Think back of what is the weirdest thing possible that has happened to you, the one thing so out of mind that it has no possible explanation.
Think.
Think hard.
Whatever came to your mind probably doesn't even stand close to Dean's.
Here he was, down on his knees, barely breathing, his body still trembling, his head bowed down, eyes wide.
He was kneeling in the pool of blood, still warm and sticky, seeping into his clothes, in his skin.
He looked down at his hands, shaking terribly, skin broken, tissue under dark and swelling with blood.
He was covered in blood all over.
He could smell it, could even taste it.
But most of all, he could taste the fear.
He was terrified.
He had no idea what he was doing there or how he got there or who's blood it was.
At least he didn't think that it was his blood.
Sound was rushing back to him, overwhelming him even more.
He wanted to scream but his lips would only part with no sound coming out.
He could feel his throat being raw. Maybe he already has used up all his screams?
He should get up, to move, yet all his body did was keep on shaking.
His lungs still refused to work, letting his body struggle with the consequences.
Approaching footsteps made Dean finally look up.
Men, dressed all in black uniforms, rushed in the room, guns in hands.
It was like bees let loose, swarming all around, zumming and filling every corner.
Dean couldn't breathe.
He couldn't.
Were they here to kill him?
But why would so many armored men come to kill one boy?
Why? Why? Why?
Dean had so many questions with no answers, only nagging fear clawing in his chest.
- Dean! - A loud booming voice rang through the room, startling Dean even more.
He looked up to see a guy dressed in a suit and old trench coat rushing towards him, blue eyes blazing.
These blue eyes pulled him in, stilling everything around them.
In just a second, the blue eyed guy dropped on his knees in front of Dean, cupping his face in his hands.
- Oh, sweetling, I am so sorry, we should have acted faster. But you're safe now. - The guy pulled Dean in a hug.
It felt like a feather blanket being wrapped around him, shielding him from the world, from the blood all around, from all bad.
Dean could feel tension draining out of his body.
With every passing second in the guy's arms, Dean's head cleared more and more.
Cas.
He remembered the guy being called Cas.
Castiel.
Hot billionaire that somehow fell for Dean, Dean who was no one and nothing.
- You will ruin your coat. - Dean croaked out, his eyes closed.
He could feel more than hear Cas laughing at that, calming Dean even more.
He still had no idea of what had happened earlier, his mind fully blacked out. But one thing he knew for sure, he was safe now, with no need to worry. Cas was there to take care of him. He was safe.
He was saved.