There was no need to stick around at the hospital this whole day. So Sam and Dean drove back to their motel room to catch some sleep or something that could help them to relax. Of course they left a mobile number behind for the nurses if something was wrong with their friend. Dean plopped himself on the matrass right after he kicked out his boots, next to the motel door. Sam didn't know what to do and started surfing on the net for no damn reason. Dean immediately fell asleep. And for hours this room was quiet.

Just when Sam thought he should be following up on some rest too, a strange fluttering sound filled the room. Followed by a whooshing wind. And that could be only one thing.

"Whoa… Cas?" Sam stuttered when he saw the formal angel swaying a front of him. "You are here? How did you…? Are you okay?" The poor man, dressed in a hospital gown, staggered up to him and almost fell foreword towards the ground. "Wow, watch out, Castiel. Here, sit down. Dean! Dean, wake up!" Dean woke up in a jolt and looked around suspiciously. When his green eyes caught the half-naked he got into action. They both lowered the fainting man on to the chair and hold him up straight.

"Hi, guy's," Cas mumbled a little drunk, from the meds maybe.

"Cas, you son of a bitch. How did you come here? You flew?" Cas looked up at the older Winchester and nodded.

"Yes."

"But you chopped them off. How is this possible?" Sam stuttered again. His eyes jumped from Cas to Dean.

"I don't know… how. But… I am here… so..." Cas shrugged again and straightened his back as if he tried to stretch his phantom wings. His face got a little pale so they didn't dare to interrogate him further. "Alright, well. So we're just going to assume they grew back, on its own. That's great, Cas. But I think you need to lie down, before you pass out." Dean instinctively hooked his arm under Cas's armpit and Sam did the same. It was so easy to hoist him up. The poor guy even tried to carry most of his weight when the boy's helped him to one of the beds. They lowered him down on the matrass but Cas yelped like a kicked puppy when his apparently sensitive upper back touched the bed. Without words he rolled on his stomach and tried to catch his breath.

"They weren't fully grown, yet. I had to stop… maaaaanny times," Cas slurred. His head lolled a little in the proses. Sam shot his big brother a confused look. Dean shook his head with the same confusion on his face. When Dean wanted to say something about that, the cellphone rang. Of course it was the hospital. Dean walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him before he answered it.

"Yeah, this is," what was his cover-name again? His brows got up. "him."

"Lars? Hi this is Nurse Jeana, from earlier. Uhm.. About your friend… Mister Simpson, from Canada? Yeah he's kinda disappeared." Dean rolled with his eyes and licked his lips, thinking very hard to give her a good answer. Meanwhile he fumbled with the phone.

"Really? How could a guy with a mutilated back be gone without someone noticing?" Dean opened the door to peak into the room where Sam was now sitting on the edge of the occupied bed, pulling a blanket over the man, whose slit in the gown was showing him a little bit too much of his friends lower back.

"Just call the cops if you think he's being kidnapped. But, honestly… I think that's unnecessary. He can't be far. You need us to find him? I mean, we brought him in and I kinda feel responsible for him."

"No no no. That's not necessary, sir. We will handle it ourselves. You two did enough already. Doctor Klaus didn't wanna call you for this. But I just had the feeling I needed to fill you guy's in."

"Well, that's alright, Jeana. Thanks. You did a good job. Just call us if you found him again. Or if there is any news about the ones who did this to him, ya know.. Or.. if you want to grab a coffee with me some day?" Dean smirked when he heard a sweet giggle.

"Oh gosh… well. I think that's so inappropriate. But yeah... that sounds great, Lars. I'm off at seven."

Dean's smirk grew in to a big smile. "Ow, damn… today isn't a good time for me. What about next Friday, ha?"

"Friday it is. Want to pick me up here, around nine o clock? I know a great place."

"Sound's great, Jeana. Bye."

"Bye bye."

When Dean ended the call his smile faded fast. Because he heard Sam calling his name quickly.

It was Cas.

"He started to rave in his sleep but he doesn't have fever. I don't get this at all?" Sam's large hand was stroking Cass' neck to feel some fever.

"Don't bother, Sammy. It's the drugs. I am sure of it. When someone gets a nasty wound like that, don't you think they will pump him full of pain meds? Cass just has to sleep it off."

"And then… I will be okaaay. As good as new. Veeeery strong and… big wings… Just wait… Hold on… Y-you have to…h-holdzzz." And Cas was out like a light. Sam shot a weird-out look at his brother and Dean just shrugged.

"You heard him, Sammy. He will be okay." His eyes roll before he muttered softly: "He is such a lightweight weirdo sonofabitch, but he will grow on you, right?" Sam nodded and shook his head afterwards. "You're a weirdo, jerk."

"Oh shut up, Bitch."

They both smiled

AN: Review maybe?