Castiel rushed over to the hospital as fast as he could. Luckily for him, the hospital was not very close because he didn't have a car. As he ran, all kinds of thoughts were going through his head. What or who had caused Dean's accident? Sam hadn't said anything. Is he in life danger? Is he even awake? Sam had only told him Dean was in the hospital.
He arrived and needed a moment to catch his breath before he walked in. "Dean Winchester," he said to the woman behind the desk. "Are you family?" she asked. Should he say yes? "It's okay, he's family," a voice said, and Sam walked towards them. The woman nodded and he walked to Sam. "How is it?" he asked but Sam said nothing and started walking.
"He was driving home from Bobby when he got in a car crash," Sam suddenly said. "There was this other driver who didn't see him and drove right into the side of the Impala. They called the first name under 'family' in his phone book, which was Bobby. They told him Dean was brought to the hospital and Bobby had said the Impala could be fixed in his garage. He told me, and I just ran straight to the hospital."
After a short walk, Sam stopped at a door of what Castiel assumed was Dean's room. "He is unconscious, but no life danger or anything," he explained. Castiel nodded and opened the door. Dean lay in the bed, looking almost as white as the sheets. Castiel didn't know what to do. He took one of the chairs next to Dean's bed and just sat there as Sam took the other one. "You can talk to him. The doctor said maybe he can hear us," Sam said. Castiel nodded again.
"Hey Dean," his voice was croaked, as it always was after running. He cleared his throat. "I don't know what to say, but I hope you wake up soon." He didn't know anything else to say, so he just sat on the chair and watched Dean. This was the only time he had ever laid still. Even when Dean did nothing, he always wiggled his foot or fumbled with his fingers.
After 10 minutes, a nurse came in, telling them Dean had to rest. He is resting already, he isn't even fucking awake, Castiel wanted to say, but he held it back. He nodded and whispered a goodbye to Dean before going out of the room. He offered to walk Sam to Bobby's and Sam gladly accepted. During the walk home, they didn't talk much. Castiel felt sorry for Sam, Dean had been his everything besides Bobby.
When they arrived at Bobby's, Castiel denied the offer to stay too, and headed back home. He looked at his homework, still laying on his desk, and walked right past it. He went to bed, but he couldn't sleep, thinking about what happened. And that's when the tears came. He cried for what felt like hours before finally falling to sleep.
The next morning, he had to go to school, as always. He got up, and the minute he stood up, he felt a massive headache. Great, he thought. He went downstairs to get coffee, and saw his mother already sitting at the table. "What happened to you?" she sounded worried. "Have you been crying? Your eyes are all red and puffy." He nodded and felt the tears coming again.
"Dean… He got in a car crash last night, he's in the hospital and he hasn't woken up yet," he managed to say before breaking into tears again. His mother walked over to him, and gave a hug. As she soothed him, she told him she would call school. "I can't let you go to school like this, just get some more sleep. I know you are worried, but you need it." He nodded, and thanked her. As he went back to bed, he could only hope Dean would be okay.
The next day, he went to the hospital the moment he got out of school. When he arrived, he saw Sam sitting there already. "Any news?" he asked, and Sam just shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sam. I know Dean means a lot more to you than only your brother." Sam looked up, and Castiel saw the sadness and pain in his eyes. "You are too, Cas. Besides Dean, you and Bobby are the best family I have ever got." Sam said, and Castiel felt his heart warm at those words. "Thank you, Sam; I am very honored by your words."
The door of Dean's room opened, and Bobby walked out. "Hey there boy, you okay?" he asked. Castiel just shrugged. "It'll be alright, he's not in life danger, and he'll wake up soon. Don't worry about it." Castiel nodded and went inside. Dean was still the same, and after a few minutes he couldn't handle the sight of it and walked outside.
As Bobby drove them to the garage, they discussed a few things. As long as Dean was in the hospital, Bobby would bring Sam to school in the morning and Castiel would pick him up after school. Luckily, it wasn't a long walk. Sam would stay at Bobby's permanently. Castiel worked on a few cars, and when he was about to go home, Bobby told him once more Dean would be okay. Castiel just nodded, but he didn't really believe it.
The next days were all the same for Castiel. He got up, went to school, sat through all his classes, picked up Sam after school, and together they walked to Bobby. There, he would work until it was time for dinner. Some days, he went home, and other days, he stayed at Bobby's for dinner so they could visit Dean after. The weekend was the same, except there was no school.
Castiel had also met John again, he had been standing behind Dean's bed when the door opened and John came in. They exchanged a look, and Castiel went out quickly after saying bye to Dean. He still didn't like John and he knew very well John didn't like him either. Castiel hadn't seen John after that, which he was happy for.
It was Tuesday when Castiel got a call. His classes just had ended and he was about to get Sam when his phone ringed.
Calling: Bobby Singer
"Hello?" Castiel said, hoping Bobby called with good news. "Come to the hospital right now, but don't hurry. We don't want more accidents, right boy?" Bobby said. "Dean woke up." And that was all Castiel needed to hear. He left his books in his locker, and ran all the way to the hospital.
Dean woke up! Were all his thoughts while running
He rushed inside, and looked at the woman behind the desk, who nodded at him.
Dean woke up!
He knew he shouldn't run inside of a hospital, but today, he didn't care.
Dean woke up!
He made a sharp turn and almost bumped into a woman with all kinds of medicines on a cart.
Dean woke up!
As he tried to stop at the right door, he slipped a bit and needed to walk a few steps back. He held his hand on the door.
Dean woke up!
He opened the door, and there he was. Dean sat on the bed with some pillows stuffed behind his back. He wasn't as white as he used to be anymore and talked to Sam and Bobby. When he heard the door open, he looked up. Castiel smiled. "Hey, Dean." he said. Dean looked at him.
"Who are you?"