the end now. It'll be one last chapter and then an epilogue, so I'll see you all again as soon as I can!
