DEAN'S POINT OF VIEW
"Is he alive?" "I don't know..." "Should we poke him? Let's poke him" "Don't poke him!" "boop..." "*sigh*" "What?" The voices were familiar, but I was still too dizzy to distinguish them. I groaned and tried to sit up. I heard someone calling my name just as I also felt a weight against my chest. I looked down to see a little fluff of dark hair leaning against me and long arms stretched around my waist. Thank God he was here. "We were so worried about you," Sam breathed out in a shaky voice. It looked like he'd been crying.
Castiel was still hugging me, and he wasn't letting go. "Uh...cass? You okay?" he nodded, clutching on to me even tighter. "It's just that in this weeks recent American Horror Story episode, Violet has killed herself and just discovered that she's a ghost. I had no one to share my pain with and...it was truly a terrible situation." I smiled and hugged him back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and squeezing him tightly. He gasped "Can't breathe can't breathe can't breatheeeee!" I let go the same time he did, and he took as many vigorous breaths as he could.
I wasn't quite sure how to tell the both of them that I had died and gone to Hell, so I just told them that I blacked out. They said I was out for 3 hours, but it was more like a year in the underworld time. "Where's my baby?" I asked Sam, suddenly very alert. "She's outside in the parking lot. I prayed to Cas as soon as I took care of that ghost demon and realized that you weren't waking up." I nodded. Sam said he had something to go do, and walked out the door. I knew he was just leaving Cass and I here so we could talk things out, but I wasn't quite ready to resolve things. I was still pretty upset at him for swallowing Purgatory and trying to become God. How could someone be so stupid?
Cas was the one to break the silence. "Listen, I know you're mad that I did all of that. I'm in very deep regret for my actions. I fear that I've hurt you and Samuel, my only true friends. It was never my desire to upset you, Dean. I never wanted for all of this to happen. God disappeared, and someone had to keep things in order. An angel can't possibly be God, though, and he can't keep things in order like that. I was off my rocker. I also quite miss my Paper Kites C.D. Are we at an understanding?"
Hell changed me. I no longer had my anxiety, I felt stronger, and I no longer held too much of a grudge. I nodded.
Cass sighed in relief. "We must watch American Horror Story now, please. You just HAVE to see this episode, it's crazy." I was glad that he was back, but man he was a fan girl.
Just as he was turning the show on, I felt uncomfortable. It's hard to explain, but it was like someone was pulling at my insides, especially my mind. Like someone was trying to possess me. I sighed "No..not yet. Please" Cas looked up "I thought you wanted to watch it with me? I can get your a burger, I'm sure you're craving one" i shook my head "no, it's not that. I just meant...I'm tired" he nodded and looked at me quizzically for a minute. "Understandable. Being in a five thousand degree pit probably does wear out your sweat glands quite a bit. Here, lay down" he patted the bed next to him.
I laid down on the bed, looking up at him. He looked so...happy. He had his knees pulled close to his chest, wearing black jeans and a plain, dark red shirt. His fuzzy grey socks looked too big for his feet, like slippers. He sipped a mug of what looked like hot tea and smiled down at me. "Well? Are you ready for this electrifying happening?" I rolled my eyes and sat up. "I'll take that as an agreement to proceed!" He switched the show on the television and immediately became glued to it. "See...look...watch, she's going to take that whole bottle of pills...remember that?...and look...Tate just killed that plumber guy because he just saw Violet's dead body but you don't know it's hers yet because you haven't seen it...you'll see it in like 20 minutes..." He was all about the spoilers.
A point and time came near the ending of the episode where I got too tired to watch. Castiel noticed my droopy eyes and pulled a soft, wool blanket over the both of us. "You should get some rest." He said, his voice quiet. I was wondering were Sam was, maybe he went out for a drink or something? He sure was eager to leave me and the angel boy alone.
I leaned against Cass's shoulder and yawned. He put one of his arms around my shoulder and leaned his head against mine, placing his cheek on my hair. Snapping his fingers, the lights automatically went out. He kept the show on, though, and continued watching. "Goodnight, Dean" I heard him whisper just as I slipped into a dreamy unconsciousness.