"Cas! Oh God oh God… You did it. Man… I can't believe you did this. Are you still freaking alive? you will better be, because I am gonna kill you for this! Come on, Cas. Say something!" His hands grasped at his own head in panic.

The smell. The feathers. The big black wings next to him on the ground. The sight of the bloody mess on his back. It all looked way too fleshy. That made him sick.

He might have been too late, already.

…

Dean drove as fast as he could; praying that he still was on time to kick Cas in the nuts for doing this to him. He actually almost ran over his own sleepy brother in the proses. While Sam was forcing his big feet into his shoes and jogged to the already moving Impala at the same time. It was kind of ridiculous.

They didn't speak at each other. Sam knew better than that. Dean was too worked up about the whole thing. And he couldn't blame him.

When he'd stopped the car close too that place he imaged in his mind, earlier, he immediately recognized the hunched-over figure on the grass. Dean didn't even remember stepping out of the car but he suddenly found himself standing only a few steps away from the angel. Just in time to see him collapse sideways on to the ground.

…

"No, this can't be happening. God… Look at the mess. Sam! SAM!"

His heart was pounding so hard, that he couldn't hear himself talk anymore. His hands touched Castiel's shoulder and he started to shake him back and forth, desperately trying to resurrect him.

"Cas? Don't you die on me, you son of a bitch."

Dean was definitely going to throw up, now. Seeing Cas lay like that. A sour taste came up from his throat and Dean tried hard to swallow it back down. Kneeling besides his best friend he quickly checked on his pulse. He almost smiled when he found a slow and weak but also an even heartbeat. But feeling the cold skin under his quivering fingers made him swallow hard again. Cas was too freaking cold. He may not make it if they didn't do something about it. He needs to go to a hospital, fast.

"Sam! Come here, quick! H-he needs… a-a…" his voice died with the realization that Castiel was no longer an angel.

Castiel was a human now. It was scaring the crap out of him. Not only the human part like: an baby in a trench coat kind of trouble. but the fact that there was no magic anymore that could cure him in an instant. He needed a doctor. Like all the sick and injured humans needed.

"Goddamned, Sam. He is a human, now. He may not make it. Look at the blood…" his voice was faint and quivering. For a third time Dean took in all the blood and stopped his gaze when he saw the gaping wounds on Cas his back.

"Shit…" Dean swear and staggered backwards, swallowing hard. Suddenly a firm hand grabbed his shoulder.

"Dean! Get it together man. Take a breath. I am right behind you." It was his younger brother. Now Sam saw the mess and knelled down beside him in disgust.

"Oh my god! That looks nasty. I-I should call an ambulance."

"Good thinking, Sammy," stuttered Dean. It sounded as a sarcastic remark. But this time it wasn't. His hand stroked Castiel's hair while he heard his brothers' voice. His hands shivering like crazy. He never acted this way, while seeing blood, before.

His eyes travelled up too Cas his back, again. Two big looking bumps were bleeding severely. That must be bones and muscle attachments where the wings had been. When Dean caught a glimpse of the wing where Cas soft face was lying on, his stomach started to roll with sickness. Within two seconds Dean was heaving his guts out onto the grassy floor. Sam stood there with his cellphone pressed on his ear, finally given the location, and watched his brother with concern.

"Wow. Okay, Dean. Get away from Cas, man. Don't faint on me. I can't do this alone." But Dean waved him away.

"Not gonna faint. Give him a b-blanket, or something. He is getting cold," he barked instead. Sam just nodded. He immediately took of his jacket and gently laid it on Cas' upper body. He started to put a little pressure on the bleeding wounds. Maybe he could at least slow the blood flow down. He could feel the stumps shudder a bit, from under his hands. As if Cas unconsciously was trying to fly away from this agony.

Then Sam started thinking. Wings! The ambulance would be here any minute. They should do something about the wings. Or not?

"Sam. The wings," Dean said with a hoarse voice, apparently just thinking about the same thing. "Should we move him away from this? Or dump his wings in the river?"

Instead of that, Dean stood up to get rid of the knife that was lying next to Cas' feet. He cleaned it off with the grass and brought him back to his car. These words made him feel sick, again. But he didn't let himself repeat the puking motion. Sam shrugged.

Sam already started to think about the wings when something weird happened. The feathers slowly started to fade away. That was when he heard a low moan from under the jacket. Sam immediately knelled deeper on his knees to see if his friend was okay.

"Castiel? You with us?" he asked with a great wonder. It was almost amazing that he was still alive with that amount of blood loss and severe trauma. His hands grasped his shivering shoulders as he tried to look him in his eyes. Realizing they were already open. Unbelievable!

"H-hurts… S-stop pressing… I-it hurts… s-so bad…" Cas moaned pleadingly. Sam frowned at him as he let go of the stumps. He now stroked his sickly pale face to ease his agony. Sam's eyed the blood that was seeping through his jacket. Meanwhile Cas lifted his head a little bit and took in his surroundings. That concerned Sam the most.

He'd read once on line that a dying man could have a revival before they actually die. He just hoped that this was not the case for Cas. Cas looked really bad, though. Sam suddendly felt uneasy by looking in to his glassy eyes.

"Dean! Dean! Come quick. I-it's Cas!" he cried. Meanwhile he stroked his friends face eagerly. Hoping he would be holding on into life. "Stay with us, Castiel. Your one of us now. Remember that. You are gonna be okay. Just stay awake until the paramedics arrive. Can you do that for me, buddy?"

"Sam, what's wrong? Is he dying?" Sam looked up at his brother. His lips were pressed together, causing a small thin line. "Don't know," Sam said. His frown was enough to terrify Dean. He quickly fell on his knees next to his younger brother, to look into Cas' pale-turning blue eyes. One bloody hand came up from under the jacket. Trying to find Dean's. Dean hooked in almost automatically.

"I-it hurts… I-Im sorry… Hurts…D-Dean… Please…H-help me…" rambled his weak and unrecognizable voice. Just after that Cas started to gasp, reminding the Winchesters and probably even himself, that he still had some bruised ribs, too.

Talking was probably a bad idea.

"I know it hurts, Buddy. It looks bad too. The ambulance in on their way. Just hang in there, alright?" Cas started to convulse in pain but nodded at the older Winchester as his eyes fluttered shut again, in weakness. A shiver rocked his cold body. He was probably getting into shock from the blood loss.

"Hey, Cas. Come on! Don't you die on me, man. Just take small breaths, and don't try to move or talk." The older man, that looked much different now, blinked up at him. His hand squeezed one more time before his strength subsided. Dean felt the anger welling up inside him when Cas slowly faded away from him. Well not actually 'fading' like the wings from under him, though. Which was a little odd to think of it, anyway. But hey. he world was full of crazyness.

Castiel faded away into the darkness. Passing out. Again. His friends' face had turn blue-grey. The older man just went slack. Maybe for good. Maybe not. They didn't know, actually. All they knew was that this wasn't supposed to happen. Not today!

So Dean shook Cas'shoulders in fear of losing his one and only friend for ever.

"Castiel! Goddamned! Stay with us! That is an order!" he yelled. and that struck Sam. Dean sounded exactly like his father now. Sam watched a tear fall from his brothers' chin. It made him cry a bit too. To see his brother like that.

And poor Castiel, of course… man... this was bad.

"Where is that freaking ambulance? Sammy!" Dean shot him a stern look.

"I-I don't know! They said they will be here any second," Sam answered quickly.

It had been too long since the call. At least it felt like an hour ago.

Castiel was lying motionless on the ground, again. His hand let go of Dean's hand, and it fell lifelessly back on to the ground. His eyes rolled back into their sockets. His quivering eyelids not fully closed.

It looked scary. Well. It all looked scary. But at least they already knew Castiel always slept with his eyes half open. This was actually al little reassuring.

Still, Dean desperately tried to resurrect him, with no luck. But fortunately he was still breathing.

"How is his pulse, Dean?" Sam asked tense. Dean pressed two fingers in Cas' neck. Frowning in the proses.

"Too slow. But steady. For now… Were the hell are they!"

Dean grunted angrily. He just wanted to punch something. But instead he started to rub the dying man's shoulders to warm him up a bit. Sam looked at his brother in wonderment. Just as he wanted to do the same they finally heard an emerging siren, coming from the road.

"Finally," Sam sighed.

A/N: Well this was a tense chapter. At least in my head. It played as a movie. and i tried te write it down quickly. So I hope it was as good as you expected it. I promise to update this story within a week. If not, I probably am too busy killing some inner-demons;)

Please let me know what you think of this chapter. I tried hard to aprove my english writhings.

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Josie