Hi kids.
I'm sorry but i wont be updating for another couple of weeks, seeing as my school has dumped Exam's week on us. Its two weeks away, but i have revising and stuff.
If your exams are on the way, good luck and revise instead of reading this.
Other news... Most people now think I'm a lesbian (I may have said this before, but I accidently kissed two friends and my group of friend's basically flirt with each other and don't take it seriously except for the two people who are going out and me who must be a damn lesbian)
I'm straight I swear...
My dad's is on the roof outside my room.
I hope you all have a great day,
IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY BLOOD AND DEATH, PLEASE DO NOT READ. ITS KIND OF GRAPHIC AND I DONT WANT ANYONE UPSET OR ANYTHING.
Castiel was half-asleep in his room , when he heard the first yell.
It was half-past twelve in the afternoon, when 'God-F***ing-Damnit!' screeched through his apartment walls.
It wasn't coming from Meg's side of the flat. Meg was the nice neighbour who brought around a cake when Castiel moved in and introduced herself.
No, it was coming from the neighbour on the other side. Dean Winchester. 23. They were friends, often talking when they saw each other and a few rare times where they had invited each other around for tea.
Castiel did not have a crush on him.
Then a few seconds later: 'Shit! Shit! FUCKING SHIT.'
There was a slamming of doors and a loud banging on his door.
Castiel groaned.
For fuck's sake, he was sleeping.
He heaved himself out of bed and opened the door with a face like thunder.
"What?" he spat.
Then he saw the his neighbour's hand.
Blood was gushing out of a massive cut, and dripping onto the hallway floor. It had soaked through several tissues which were in danger of disintegrating.
"What?" he repeated.
"I cut my hand open, can you take me to hospital?" he practically whimpered, his face ashen.
But even though, bloody and tired looked good on the green-eyed man.
It was okay to go to hospital in tracksuit bottoms and... Oh. He wasn't wearing a shirt.
The man seemed to have noticed, staring at Castiel's abs.
"Lemme get a top and keys. You need more tissues, c'mon."
Castiel could already tell the cut needed stitches, it was bad. Running it under a tap and pouring whiskey on it wouldn't help. His brother, Lucifer, used to get into fights and Castiel would patch him up.
He whisked away into his apartment, grabbing the box of tissues on the hallway table, and placing them down again, showing Dean where they were.
"Please bleed on the table if you have to. Not on the floor." he called behind him, dashing to his bedroom and pulling his tracksuits off and pulling on jeans and an AC/DC T-shirt. The first coat he could find was a gag gift from his brother, but it kept him warm.
Wrapping it around himself, he dropped his car keys, phone and wallet into the pockets and turned back to the man who was dutifully bleeding onto his hallway table. But he was directing it onto the woven mat, making less mess.
He glanced around the apartment, he didn't need anything else?
He picked the tissues up for him and strode to the door.
"C'mon, you die of blood-loss and I'll have to clean up this place myself." he gave a small smile and herded him out of the door.
He noticed the splatters of blood where the man had staggered to his flat. There was a large puddle by his door and another halfway, as if he had stopped to think if he should knock on his neighbour's door.
"I would drive myself, but my brother took the car, and I ain't steering with that hand." Dean muttered as he folded himself into Castiel's small blue Ford Anglais.
"It's okay. How'd you do it?" Castiel's eyes were on the road and he pulled out of the car-park by the apartment block and braved New York traffic at a steady speed of sixty.
"I was trying to open a pack of Pez, y'know them small tablet things that you put in the toy and they pop out?" Castiel nodded, his other brother loved them.
"Well, I couldn't do it, so,"
Where was this going?
"I found my switchblade and tried to cut them open. It worked but I sliced my hand open."
Castiel slammed on the brakes, staring at the man in the passenger seat.
"You have a switchblade?"
Dean looked at him like he was crazy, face pale, whenever from shock of the sudden stop or the pain.
Or the shock from the pain.
Castiel started driving as the man started to talk.
"No, I dropped it and tried to stop the bleeding but I figured I had to go to hospital so I knocked on your door."
"Right, okay."
There was a silence where Castiel watched him worriedly as they were stuck in traffic. He noticed his eyes begin to flutter close.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just tired." The man yawned.
Oh shit. Shit, that wasn't good.
"Hey, stay awake. Whats your name?" you had to check if they could recall things right?
*yawn* "Dean. Yours?"
"Castiel. How old are you?"
"W'a's this? Twenny questions?" Dean slurred, his head dipping.
"How old are you, Dean?"
"Why'd ya wanna know?"
"Because when this is cleaned up, I'm going to take you on a date. And I want to know if you are old enough for me."
Dean laughed, his eyes sliding shut.
Castiel pressed on the gas a bit more.
The hospital was only another five or so minutes away.
"Am twenny free... Where we going on thi' date?"
He'd only sad that to wake him up a bit more.
But he had liked Dean a while. He only knew his name, but saw him in the building walking up or down the stairs. And occasionally in the supermarket, always buying Doritos. Always.
"Cinema? We could hold hands in the dark. Or just out to dinner. There's a great little Italian place, you'd love it."
"How'd ya know wha' I love?"
"Everyone likes Italian."
"I li'e you, Cathtiel"
And the man with green eyes dropped his head in sleep.
Castiel tried to keep his eyes on the road, while reaching over to Dean.
"Dean? Dean?" he shook him, but the movement uncovered his hand, his other limp hand falling away.
Castiel could see the bone of at least two fingers.
Fuck.
"DEAN!" roared Castiel, hitting over one hundred as he leaned all his weight on the accelerator, he could see the hospital.
A switchblade couldn't do that, surely?
He screeched into the car-park of the hospital and a ambulance worker ran over.
"You're going too fast! What's the matter? You'll hit someone!"
And then he saw the person in the passenger seat.
Castiel had tears streaming down his face as the man whistled and a stretcher and a group of paramedics ran over.
The first man helped him out of the car and he followed Dean and the doctors numbly.
He was stopped at the door by a nurse.
"You cant follow. They'll do their best..."
He was given a cup of tea and another doctor came over to collect information.
"What's your name?"
"Who is the man?"
"How old are both of you?"
"What happened?"
"How do you know him?"
"Where do you live?"
He reeled off answer after answer, staring ahead at the clock.
Eventually the doctor left and Castiel gazed at the clock ticking around through teary eyes.
Stuck in a limbo of wondering if Dean would make it.
"Castiel Novak?" his breath caught in his throat as he whipped around.
As Castiel followed the tall doctor down the corridors, he could feel his pulse in his ears, like clockwork, pounding away.
Dean would live.
The doctor was turning down another corridor, Castiel mutely following him. He wouldn't take him this far if Dean was dead, right?
Dean would live.
Castiel really didn't like hospitals. They reminded him of ten years ago, sitting in hard chairs, staring at the clock. Waiting to be called into the room of his brother, Luci, after a gang shooting.
Lucifer hadn't made it.
And after he found out, neither had Gabriel. He could still remember walking into Gabriel's room to see him hanging from the ceiling fan, blood dripping from cuts down his arm.
Dean would-
He was in a room. A pale body on the bed, flecked with blood.
Not moving.
No.
"There was a problem." the doctor was saying.
"His blood couldn't clot. His heart gave out. We tried."
No.
They had a date.
"We had a date." his voice cracked.
The doctor reached for him, a pat on the back, Castiel thought.
But he was already falling, his vision darkening until he could only see Dean's closed eyes.
Green eyes.
And then, black.
