Wow! 3 posted! I'm on fire! lol. Yay another person in the story!
Who is it you ask Well...I'll tell you...when you read it!
HAHAHA! Anyway I hope I got a few tears on the last chapter! And onto the story!
-Death Bed Confessions Chapter 3: I don't understand.
Dean lost track of how many days he had been waiting in the room sitting in the hardened chair, by the lines under his eyes you could instantly tell it was over a month. In fact almost two months, since the horrible fate Cas had fallen pray to, and two months since Dean had heard Cas speak to him.
"Excuse me, Mr. Winchester?" Dean shook his head and sat up straight in the chair turning to see Doctor Hall standing there holding her clipboard as usual."Yes?" As Dean stood up she motioned for him to sit back down.
"I have some news about your friend." Dean's heart sped up and all the anger and sadness disappeared. "For the past week his heart rate has slowed dangerously fast and his brain activity is low...I'm sorry but..."
Dean's stared at the floor, His eyes went wide with fear and he began softly gasping, he felt as though no matter how hard he tried he couldn't breathe.
"I...I don't understand...what are you saying...?"
The doctor sighed and bent down looking up at him laying her hand on top of his.
"He may be brain dead in a matter of days..." Dean bit his fist and began to feel the hot tears run down his face.
"Isn't there something we can do?..."
"No, I'm afraid not. I don't want to be the one to say this but...It would be better to pull the plug now than to drag it on." Dean completely froze, They wanted him to give up! Dean began bleeding from biting down so hard on his hand to restrain himself from breaking down in front of the doctor.
"Here's the form...sign when your ready." Handing him the paper and pen she stood up placed her hand on his shoulder and turned her head slightly.
"I'm so sorry.." As soon as she left it hit Dean and it hit him hard. Cas...is really going to die..and he did nothing to save him... A low growl came from deep inside of Dean as he gripped the form that would send his beautiful angel to his death.
"NO! I WON'T GIVE UP!" Dean tore up the paper as he threw the clipboard out the window shattering a small part of the glass. Dean slammed down on the ground next to the bed and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"God damn it Cas! Wake up! You can't leave me alone here! I need you! You stupid son of a bitch! Why didn't you let me come with you that day!" Dean began screaming at the silent angel in his bed. Restraining himself from shaking Cas, Dean slammed his fist into the wall. After a few minutes of groaning from the pains in his hand Dean slid to the floor and began banging the back of his head against the wall gently
"How am I going to save you...I don't want to believe this is real...Bobby was right...There's not a damn thing I can do to bring you back to me..." Dean closed his eyes as tears began to slowly fall from his eyes,
"I don't want to loose you...I won't live through it..." As Dean opened his teary green eyes he was surprised to find Sam standing at the end of Cas' bed.
"Hey..." Dean stood up and walked over to Sam, standing there for a few seconds just looking at his younger brother then hugged Sam tight and began shaking as he broke down again.
"There's something I need to tell you...It's about Cas..."