A/N: Another mini shout out for emnm252.

Ahh, I'm loving the support. Thank you so much.

I using the prompt you gave me over the review with a bit of a dramatic spin to it.

Hope you don't mind.

Also - Longer Chapter than previous ones.

Another Hunt, another failure.

It wasn't anyone's fault, no-one knew what they were walking in to.

Shrapnel bombs had been laid at random parts of the area as it was deemed a Hot Zone, the charges were set off from trip-wires. Not even Dean Winchester spotted them until it was far too late for warnings.

The entire group were sprinting off in all directions. Shrapnel, rocks, housing plaster, concrete were flying projectiles, if anyone came out of this one unscathed they had luck beyond luck.

As far as Dean knew he and everyone in his group were alone, Croats were still heard throughout the areas as all Humans ducked for cover, finding shelter or trying to return to their vehicles. The Winchester could feel the rubble seeping into his skin a little further, after the first blast caused him to splatter on his face and his body transferred itself into shock Dean knew he was screwed, he vaguely remembered Cas hauling his ass away from the first set of falling scaffolding but another shockwave separated the pair from each other.

Castiel wished he was an Angel. A wish that was frequently asked for but never occurred, just his luck really. The Winchester was affecting him more than he cared to admit at the moment. All he could feel were his feet slapping the ground beneath him, in all honesty he couldn't have paid less attention or even cared about Croats close to him, Dean can bawl at him later but right now survival was the first priority, well that and something else Cas needed to attend to but he couldn't right now.

After hearing another four trip-wires go off Dean was anxious in waiting for his last member to arrive, Cas really had slowed down over the past six months with his transformation into a near Human, the others could tell Dean was aching to go back in until they heard a familiar steps.

Though internally relaxing Dean had to arm himself in case Cas was being followed - turns out he was, by about a dozen Croats.

"Cas, down!" Dean ordered, The Winchester swore he heard Cas gasp in pain before gunfire took over so decided it was just his imagination.

Staggering to his feet Cas thanked Dean and gingerly entered the jeep, in the shotgun seat no less. Dean would take that as an excuse to drive any day so he did.

It turns out the 'Resistance' has more luck than they perceived, Dean, Charlie and Aiden had minor injuries, Cas said he was fine and Lisa, Riley and Andrew had slightly concerning injuries - Chuck plainly refused to go on Hunts, no longer able to see into the future had caused him to panic, that's why he always keeps inventory checks - they had enough supplies to keep them going for a few days to allow recovery to run its course.

"Everyone, I suggest you all take personal lockdown, no-one will be called unless absolutely necessary. Go rest" Dean ordered. The group dispersed, all but Cas.

"You know, I can get all of that out of your back, the wounds should heal within a few days of each other" Cas suggested.

Dean snorted "Yeah, I totally trust you to do that," Dean rolled his eyes "You're a druggie and part-time orgy infested alcoholic"

"Labels, again? I may have changed to a Mortal Being, Dean but that doesn't mean I don't have steady hands" Cas defended himself, standing then ushering Dean onto the table, "I'll need that jacket and shirt off"

Dean rolled his eyes and complied, Cas was finding the tweezers, once again Dean was sure he heard Cas hiss in pain but once he felt a hand on his shoulder he was distracted.

"Cas, you OK?"

"Yes. Now, this will sting" Cas began carefully plucking out pieces of rubble, stone and concrete out of the Winchester's back, Dean trusted Cas with his life and he wouldn't ask anyone else to do this. A few times Dean could see Cas' hands shake but the concentration of Cas' face reminded him of before the Croatoan Virus, he could see small beads of sweat but ignored it, passing it down to the excessive sprinting.

Cas cleaned the wounds claiming that they would heal shortly, Dean dressed himself and turned to Cas, he was leaning over the desk Dean had just left, he was gazing into no where's abyss, "Cas?" Dean moved over to Cas' side "Cas-"

Dean finally saw it; a foot long piece of concrete had speared into Cas' right side of his ribs.

"You told me you were fine," Dean's temper was simmering but blood spreading on Cas' blue shirt was enough for Dean.

"Right, lie down" Dean kind of threw Cas onto the table, knowing full well he was taking his anger out on the wrong person but Cas had kept this a secret, how Dean hadn't noticed just infuriated him more

"Son of a Bitch, Cas", Dean ripped Cas' shirt open around the wound, stickiness of drying and leaking blood made Dean's anger boil.

"I thought I was..." Cas started.

"What?"

"OK"

"Cas, start making sense," Dean bit out as Cas began to fade away "No, Cas!" Cas felt his entire body shake from his shoulder being manhandled.

"What?" Cas blunk his way back in reality and whispered "Where do you think I'll go?"

"I don't know, this'll hurt so bite down on this" Dean found a stick and placed it between Cas' teeth.

Dean hissed as Cas cried out in sheer agony, a piece of Dean broke with the concrete 'blade' being taken out of Cas' side covered in former Angel blood that should never have been shed. Dean clapped his hands over the wound after throwing away the shrapnel "It's deep, but not life threatening,"

Cas didn't hear a word of it, his face completely drained of all colour, his breathing shallower than either wanted right now.

Dean had already started sewing up the wound close, blood was still streaming down Cas' side blending into Dean's palms and both his own and Dean's shirt.

Making sure no more blood was going to slip out, Dean tapped old rags to keep the stitching hidden. All that was left to do wait for Cas to wake up. Dean was about to park his ass down but noticed Cas' chest was eerily still.

"Cas?" Dean hovered over Cas' body "Cas?" His voice grew louder, Chuck had overheard and slowly crept over to the cabin

"Cas? Cas, wake up!" No signs of obedience, Dean leaned his ear over Cas' mouth, he couldn't hear much past the pounding of his heart against his ribcage along with the blood rush to his eardrums.

Having to swallow down fear, panic and adrenaline Dean began chest compressions, trying his hardest not to crush the limp man beneath his strength, he had almost reached thirty when a thought struck him; he'd have to give the former Angel mouth-to-mouth. Shuddering took over, ever since Cas kissed him all those weeks ago Dean desperately wanted to avoid that much of a personal space intrusion but this wasn't a whacked out joke of a situation, it was life or death and Dean couldn't lose Cas, not now of all times. He pinched Cas' nose and gave two longs breathes into cold lips. Refusing to vomit Dean continued pumping his weight into Cas' chest. Hitting thirty again Dean's lips pressed against rapidly cooling ones again. Panic set in, he was sure he had increased to density into Cas' chest. Dean was terrified, no way in Hell was he going to lose what little he had left and Cas played a huge part of the littleness.

"Cas, come on!" He ordered.

Dean knew his eyes were watering up and he could feel someone watching him but right now Cas was more important.

"Dean?" Chuck timidly asked.

Dean sharply turned with fearful breaths, his handgun automatically aimed at Chuck.

"Whoa," He raised his hands in surrender "it's me"

Dean's attention dove straight back to Cas, he was about to restart chest compressions but Chuck grabbed his wrists, the Winchester finally realised how vigorously he was shaking, curling his hands into fists he tried steadying his breathing to no avail

"Cas!" Dean ripped his hands back from Chuck and cupped both sides of Cas' head "I need you to wake up. Now! That's an order"

"Dean," Chuck spoke again.

"Shut up. He's fine. He will be"

"Dean he's..."

"I said, shut up!"

"Only Dean Winchester can make death incredibly noisy" For just a small moment Cas sounded like his old self again, clearing his throat he smirked "Though I do appreciate having you kiss me like that and being held" Back to regular Cas.

Dean visibly sagged in relief "Don't ever do that again, not on my watch, is that clear?!"

"You got it" Cas winked at the Winchester "Hey, Chuck"

"Hi, Castiel. Glad to you... all you again"

"I wish it were like that" Cas muttered to himself, being released from Dean's buzzing palms he rested his head back against the solid board beneath him "I believe it was shock. Hopefully that won't happen again"

"Damn right," Dean muttered to himself cleaning off the blood that still remained on him, he would clean Cas up in a minute.

"Chuck, give us a second" Dean ordered.

"Sure, I'll, uh, just be... outside" Chuck nearly sprinted away.

Dean sighed, turning to face Cas watching him with a miniature smile "You OK?" Cas asked.

"Me? No. I got your blood on your face, I'll just..." His voice trailed off under Cas' intense stare.

"Don't leave me like that, Cas." Dean wiped away he blood with a damp rag, Cas inwardly bit his lips as Dean once again hovered above his face. With about two inches separating them Dean lowered himself down to properly kiss his former Angel again, though passionate Dean gave little emotion to it. He pulled away and kicked the medical tray and a chair causing them to clatter and bounce.

"Son of a Bitch!" His arms waving dramatically.

"What?" Cas demanded.

"You know what, this can't happen. I'm sorry Cas but I can't- I won't. I'll be back later to check up on you but us..." Dean held an expression of guilt and sorrow with traces of panic "It could never work"

Cas silently accepted the soaking of Dean's rejection, this time in words was much harder to process then the silent treatment from before, now it was clear. Cas knew he was useless, hopeless, fragile, and completely good for nothing. He let out a breath as the Winchester turned with his shoulders back, head held high and leave as a solider.

Cas was just who he was just now except he had a broken heart to add to the mix now.

Extra Note: I have absolutely NO clue where to go next.

I think this may be my final Chapter unless someone can give a suggestion or idea.

Thank you for all the views and support.