"He's an idgit." Bobby Singer grumbled at the angel lying in the hospital bed. Dean was once again beside his bed in the chair, and Sam sat on the room's small couch.
"He's a self-sacrificing idiot." Dean stated.
"Gee I wonder who he learned that from." Bobby said sarcastically. Dean rolled his eyes and Sam huffed a laugh. Bobby was beside the bed in his wheelchair.
"How did you get up here anyway?" Dean asked.
"I told a friend of mine that one of my boys was in the hospital. He drove all night to get me here." Bobby said.
"One of your boys?" Sam asked, looking at Bobby questionably.
"He might as well be. I'm so use to taking in strays." Bobby said.
"Hey!" Dean protested. He laid back in the chair and tried to get comfortable. "You think they would bring him some food or something. At least then I could steal his Jell-O."
Sam scoffed at him. "Dean he has a punctured stomach, they aren't going to give him solid food. That's what the tube and the IV's are for."
"Well this sucks ass."
"I agree." Said a new voice. All their head whipped around to the on the bed. Cas' eyes were open and he was looking at them with curious eyes.
"I'm going to go get a nurse." Sam said, as he exited the room.
"Hey sleeping beauty, how are you feeling?" Dean asked, scooting closer to Cas.
Cas raised his head and looked down at the various tubes sticking out of his arms and the bulk of the gown where the bandages were wrapped around his mid-section.
"I've been better."
The nurse came and checked Cas out to make sure he was okay. After she confirmed he was doing fine, Cas started asking to leave. The three of them told him that he was going to stay a little bit longer. Cas became irritated and still demanded to leave.
Eventually he got his way, and they had checked Cas out, much to the dismay of the hospital. They removed the things sticking in him and released him on firm orders not to move around anywhere. They gave him various prescriptions and Bobby told the doctor that his wife was a doctor and would be able to care for Cas at home where he would be comfortable. Dean gave Cas some sweats and loose t-shirt to wear instead of his normal, blood-stained clothes.
They funny part of the day was the fact the fact the hospital had a wheelchair policy stating that all patients had to be rolled out of the hospital in a wheelchair. Bobby cut the nurse a glare, and Cas didn't seem to like it much, but Sam and Dean got a laugh out of it.
They broke into a van and used it to put Cas and Bobby in. Sam drove the Impala, much to his surprise, while Dean drove Cas and Bobby in the van. They set up an IV in the back to give to Cas while he laid down on the pallet that had been made in back.
The injured angel had protested at getting another needle, but Bobby wasn't having it. He grabbed Cas' arm and stabbed it home. The angel let out a yelp of pain.
"Oh quit your whining." Bobby told him.
"I don't like it." Cas complained.
"Well you're going to have to deal with it."
Dean laughed and drove them back to South Dakota with Sam following behind them.