It took almost five more hours before Castiel was brought to the ICU.

Still, no one knew what had happened to the man and Sam could swear that a photographer was called in for register the wounds for further investigation. That was never a good sign. This could mean that Castiel's case was turning in to a media issue and most definitely a FBI matter. It would have been better if this did not happen.

But such things were simply unavoidable. It would be weird if no one took an interest in this man's awful condition. Cas didn't look good. He was a hell of a mess.

The poor man was still unconscious for the time being and hooked up on different kinds of machines. His vitals were bad. His heart rate was faint but steady. Apparently the blood loss wasn't as bad as it should be with that amount he loss during his ride in the ambulance. But there were signs of severe dehydration. Moreover, the wounds on his back too deep for normal sowing procedure and therefore, after long study of the cause, they had to close the wounds with surgical staples. No internal organs were damaged. So Cas was lucky, after all.

Sam stayed there in the hallway, on that same uncomfortable bench for a long time. He wasn't allowed to see him, yet. After five hours they were still very busy with finding out the how and what had happened with that man.

Dean was nowhere to be found. Sam guessed he was taking his time avoiding the bad news on Cas' condition. He knew his big brother. He was worried like hell. He couldn't take the waiting. So Sam stayed. For God knows how long. His ass was killing him from sitting on that stupid bench. He probably needed to stretch his legs right now. He was about to stand up when he suddenly heard someone walk over to him.

"Still here, I see," Sam looked up from his awkward sitting position and looked straight into the eyes of the older woman named Trica.

"Uh… Yes. Still here… Well, it's a bit difficult to get away from something like this. Guess I am feeling bad for the guy. I just wanted to be there for him, someone has to be there if he wakes up, ya know." Sam gave the woman a tired smile and the paramedic sighed out compassion. With half sigh she took her place beside the giant young man and put a reassuring hand on his leg.

"Yeah. I've met your kind before. That caring type. In my line of work I always hope to meet just one a day. It gives me hope somehow. Unfortunately there aren't many like you. Most of them don't care." She gave him an affectionate smile. It had gotten Sam by surprise and he fluttered his eyes shyly.

"Thanks, Trica. Uhm. I can tell you are a good person too. Must be hard. Working with people whose lives are hanging on a thread, with a caring heart like yours."

They went quiet after that.

Sam scraped his throat when the silent took too long. And that made Trica stand up. But before she left him alone again she gave him a pat on his shoulder.

"Listen Finn. I understand your sympathy for the man… but trust me. As it looks now he won't wake up for a while. I heard the doctors talk about some kind of light coma from the blood loss. So you probable should get a decent cup of coffee and some rest. Because you look like hell, son."

Sam nodded at her.

"Alright. Thanks."

"Where is your brother, by the way?" Sam shook his head.

"Getting some air, I guess. He uh… was the one who found him." Trica nodded.

"Well. Good night. My shift is over. Hopefully I never see you again." She winked at him. Sam smiled back and watched her leave. As he draw a deep sigh, thinking about calling Dean, his phone rang.

AN: Long time no see! I know I know! I am very sorry. I was going to write a few chapters for this story and my laptop died on me. This story was the last one on my list for no damn reason. but I will be posting some more chapters soon :) hope you like it! thanks for reading! Please review!

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Josie