"Dean."
Someone was calling his name.
"Dean."
It sounded as if the person was frustrated with him for not waking up. Dean turned over and curled into himself. Whoever the hell it was could deal with it. He was too damn tired to wake up right now.
"I know you're awake, Dean."
He knew that voice. It was a deep, rough, monotone voice that he knew he should know. He tried to think of who it was. He played various clips of the people that he knew speaking to him in his mind. He came to one that stood out.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."
Cas. That's who the person was. It was Castiel, his best friend and guardian angel. Suddenly everything that had happened rushed through Dean. He woke up startled.
"Cas!" Dean yelled.
Cas was in his normal suit and trench coat, and Dean knew that wasn't right. Cas was in the hospital, in a hospital gown.
"Dude, how did you get here?" Dean asked.
Cas sighed and sat down next to Dean. "This is your dream, Dean."
Dean looked around him and saw they were sitting on a hill that overlooked a lake. "Why the hell am I dreaming about this?"
Cas titled his head in confusion. "This is your dream, Dean."
Dean shook his head. "So are you all healed up, or…"
"I'm still at the hospital." Cas answered.
"So you're still beat up pretty bad then huh?" Dean swallowed the lump and his throat. "Is this actually you, or did my mind just make you up?"
"No, this is actually me. My subconscious was able to merge with yours so we would be able to speak to each other." Cas said.
Dean nodded and built up the courage to ask Cas something. "Hey um…you're not dying are you?"
"No." Cas answered quickly. "I'm not dying. However, I'm still unable to heal myself."
"Are you going to be laid up for a while? Because the cops are involved in this and I want to get you out of the hospital as soon as possible." Dean asked.
"I'm going to be, as you said, laid up for some time, at least until I'm able to heal myself again. I won't stop you from getting me out of the hospital, though." Cas admitted.
"Me and Sam will get you out as soon as you're awake. I guess we'll take you Bobby's and look after you till you're back on your feet." Dean grabbed Cas shoulder. Dean told Cas what to say when the cops came around asking questions and promised to be there in the morning.
"One more thing, Cas." Dean said. "Are you hurt here?"
Cas looked down at his chest and shook his head. Dean took the chance to punch Castiel in the face. The angel fell back, alarmed.
"That's what you get for not telling me that you can't heal yourself anymore." Dean rubbed his knuckles. "I would kick your ass if you weren't hurt already."
"I'm sorry." Cas said, rubbing his face.
Dean gritted his teeth and ground out, "You better be. You better not ever put me in that situation again, Cas. I didn't know if you were going to bleed out and die or heal up. From now on, you tell me when something's up with you, got it?"
Cas nodded in conformation to him. Suddenly, Dean's vision became blurry.
"You're waking up." Cas told him, sensing his presence fading. The angel looked sad, and Dean reached out and hugged him tightly. It was a total chick-flick moment, but Dean didn't care.
"You tell Sam about that and you're dead." Dean said, after pulling away.
Cas chuckled and told Dean goodbye.
Dean's eyes opened to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He was in the motel with Sam. He stretched and found himself to be actually rested. Sunlight peaked through the curtains and Dean grabbed a pillow and threw it at his brother.
"Hey, get your lazy ass up. We're going to the hospital."