Last Time: "I am by a sign that reads, Lawrence, Kansas next exit. Is that helpful?" He asked. I can already see Castiel's stupidly cute head tilt. Wait cute? No I didn't think that. He thought to himself.
"Yes Cas that is extremely helpful, stay there. I'll be there right now, I promise." He said, already grabbing his keys.
"Woah, wait. What about Sam?" Kevin said, stopping him before he closed the door.
"Watch him and the two people, I'll be back in less than an hour." He said, slamming the door behind him.
Kevin sighed and turned to Emma who had gone to sitting on the unoccupied couch with James. "So what are you doing here?" He asked.
"We came to see Crowley." She said.
Kevin tensed, "Where's Crowley?! Why isn't he dead yet?" He practically screamed.
"He's in the trunk of the Impala," James answered. "Why are you so worked up about it?"
"Crowley killed my mom, now why isn't he dead?" He said, outraged.
"Crowley has info, and he doesn't need to suffer now more than he already has." Emma said with a stern face.
Kevin exploded, "That bastard killed my mom and my girlfriend! I want him to suffer because I know I ha-" He was cut off.
Emma had stood up and slapped him. She grabbed him by the shoulders before he could fall. "Kevin, let it go. This is the life of a hunter, you lose people. This is how it's always been and this is how it's always going to be. That's why you stick with hunters. You're part of this world now, and I'm sorry to say that's not going to change." She sat down. "You've got a good thing going with the Winchesters, they'll keep you safe. Besides you're not the only one that's lost someone important because of Crowley." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Kevin's eyes were watering and he flopped down onto an armchair, ribbing his face. "Who'd you lose?" He asked, his voice cracking.
Emma didn't answer. James sighed, "We lost our parents, they were hunters and they got on Crowley's bad side. It didn't end well." He said, looking down.
"Why would you not want him to suffer, then?" Kevin asked.
Emma sighed, "Kevin, if you let rage like that consume you, you'll lose yourself. We let go and forgave him. He has done so many terrible things, even a horrible person like him, doesn't deserve to suffer that much." She paused. "Now, you look terrible, you need to get some sleep." Maybe take a shower first." she suggested, looking at his haggard expression.
"I'm fine." He said.
"No you're not, you look... well you look dead." She said bluntly. "Now, you are going to go clean yourself up, and then you're going to bed."
Kevin sighed and got up, "Fine." He walked off to his room, leaving Emma and James on the couch with Sam unconscious.
Emma sighed, "We forgave Crowley, the angels are falling, and we are in a strange place with an unconscious Winchester, what are we going to do?" She asked, turning to James.
"Well, we stay here until Dean gets back and then we'll figure it out then. Now sleep, you look exhausted and I don't need you passing out on me." He teased. She was about to make a smart remark but she yawned before she could get anything out. He smirked, "Get some sleep." She pouted but leaned her head against his arm and closed her eyes. Soon she was asleep and James found himself drifting off as well. He struggled to stay awake but soon sleep overcame him.
Dean was driving like a maniac, trying to find the stupid sign in the dark. His headlights hit a sign, Lawrence, Kansas next exit. He slammed down on the brakes, thankful he had his seatbelt on and practically jumped out of the car. "Cas!" He screamed, and then shivered as he realized how cold it was. I hope Cas is okay. He thought.
"D-dean?" He heard a weak voice call out.
"Cas, where are you?!" Dean called out.
"I'm b-by the s-sign," Cas called out. Dean ran over and saw Cas curled in a ball by the sign. His lips were blue and he looked exhausted, but yet he still managed to smile at Dean.
Dean smiled back, "Come on, Cas." He said, helping him up. He put Cas's arm over his shoulder and helped him back to the Impala. He put him in the passenger seat and ran to get in the car. He turned up the heater and drove very fast down the road. Cas was shivering and he looked terrible. "Cas, don't fall asleep, alright? Stay with me, we're almost there."
"D-dean, so c-cold." He whimpered.
"I know Cas," Dean said, not knowing what else to say. Cas tried to wiggle towards Dean, but he was still to weak, so he fell midway and his head landed on Deans thigh. Dean hissed at the coldness, and froze when he saw Cas's head on his thigh. A weird feeling fluttered in his stomach. Cas curled up next to Dean and with the added warmth from Dean, he soon relaxed. "Cas," He didn't answer. "Castiel," He said, a little louder. He groaned, "Cas, you can't go to sleep."
"Why?" He whined, turning to look up at Dean.
"Because we don't know what's wrong with you. You could have a concussion and sleeping with a concussion is bad, so... talk or something." Dean said.
"Ok, Dean." He paused, and Dean thought he had fallen asleep again. But then he spoke, "Dean you are very warm. I am not cold anymore." He said, snuggling deeper into Dean. "I'm very tired Dean." He stated, yawning.
"I know, Cas. But like I said you can't go to sleep. You might be sick, so stay awake." Dean said, sternly.
"Ok Dean, I will stay awake." Cas said, sitting up. He leaned his head against Dean's shoulder and yawned. Dean tensed but reminded himself that Cas might be sick and he's exhausted, so he let it slide. "Are we almost there, Dean?" He asked.
"Yah, Cas. Just a few more minutes, alright?" Dean said.
"Ok, Dean." He yawned again.
"Cas, how do you feel? Do you hurt anywhere?" Dean asked, trying not to sound too worried.
"I feel tired, sad, exhausted, thirsty, hungry, and so many other things. Emotions are weird, Dean." He said, pouting.
The bunker came into view and Dean stepped on the gas. He parked and hurriedly brung Cas into the house. He slammed the door behind him and called out for Emma.
Emma woke up from slumber as she heard a shout. She got up and made her way towards the shout. She saw Dean, and another man who looked terribly sick. Her medical training kicked in, "Oh, my gosh. What happened?" She said, walking over and holding her hands out, ready to catch the man if he fell.
"Dean," Cas said, sounding absolutely exhausted, "I'm sorry." He whispered, then he passed out.
Dean caught him, "Cas?" He croaked out. "Cas!?"He screamed.