Dean's eyes widened in horror, he tried to sit up but immediately fell back in a spasm of pain.

Dean, you've been in a coma for a week

"No no no, that's not possible! I just saw you yesterday! And.. and you were telling me to go get Cas, and it was some kinda weird intervention. It was just yesterday Sam!"

"Dean, calm down okay?" Sam's eyes were soft, and they had truth in them. "Dean, after you jumped in front of that car, which was fucking stupid by the way; I told you to get him back not kill yourself! Anyways, after you jumped in front of that car, Cas immediately took you into the hospital. You were really messed up. Cas was able to fix you up to the best of his abilities, but you just wouldn't wake up." Sam's voice was choked, like he was trying not to cry. "We.. we thought you might never wake up." Sam put his head down and Dean felt a stab of guilt.

"Sammy.. I'm so sorry. I didn't.. I don't know what I was thinking." He felt really ashamed, and he wanted to express how sorry he was that he could put Sam through that worry. He laid his head down and looked at the table beside him. There were flowers and balloons, a picture of Sam and Dean as children... and a crystal angel. A tear went down Dean's cheek.

"Wait, what about money?! How are we gonna pay the bills? Where are we gonna live?" Dean was panicking again. He may have fucked up worse than he even thought was possible.

"Relax, Dean. I've been living in Cas's basement with Gabe for the past week, and Cas said that... if you ever woke up.. you were welcome to stay in his spare bedroom."

Wait, Cas would actually let him stay? So there was hope after all, maybe!

Now that that was settled, Dean relaxed a bit. Actually a lot, holy Hell. "Dude, what kinda drugs am I on?" Dean's head was getting a bit fuzzy.

"Umm.. a lot. And strong ones. You're pretty messed up. Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean grinned and looked out the door. A gorgeous man in a doctor's coat walked by, staring at a clip board. The man glanced in instinctively and kept walking, only to backpedal moments later, eyes wide in shock.

"D-Dean! You're awake!"

"Hi Cassy baby." Dean smiled like a goofball, his glazed eyes focusing on Cas's face. He looked tired like Sam, as if he hadn't slept in a week. His face was shaven, but poorly, as if he had only done it because job demanded it.

"I'm just gonna... go get some food from the cafeteria." Sam mumbled, hurrying out of the room and closing the door quietly behind him.

"Cas, it's so nice to see you-"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Cas screamed, face red with rage. Dean stared dumbfounded as Cas marched up to him. His brain was too drugged to take in the sudden mood change.

"You jumped in front of a MOVING CAR! You were DEAD for three minutes!"

"Yeah but I came back to life."

"You almost didn't!"

"I knew you could save me." Dean smiled warmly and winked at Cas, who was spluttering and huffing in front of him.

"You're a fucking idiot Dean Winchester."

"An idiot in loooooove." Dean cooed playfully, making Cas growl in irritation.

"You're hopeless."

"Hopelessly in looooooove."

"Will you STOP THAT?!" Cas yelled, staring daggers at Dean, who only smiled brighter.

Cas puffed out angrily and he hugged Dean suddenly, whispering in his ear "I was so afraid I was going to lose you."

Dean smiled softly. "You will never lose me Cas. Never ever. I'm stuck on you, Cassy."

Cas chuckled slightly. "I'm still super pissed at you though."

"So what's the damage, Doctor Novak?"

Cas sighed, clearly pained. Just looking at Dean made his heart crumble. "Well, you broke a couple ribs again, dislocated your right shoulder, broke your left hand, knocked out one of your back teeth, gave yourself a major concussion, broke your left leg, punctured a lung, and bruised yourself in many areas."

"Whoo, I'm a pretty big wreck right now, huh?" Dean snickered. He should seriously be bothered by all of this, but he couldn't get himself to care.

"You are more than that. Also, I must admit it's rather entertaining to see you acting so goofy." Cas raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly.

"I guess I deserve all this, don't I?" Dean sighed, looking down at his body, covered in wrap and bruises.

Cas sighed again, sitting down beside Dean, grabbing his right hand gently. "Dean.. you don't deserve this. And I'm sorry I yelled at you. I know.. I know why you did what you did. I just can't have you do that to me again. You ripped me apart." His eyes teared up, and Dean just wanted to hold him close.

"Cas, I swear to you that it will never happen again. I only want to be with you, forever and ever. Cas, I want to marry you and live a happy long life with you and be really goofy and wake up to your grumpy ass every morning. I just... I made the biggest mistake of my life, and I will spend the rest of it trying to prove how much you mean to me."

Cas's face was blank for a little while, and they just sat there. "Is that your way of proposing? Because it is very impromptu." Dean's eyes widened in shock until he saw that Cas was giggling.

"You are such a little ass. Now c'mere and kiss me 'til I'm better." Cas leaned in and pressed his lips to Dean's softly, his tongue gently tracing Dean's mouth, before pulling away.

"You realize that I am at work, correct? And I must check on an elderly man in the other room."

Dean whined. "Noooooo Cassyyyyyy!" Cas chuckled and kissed Dean on the forehead.

"I promise, I'll spend the night here tonight. I have been for the past week anyways."

The thought of Cas sitting by his comatose body, pleading for him to wake up, made Dean's heart break.

"I'm so sorry." Dean whispered. Cas smiled and squeezed Dean's hand one last time before gracefully leaving, appearing in much higher spirits than before. Dean could hear him cheerily greeting the other patient in the next room.

"All right, Mr. Sheppard what seems to be the problem today?" then his voice was gone as the door closed behind him. Dean smiled brightly before settling down for a nap.

He was visited by several people that day, apparently Sam had called everyone. Bobby stopped by first with his boyfriend Crowley, the word "idjit" being used quite a few times.

Then Ellen and Jo came in, teasing about how all the ladies were missing him at the bar. It was nice, having them around.

Heck, even a few of the mechanics dropped by. Sam stayed all day. Apparently he had taken a week off his studies, much to Dean's disapproval. "Oh shut up, I've got straight A's. I can easily catch back up." Sam had argued. "Besides, it's your own stupid fault."

Dean couldn't really argue that, and he was sure that he wouldn't hear the end of this for as long as he lived.

Sam left in the evening to go spend the night with Gabriel (gross) and Cas came in soon after.

It was so lovely having Cas with him again. He had missed Cas's honeysuckle scent and the way he snorted when he laughed too hard. Dean told him all about everything Cas had missed, which wasn't much, considering Dean had spent most of it in his room. Cas was really surprised to hear about Bobby though, and they had giggled about it for a while like children with a secret. They stayed up for quite a while, until Cas began to doze off. He rested his head on Dean's chest gently. It hurt Dean a little bit, but it was worth it. He stroked Cas's hair, analyzing his face. He truly was beautiful, and Dean was never going to let him go again. Cas's worry lines disappeared when he was sleeping, and he really looked like an angel. Dean supposed that was the one thing his parents got right.

-

A little while later (too long, in Dean's opinion), he was able to go home. Well, to his new home. Sam had already moved everything from their apartment, and it was officially no longer theirs. This saddened Dean, but he perked up a lot when he saw his old chair in Cas's living room. He was in a wheelchair for a while, and it was extremely frustrating. Occasionally, he could get away with limping to the kitchen, but only if Cas or Sam wasn't home. If they were, they would fuss over him until he sat back down. He was really starting to like Gabriel. Gabriel wasn't all fussy over him, he just let him do whatever, occasionally jokingly mimicking Cas's worried voice. That was pretty damn funny, he had to admit.

He was sleeping in the guest bedroom, which was frustrating. It was mostly because Cas didn't want to hurt him in the middle of the night, but Dean also suspected he was still a little afraid to let Dean back in. He needed to do something about that.

A couple weeks passed and Dean was getting antsy. He was home with Gabriel, and he had things he wanted to do! Gabriel was in the kitchen eating ice cream. Seriously, how did he have muscles? All he ever did was sit around eating junk food.

Suddenly an idea hit him. An idea that would absolutely HAVE to capture Cas's heart. He's been sitting here for weeks, how did he not think about it until now?! First things first, some things had to go.

Dean grabbed some scissors and started hacking at his leg cast. He already had his arm one off, he had taken it off a few days ago, ignoring Ca's adorable bitching. It took more than an hour, and quite a bit of Gabriel's mock-worry voice teasing him, but he finally got it off. It made it so much easier to limp around to get things.

Now to enact his plan.