I hope you are all prepared for some major angst…if not…get some chocolate at the ready! I am quite pleased with this one…PLOT TWIST and lots of Cas and Dean angst. A recipe for heaven in my books! Enjoy, and please leave a review!

Chapter 4

Dean grinned. He couldn't quite believe his luck, well, luck had nothing to do with it; it was all Sammy's doing. But that was beside the point. He was free, and that was all that mattered!

After two months of back to back phone calls, major tantrums and downright begging Dean had managed to persuade his little brother to check him out early, and now he was back where he belonged, driving his baby with Sam in the passenger seat, bobbing his head along to Metallica, which was booming out of the open window on full volume.

He was in heaven, and had been for the past three weeks.

Yes he was being coerced into counseling sessions once a week and yes Sam was still stating that they were not hunters, but Dean could live with that. His brother would remember the truth about hunting soon. Dean was sure of it.

His only regret was that he had been forced to leave his only friend behind, Castiel. He had tried to talk the doctors and nurses round, stating that he and Sam would be able to care for Cas, but they said it was out of the question. For a while Dean had toyed with the idea of staying with the broken man, after all Cas had started speaking again, admittedly only to him, but it was a start and the nurses were over the moon with his progress.

And, if he was honest, there was something endearing about the strange man in the trench coat. He was easy to get on with, often they were able to spend time in companionable silence which would have been awkward with other people, and he was so refreshingly innocent and….angelic really.

But Dean had to get out of that place. And he was going back to visit Cas, that's where he and Sammy were currently heading, so it wasn't as if he had completely abandoned him.

Well, that's what Dean kept telling himself.

Cas was sitting on the couch in the television room with his knees drawn up to his chest. He hadn't said a word since Dean had left and it was safe to say that he had taken it hard. The nurses struggled to persuade him to even leave his room, depression had sunk in and Cas didn't bother responding to any of the help being offered.

He was tired, no exhausted, and he just wanted to be left alone, in his bed, to stare at the wall. He didn't even have the energy to read his Bible anymore, and he couldn't bring himself to care about that fact. He didn't care about anything anymore.

Whenever Cas did move he was struck by severe dizziness, his head spinning until he fainted. And then, the nurses were forced to force feed him, and then he would throw the food up- he was an angel of the lord after all, and then it would start all over again.

In the three and a bit weeks that Dean had been gone, he had only visited once, which happened to be the time that Cas ended up being emitted into hospital after having a seizure, his blood sugar levels having plummeted to dangerous levels.

They had been walking over to the relaxation room in silence when Cas had suddenly crumpled to the floor, his entire body shaking, his muscles going into violent spasms and his arms and legs jerking. Dean had done all he could, placing his leather jacked under Cas' head and rolling him onto his side, before being forced to watch in horror as the nurses took over, waiting for Cas to come round.

After that Castiel had been exhausted, falling asleep before the ambulance crew had even arrived and placed an IV in his arm. It was the only way they would be able to get any nutrients into the man's body without sticking a tube into his stomach, which they wanted to avoid considering they didn't want to put Castiel through any more trauma than necessary.

Dean hadn't been allowed to come with Castiel as he was not immediate family, so he had been forced to wait two weeks to see him again, which was why he was currently on the way to the care home, the one which he had so valiantly fought to escape.

It was ironic really.

Cas stared transfixed at the television screen, absorbing every word as if it were a prophecy from God.

"Red Bull, It Gives You Wings!"

Wings.

I can get my wings back. I can go back home! I can go back to Heaven if I have my wings.

Cas got to his feet, ignoring the way in which the room span and made his way to the kitchen, sneaking past the cook who was trying to persuade one of the residents to eat something other than chocolate cookies and to try some "lovely vegetables or a piece of fruit."

It was easy really, too easy, and within no time Cas had been able to find three six packs of red bull, which were strictly for staff only during their long shifts, or for special occasions such as parties in the case of the residents. Cas himself had never tried any, and he could have kicked himself for not realizing that those simple cans held his ticket back to heaven.

Why hadn't he thought of it before?!

The only issue was that the advert had not specified how much he would need to drink in order to grow his wings back. Ideally he wanted them to come back within an hour so that he would have his wings before Dean came, he wanted to say goodbye before he returned to heaven and it would be great if he could show Dean his wings. It would be symbolic, a way in which to show Dean how much he meant to Cas and how supportive he had been.

After deciding that it would be best to drink all of the cans, Cas made his way back to the room, avoiding the nurses without drawing any attention to himself.

He then sank down on his bed, head spinning and downed the first can in five gulps. Then the second. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth, until eventually he had consumed all eighteen cans. His hands were shaking violently and his dizziness had seemed to have increased, but Cas swore that he could feel the wings beginning to grow inside of him. He was convinced.

Castiel stood and made his way out of his room again, walking upstairs to the third floor of the building and staring around for an open window. But they were all locked, so bracing himself, Cas smashed one of them and clambering through the frame, grabbing onto the gutter and hauling himself onto the flat roof, hoping that he hadn't drawn any attention to himself. Not that it mattered; he would be able to fly away in just a couple of moments.

He grimaced a little as his stomach convulsed and seemed to come alive, but forced himself to keep the drink down. If he was sick then his wings may stop growing or recede. It would all be worth it in just a few moments. Cas' heart was pounding hard and fast against his chest, like a war-drum, or like the wings of a bird struggling to stay airborne. Or, like the wings of an angel.

It seemed like it was getting harder and harder to breathe, but Cas was sure that was just part and parcel of growing wings. He hadn't been expecting the process to be all rainbows and butterflies, he knew there would be some discomfort, but he didn't care. His brothers were waiting for him.

Dean pulled up outside the care home, turning off the engine of his beloved Impala and grabbing a bag from the backseat. He had bought Cas a game of Battleships and a truth or false card game. Sam followed close behind him, he didn't want to be here any more than Dean but knew he should offer his brother moral support.

That was when Dean spotted the figure on the roof. Shielding his eyes from the sun he looked up, wondering what workmen were doing so late in the afternoon, the sun being at its highest point and the temperature sweltering, but then he noticed that it was not workmen. There was only a single man on the roof, and he was wearing a trench coat.

A beige trench coat.

Cas' trench coat.

"CAS! CAS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET AWAY FROM THE EDGEMAN, YOU'RE GONNA KILL YOURSELF. DON'T BE STUPID, WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, JUST WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO COME ANDGET YOU! PLEASE CAS, TALK TO ME!" Cas was tempted not to reply, but it was Dean after all, and he could tell from Dean's tone that he was anxious or frightened, and the last thing Cas wanted to do was upset his friend.

"DEAN, DON'T WORRY. IT IS OK; I AM NOT ATTEMPTING TO TAKE MY OWN LIFE."

"WELL WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THEN?"

"I'M GOING TO FLY. I HAVE MY WINGS BACK."

"DAMN IT CAS, YOU CAN'T FLY!"

"I CAN DEAN, I AM AN ANGEL OF THE LORD. I DRANK RED BULL .IT GIVES YOU WINGS. I CAN FLY AGAIN; IT HAS RESTORED MY GRACE. I CAN FEEL IT."

"THAT'S AN ADVERT, CAS. IT'S A LIE, THAT STUFF DOESN'T LITETALLY BRING YOUR WINGS BACK, LISTEN TO ME!"

"IT DOES. I CAN FEEL THEM. DEAN, I JUST WANT TO FLY. I WANT TO GO HOME."

"CAS, PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM THE EDGE, JUST WAIT A MINUTE, SAMHAS GONE TO GET HELP. ONCE YOU GET DOWN WE CAN PLAY A BOARD GAME. I BOUGHT YOU A NEWONE, WE CAN ALL PLAY IT, THE THREE OF US, LIKE A FAMILY." Cas looked momentarily convinced and Dean thought that he was about to agree, but then his next words caused Dean's heart to stop.

"I'M SORRY DEAN."

Closing his eyes to stop the spinning, Cas leapt forwards off the edge, seeming to float in mid air for a moment. Dean allowed himself just a second of irrational hope before he watched Cas begin to plummet to the ground.

"CAS, NO!"

Dean felt his whole world snap back into 5 seconds worth of motion. He watched as Cas' trench coat billowed out behind him, his mouth slightly open in shock.

My wings? What is wrong with my wings? Why won't they work? A million questions flew around Castiel's head in the few seconds it took for him to reach the ground. And then there was nothing.

Dean felt his legs gave way, his own body meeting the ground at the same time as Cas' crashed into the concrete paving slabs.

Castiel had plummeted towards the earth and there was nothing Dean could do about it.

"Dean, come on man, talk to me. DEAN! Come on Dean, stay with me man." Dean was vaguely aware of his little brother placing both hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eye and shaking him gently, but Dean couldn't respond. He was completely numb, oblivious to his surroundings and the howling sirens around him.

"Dean? Stay strong man. I'm so sorry."

Sam gave up trying to verbally communicate with his brother, instead sitting down on the ground next to his brother and pulling Dean into a tight hug, rubbing his brothers back as he sobbed brokenly onto his chest, tears soaking through Sam's plaid top.

"It's ok Dean, you're gonna be ok. You always are, it will all be fine. I'm here for you man."

Dean didn't respond, but allowed a couple of ambulance staff to pull him up and wrap him in a couple of blankets, listening to them speaking to Sam about him, whipping up phrases such as "shock," "might faint," "disorientated" and "rapid pulse."

But none of that mattered.

Dean's beautiful angel had fallen.

I am thinking of doing just one more chapter, unless anyone requests more.

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