As soon as the ambulance arrived, Dean and Sam stood up from the ground and backed away from the injured man.
"What the hell happened, here?" the first paramedic, with dark skin and big shoulders, said as he came closer. The other paramedic, an older woman with an odd pale red colored ponytail, carried a stretcher out of the ambulance and railed it as close to them as possible. Both were visibly in shock by this bloody scene and where obviously waiting for a good explanation. Sam was suddenly unable to speak. He just stared at their friend's back.
What should they say? Nothing would explain the bleeding bumps on Castiel's back. Dean didn't speak either. He was too busy staring at the paramedics. It was obvious that the brothers were in total shock. It was actually a little crazy, considering after all they had seen in their hunting career, and experienced, this was that moment they weren't able to talk anymore. Apparently this is something that you cannot grow accustom to it. Seeing a friend like this.
The dark tinted paramedic saw that and softened his stern face. He forgot sometimes that there were people in the world that never had seen this type of crap before in their live. Not like himself. He only saw work that had to be done. Despite all his fears for losing his own humanity for doing this fleshy and inhuman job, when he was in collage, that seemed to be a long time ago, he was becoming that person now. And that was why he suddenly softened his face against this fellows.
"Hey, I know it looks bad, but please, guy's. Can someone tell me what happened here?" The paramedic, who's called John, according to his nametag on his vest, kneeled beside the unconscious man lay on the ground. He quickly lifted the blood soaked jacket to see the injury from underneath. Right after that his brown eyes grew wide. "Holy crap! What is that?!" Castiel's wing-wounds twitch a bit when the man touched the bare and icy skin.
Sam shrugged his shoulders and nervously shifted his weight on his other leg. It was a bad sight. But Sam could of sworn the stumps were slowly getting smaller, just like all those feathers just had disappeared a front of their eyes. But it was still a bad sight, obviously.
"W-we found him like this. I swear," he stuttered. Dean snorted at that.
"Shouldn't you two hurry up a little? He is getting cold. His back is bleeding pretty bad," he finally snapped back in reality. And immediately Dean knelt down besides the unconscious man, wanting to help the paramedics with placing Castiel on to the stretcher.
"Oh thanks, Man. But we will take it from here," John said. The other paramedic started to open up some bandage bags and wrapped the odd looking wounds up with it. "John, for God sake, let the poor man help. What's your name sweetheart?" the elderly women asked.
"Lars, ma'am. This is my brother Finn," Dean babbled. Sam nodded at her but his eyes weren't long on hers. He stared at Castiel who's skin was starting to look a little blue.
"Well, nice to meet ya two. But enough chit-chat. We need to transport him fast. His pulse is dropping. Help me lift him up a little. He needs to be transported on his belly. The name is Trica by the way," the older woman with a thick southern accent stated.
John and the both brothers lifted the man on the stretcher and as soon as that was done, Trica started to cover the guy up with a warm blanket. At that point everything went fast. Castiel was strapped for the ride to the hospital and John had asked them whether they wanted to follow them to the hospital. It was not a request, but rather a question. But by the helpfulness from them it was clear that the boys would stick with the man they had 'found like that'.
Once they arrived at the hospital, several nurses and doctors rushed with them though the ER. They all wanted to know what happened with this unknown man. As they saw the blood everything was getting really hectic. Sam and Dean were abruptly pushed aside as they drove the stretcher through the hospital hallways.
the paramedics were astonished by the mysteriously disappearing of the two big bumps on the man's back. They were completely gone! Instead of that, there were now two gaping wounds that needed to be stitches, fast. Castiel was taken to a room, accompanied by three doctors and some nurses, along the way. As soon as Dean and Sam didn't saw their friend anymore Dean sighed heavily.
"Now what? I mean… While Cas is getting treaded for all that shit, we should do something, right? We can't just sit here with our thumps up in our asses. We should call Bobby. Wait. I'll do that right away. You stay here? I bring you some coffee, later." Sam looked deep into the eyes of his brother. He saw the haze in his brother's eyes. But Dean had also something as aloofness over him. It was like he just needed a break from all of this. So he nodded reassuringly at his older brother.
"I will be fine here, Dean. Go ahead. Just come back here with that coffee, soon, alright. I sure need a cup." Dean snorted at that. "Yeah, I am telling ya. I need something stronger later if Cas is alright again." They both grinned but there was no humor in it. They both were just a little shocked and scared. Like normal people do, when someone you known well has gotten hurt. That's all. Especially when that someone is the closest to a brother.
And after Sam saw Dean walk around the corner and disappeared into the hectic hallways of the ER, he let his back fall against the wall. And he slowly sunk into the plastic bench were he had an close eye from the room where Castiel was taken to.
At least Castiel was in good hands right now…
AN: Another chapter done! Not the best one, but all goods are about to happen in the next chapter! Think about 'Cas' and 'getting better.' woohoo!
Please, let me know what you think!
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Josie