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Dean sat in the hospital waiting room with an ice pack given to him by a nurse on his bruised eye. He ran a hand through his hair for what was probably the millionth time within the last five minutes. He had rode in the back of the ambulance that Sam had called. He told Sam to stay in school that he'd get him later. Sam argued, of course, but there wasn't enough room for him in the ambulance anyways. Dean heard a herd of footsteps rushing towards him. He looked up from his feet on the tile to see Michael, Gabriel, Balthazar, Anna, and Samandriel at the nurses' desk all look worried to death. "Castiel Novak," Michael gave her the name. Before she could answer Dean stood up and spoke. "We gotta wait for him over here," he told them. All eyes were on him and his ice pack. "He's right. Castiel is in with the doctors right now, you're gonna have to wait," the nurse behind the desk told them
They all sat in the waiting room. Michael made it a point not to sit anywhere near Dean. Gabriel and Balthazar sat on either side of him. "So, what happened exactly?" Gabriel asked him. Dean sighed. "I don't know exactly. I just pulled up to school and heard Cas calling for me so I followed his voice and found these three assholes beating the shit out of him," Dean told them. "Please tell me they look worse than that shiner you got," Balthazar spoke now. Dean let himself smile. "They got themselves three rooms booked in here, don't worry." Gabriel threw his arm around Dean's shoulder and patted his back. "Alright!" He exclaimed. Dean chuckled at Gabriel's enthusiasm. They sat in a tension and worry filled silence for the next hour, the only time it was broken was when Gabriel asked Dean the occasional question about how he and Sam have been.
A man in a white lab coat walked into the waiting room with a clip board in hand. "The family of Castiel Novak," he read from the page. They all stood simultaneously. The doctor looked taken aback by the crowd of six. "And you're all immediate family members?" The doctor questioned. Dean ran a hand over his face and made to sit back down, but Michael grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. "Yeah, we are," he confirmed. The doctor nodded and led them into the hall. "Thank you," Dean said to Michael as they followed him. "Don't mention it," Michael replied sounding awfully tired. The doctor stood beside a door a gestured for us to go in. "He has a serious concussion, some internal bruising, and a sprained hand that looks like it happened before the attack, but other than that he'll be fine. The police will be here when he wakes up to ask him some questions," the doctor told them before exiting the room.
Cas looked terrible. He had butterfly stitches on his cheek, forehead, and lip. His one eye was swollen shut and the other was black and blue. He still had some blood left in his hair. His arms had bruises going up and down them. Dean could only imagine what the rest of him looked like. "Where are Naomi and Raphael?" Balthazar asked noticing the absence of the two eldest siblings. "Raphael had some business thing and Naomi said she didn't condone Cas's 'ungodly behaviour' so she isn't coming," Gabriel told him. "Are you serious?" Dean asked incredulously. "Our family isn't all laughs and happy dinners, Dean. We have our issues too," Michael breathed. Dean nodded and looked at Cas again. The guilt filled him up and ate at his every cell. Dean wasn't there to save Cas.