"Dean? It's been nearly six hours! Where the hell are you, man? You took a long time reaching Bobby." Sam spoke first on the phone when he saw it was his brother who called.

"Just finished making Cas some fake ID. Assuming he needs it when he is out of there. How is he anyway? Did you hear anything yet?" Dean's voice sounded a little distant. Some crackling sound made it difficult to understand his words. There was some tunes in the background so he must've been driving or walking around in some kind of store.

"He is taking to the ICU, but I heard he is in some kind of a coma from the blood loss. They didn't allow me in, yet."

"Why not?... Oh wait… Where there cop's involved? Don't say that they are shooting some pictures. That means trouble, man."

Sam glanced around him. He watched some people walking by. So he basically pressed the telephone against his ear and closed his other ear to understand his brother words better.

"They did, actually. What are we gonna do? Run?" Sam asked. His brother was doing something else than listening to him because he hear him say Thank's man to some guy. Sam grunted annoyed.

"Dean! Where are you? Are you at the bar?"

"What?" Sam draw a sigh and role his eyes.

"Forget it, Dean. Just get your ass over here so we can discuss what to do, properly."

"Got it. I was on my way, anyway." And the line was disconnected.

After a good fifteen minutes of pacing Sam finally saw his brother walking towards him. And as promised he carried a big paper cup of coffee. He greeted him with a smirk but his face was blank.

"They're still not allowing you in?" he asked concerned while handling over the coffee.

"No. But the investigators left a while ago." Sam took a long sip of coffee and continued. "I kinda sneaked into Cass' room a few minutes ago, though. And what I saw wasn't pretty. He was lying on his stomach when a nurse was dressing his wounds."

"Awh, come on, Sammy. Can't be that bad. We've seen worse. Or was the nurse that ugly?" Dean joked with no effort to sound funny. Sam was of course giving him his best Bitch face ever. Dean never had seen the metal stitches. It certainly looked very scary to him. He was like freaking Frankenstein creation, for crying out loud!

"Anyway… She caught me snooping around. And she tossed me out, Dean. I think I may've been a little too involved. I am afraid they are getting a bit suspicious about us. We probably should leave. But..." Dean watched his younger brother shake his frowning head. Despite the obvious, Dean asked what was going on in his head anyway.

Sam shrugged his shoulders and drew a deep sigh.

"I don't wanna leave him behind. We should stick with him. Just in case he wakes up and starts rambling about angels and demons. Stuff like that, you know."

Yeah, Dean thought. Forehead's got a point there. If Cas woke up he might got too much intention on himself that will put him away in the psych ward for a long time.

They needed a plan. Dean was on it, while Sam was drinking his well-earned coffee way to fast. Then suddenly a petite blond nurse came out of Cas' room. Her pale brown eyes were wandering through the hallway and she finally locked on to Sam's hazel ones.

"Uh hey! Mister? Are you the one who brought him in? Because… he is waking up." Both brothers could tell she was shocked about the fast recovery as they were. Both brothers looked at each other and stared walking towards her. Sam threw his cup away and then he saw two blue eyes staring up at them. He looked very confused and weak.

"Cas…" Sam blurred out. Forgetting that he shouldn't have said that. Dean noticed and scraped his throat while looking to the scared out nurse.

"Well that's what I call a fighter. Jumping out of a coma that fast." He smiled at the nurse to distract her from kicking his brother.

"Yeah, I guess he is stringer that he looks. Go ahead, but I have to get a doctor for checking up at him." The nurse left in a hurry. Meanwhile, Sam got into the room looking very concerned to the confused guy, blinking up at him.

"Sam…" he whispered. "I-I feel ratter strange…" His eyes closed again. One hand was struggling with the blanket around him but managed to reach his nose to scratch a bit. After he was done two fingers got up to his sleepy eyes and rubbed them. He couldn't move further.

"I think that is because of the blood loss. Trust me. I know that numb feeling by now. Just stay put, buddy. You are gonna be okay," Dean said. Cas glanced at him for a few seconds and then his eyes fluttered close again.

"I don't feel any change," he blurred again. He sounded so hoarse and thirsty that Sam started to fill the plastic cup with tap water and pushed the straw against the ex- angel's lips. "Drink this." Cas gratefully took some sips and closed his eyes again. He looked different somehow. Human. Because of the grayness of his skin. The dull eyes and the shallow breaths. But still, some weird kind of light energy was around the man. So, something angelic still has to be in there, somehow. He just woke up from a damn coma that fast. "Thank you, Sam," he whispered.

Then a doctor came in. by the looks of it he was also surprised to see the patient awake that soon.

"Well hello there. Mister popular one. I see you have already made friends with your heroes. How are you feeling?" Cas thought about the doctors words and blinked a couple of times before he answered:

"I am not mister popular one," he whispered confused. His forehead frowned. "And I am feeling no different."

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