Back at the motel the brothers rented an extra room for Cas, so he could recover in peace. They laid the angel down on the bed and kept him company, waiting for him to wake up. For hours they waited but nothing changed. Since there were no visible physical wounds there was nothing else they could do.

"I'm going to bed. There's nothing I can do for him and I'm about to fall asleep right in this chair." Sam said sometime after midnight.

"Okay Sammy. I'll stay here with Cas. Can you try to find out what we can do about this Micah asshole?" Dean answered without taking his eyes off his angel. He had now become used to referring to Castiel as 'his angel'. It didn't bother him anymore like it had only a few days ago.

"I don't think there is anything we can do. From what Cas said this Micah guy is about as powerful as Raphael, so really we can just hope he doesn't have a plan B and let Cas deal with him when he's better."Sam replied as he got up and left the room by himself. Somehow he hadn't really expected Dean to come with him, but he didn't want to ponder the reason right now.

When Sam had closed the door behind him Dean pulled his chair closer to the bed on which Cas was lying. He smoothed the folds of the trench coat and slightly loosened the tie, imagining that Cas would be more comfortable that way. Then he took the angel's hand in his and stroked his thumb in circles across the back of it.

"C'mon Cas, you gotta wake up. You said you'd always come back to me." he stared at Castiel as he said this, but the angel didn't move and didn't open his eyes. Dean would even have started to pray if he had thought it would help, he'd do almost anything.

He felt his head become heavier and heavier and let it drop on the mattress next to Cas. During the night he woke up from this uncomfortable position and drowsily climbed into bed next to Castiel, falling asleep again right there.

He woke up again when he felt Cas stirring next to him. Dean opened his eyes, propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the angel. But Cas looked different than earlier that night. He was covered in cuts and bruises and his clothes were torn almost to shreds, but at least now he was awake.

"Cas, what the fuck is going on? Are…are you okay? Where do these wounds come from? "Dean asked confused and worried.

"No, I'm not okay. This is a dream. These wounds are a manifestation of the damage that has been done to my true form by the creature. I cannot wake up until they have all healed." Cas explained.

"Is there anything I can do to help you heal?" Dean inquired. He sat up to get a better look at Cas and carefully traced one of the bigger bruises on Cas' arm, which was clearly visible through the torn shirt. As he did this the bruise he touched slowly faded and then disappeared completely.

"Does this help?" he whispered, looking into his angel's bright blue eyes, awed by the effect his touch seemed to have. Cas simply nodded and kept staring back into Dean's eyes. His whole face lit up in something that closely resembled bliss.

"Like I said, these wounds are simply a manifestation that you can see. The real damage is of a transcendental nature, which can only be healed by a show of love, affection and friendship." Cas told him.

Dean stopped at the mention of 'love', but it could mean different things, right? Not necessarily love love. And as long as he could help his angel he didn't really care about anything else. All he knew was that he didn't want to lose Cas and he couldn't bear to see him suffer. So he reached for Cas' cheek where another big bruise was located and he caressed it till it was gone.

He kept this procedure up until all the bruises on Cas' upper body were gone. It hadn't taken very long, especially after he had found out that kissing the cuts and bruises made them disappear faster than simply touching them. He had removed the angel's shirt eventually since it was hardly there anymore, anyway.

But he had stopped at Cas' pants. Even though he had kissed and licked almost Castiel's entire chest and had enjoyed the sounds of pleasure that had come from his angel, taking off the pants had seemed to go too far. He hadn't even kissed Cas on the lips, even though they looked very tempting and kissable. But this was strictly a medical procedure and not foreplay. And it was all a dream, so it didn't really count at all.

Then the dream was over, just as sudden as it had started. Dean was awake again for real and Cas was lying next to him, still unconscious. The good feeling that Dean had had during the dream, when he had been able to talk to Cas and help him faded at once. Despair and worry replaced it. He had done what he could and it hadn't been enough.

He stroked the angel's cheek again, or for real this time. These dream encounters could be confusing sometimes. But as his hand lightly touched Cas' skin Dean could feel a small movement. He tried again, with the same result. This was better than before. It seemed like his angel was slowly recovering after all.

He kept touching Cas and moved his body closer to him, pressing himself against the motionless angel. But after a while he had to admit that even though this was helping, it wasn't enough. He thought for a long while and then he slowly leaned over Cas and softly pressed his lips on the angel's.

It was a strange feeling, kissing someone who wasn't even conscious, but it didn't really matter. If Cas didn't wake up then no one would ever know about this. If he did wake up everything would be fine. It was worth a try.

After a few seconds Dean pulled away and watched the angel's face. At first nothing happened and Dean was wavering between giving up and trying again, when finally the angel's eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes, looking directly at Dean.

"Hey Cas. Welcome back." Dean smiled at him and touched his cheek.

"Yes, I'm back. And it's all thanks to you." Cas agreed and lifted his head up slightly to get another kiss from Dean. Dean hesitated for only a moment before thinking 'oh what the hell' and leaned down to meet Cas in a kiss that was gentle and careful, but still a lot more passionate than the one before.

"How do you feel?" Dean asked slightly breathless after a long while.

"I feel a lot better already, thanks to you Dean."Cas replied. "But I think I still need to spend some more time in bed to fully recover."

"I think you're right. And I'll stay here and keep you company and make sure you won't get bored." Dean grinned as he pulled the blanket over both of them and pulled Cas into a tight embrace.

The End

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