A/N: I do not own anything! nope.

Okay, so. Just to let you know, I already have the ending to this story planned out. And yes, sadly enough it will be ending. It won't be for another few chapters or so. There are some things that still need worked out, but this story won't be all too long either. Sorry.

Anywho, in this chapter, there are two songs involved. Both are sung by Kate Voegle. Enjoy The Ride and Enough For Always. I thought they were fitting and decided to use them. If you haven't heard them, please go and listen to them BEFORE reading the story as it will help to understand. And besides, they're good songs.

Sorry for the delay in update. I've been quite busy lately. I have a lot of stories being written at the moment, so I'm doing my best to keep up with all of them. I hope you enjoy the update!

Chapter 8

Sunday was spent with Cas at Dean and Sam' apartment and Sam at Cas and Gabe's apartment. Neither couple had contact with the outside world as they spent some quality time with their boyfriends. In Sam and Gabe's case, they spent their time preparing Sam for an exam and watching old movies. Dean and Cas talked most of the day and fell asleep in each other's arms while watching a movie that had come on the tv.

All four of the men had loved their weekend and were not ready to go back to the real world on Monday morning, but they pulled themselves out of bed and got ready for their day.

Dean left the apartment before Cas did as Cas had class a little later and Dean had to open up the shop. He was the first one there, before Bobby, and got things ready for the day.

It was a good half hour before his workers started making their way through the door and before Bobby finally showed up with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. Dean frowned at the sight, jealous of the coffee.

"What's your problem this mornin', boy?"

"I forgot to grab a cup to go this morning as I was heading out."

Just as Bobby was about to make a response, the door to their shared office opened and Cas walked in with a cup of coffee.

Dean's eyes flew to the steaming cup in his boyfriend's hand and he tried to contain his excitement.

"Cas, what are you doing here?" Cas smiled at him as he walked across the room and set the cup in front of Dean.

"You left without your cup of coffee, so I figured I'd bring it to you since I have some time before class."

Bobby's eyebrows shot up his forehead at the implication. Dean smiled, not paying any attention to the older man as he stood and walked around the desk. He wrapped his arms around Cas's waist, pulling him against him loosely. He placed a small peck on his lips before looking him in the eye.

"Thanks, babe. Just what I needed."

A smile grew on Cas's face and he leaned in to give Dean a better kiss. They broke away after a moment and Dean dropped his arms.

"I will let you get back to work. I will see you tonight."

Dean nodded and watched Cas leave the office before turning and grabbing his coffee. He took a sip and almost groaned. It was just the way he liked it.

He happened to look over and see Bobby staring at him.

"What?"

"So…you and Cas."

"Yep."

"About damn time."

Dean rolled his eyes as once again someone used that line to refer to the two of them. The conversation ended and both men buried themselves in their work and what needed to be done before customers started rolling in.

It wasn't long after Cas had left when Jo came bouncing into the office and plopped down in the chair in front of Dean's desk.

"Dean. It's Monday."

"Good observation, Jo. I'm glad you were able to figure that out."

She snorted, "Dean. You said details on Monday. It's Monday. Now, details."

He finally looked up at her from what he was working on and sighed. "Fine. What do you wanna know?"

She sat up in her seat, clearly excited. "Everything, of course!"

Bobby set down his pen so he could listen. Dean took another sip of his coffee before he started. "Well, Ellen sent me home early Friday night. Gabe had taken Sammy home since he was drunk and asked me to take Cas home before it was obvious there was no way he could drive either. So, Cas suggested that we go up to his apartment and have a couple of beers. I accepted like the gentleman I am."

That remark earned him a snort, but with a glare thrown her way, she shut up and let him continue.

"So, we had a couple of beers. Well, more like one. I flipped through some of his art pieces, which are really good, by the way. We sat down on the couch and started talking about his past, then about my past. One thing lead to another and he kissed me. That's as far as it went because by that time it was bout three in the morning and we were both ready to pass out, so that's what we did. We went to bed. I got up early the next morning and made breakfast. We ate, cleaned up, and then we talked some more. That's when we made it official. Happy now?"

Jo was practically beside herself with happiness. She hadn't been expecting him to give up as much as he had, but definitely wasn't complaining.

"That's so adorable, Dean! It only took forever for you to man up, but good. It's obvious you make each other happy. That much is clear by the way you two act around each other."

Bobby snorted. "And the way they make out."

Dean rolled his eyes as he took another sip of coffee. He let Bobby explain that Cas had brought him a cup of coffee and waved it off as nothing as Jo got all excited again.

"It's just a cup of coffee, Jo. He knew I forgot to grab one and dropped it off. No big deal."

"Okay, you go ahead and live in your fantasy world where that's not the most adorable boyfriend thing ever. Me, on the other hand, I am going to be excited for you. One of us needs to be."

Dean shook his head slightly and looked down at his desk. He realized that all of his paperwork was done so he stood and walked towards the door, coffee in hand.

"You do that, Jo, but while you're sitting on your ass, I'm going to go get some work done."

He went out into the shop and started cleaning down some tools that really looked like they needed it. He spent the next hour and a half cleaning various tools and work stations before he was satisfied with his work.

Just as he was about to sit down and make some much needed phone calls, a wave of customers came in and he was needed in the shop.

All four of the mechanics were up to their elbows in grease, literally. It stayed that way until it was time for them to take a break for lunch and people started clearing out, heading to lunch themselves.

Dean sent Adam and Dr. Badass off to lunch with the promise that they would bring something back for Charlie. Bobby left with the same promise of bringing something back for him and Jo since they would be the three people to stay and watch the shop while everyone else left.

Right as Dean was about to walk into his office, he heard the front door chime which meant another customer had come in. He walked into the office to see a guy in what seemed to be his mid-twenties. "What can I do for you, sir?"

The guy looked up at Dean, slightly taken back by Dean's broad shoulders and bad boy look. It didn't faze him in the slightest as he was used to it.

"Yeah, um…my car's acting up and I have absolutely no clue when it comes to cars…I was hoping Jo could take a look at it."

Dean's brow furrowed at the request. Sure, they had their regulars who asked specifically for himself or Jo to look at their cars, but never someone they'd never seen before.

"I'll just holler for her, see if she's busy."

The guy nodded as Dean sent a look in Charlie's direction and left the main lobby. He walked into the garage and looked around for Jo, spotting her underneath an old car they fixed on the side when they got bored.

"Hey, Jo! Some guy's here requesting you look at his car. I'll tell him you're busy if you want."

She rolled out from underneath of the car and furrowed her brow. "Some guy? Who?"

"I don't know. Some guy. I'd say mid-twenties. Like a frat boy or something."

She rolled her eyes. She hated the frat boys. They were all the same in her book. All they wanted was to get in her pants and then brag to their friends about the chick they nailed. She found it very disgusting.

"Whatever. Tell him to bring it around and I'll take a look."

Dean went back into the office and told him to bring his car around to the garage and pull it in. When the guy had left, he looked over at Charlie. "Was it just me or did he seem weird?"

She nodded. "Definitely from the weird pool. Although, I'd say it comes with the territory because it looked like he was in a frat."

He nodded, deciding that he'd keep an eye on him.

SPN

"That's it! Okay, pop the hood and then go wait in the main lobby until I'm done. It's more comfortable in there. And clean. I'll let you know when it's done. Lobby's right through that door."

She pointed to the door that had a sign hung above it reading: Main Lobby. He smirked at her as he popped the hood and shut his door.

"Nah, I think I'd rather stay out here. Keep you company and make sure nothing gets broken."

"Um, dude. Something's probably already broken if you're bringing your car into the mechanic. But whatever. There's a stool over there."

She gestured to a stool on the other side of the garage, trying to make him get the hint to back off, as she lifted the hood and took a look inside.

However, he didn't seem to catch on and remained quite close to Jo, invading her personal bubble as she liked to call it.

She checked a few things under the hood, but everything seemed to be in perfect running order. "What was it you said your car was doing?"

"I didn't say anything."

She stopped what she was doing, suddenly not sure what to make of the situation. "Your car is acting up, right? I mean…what is it doing for you to bring it in here?"

"It's magnetic."

She straightened and turned to face him. "What?"

"You know, it's a real ladies magnet. They can't seem to stay away from her as soon as they get close."

He had been coming closer to her at every word and was now standing directly in front of her.

"Look, sir, if your car has nothing wrong with it, I'm going to have to ask you to please leave."

She turned around and shut the hood. She walked a couple of steps away before suddenly he was right in front of her again. "Aw, come on now, sugar, don't be that way. I came all this way to see you."

She internally groaned, not liking where this was going one bit. She took another step away, but was only able to get a step before he was in front of her again and this time he pushed her up against the driver's door, pinning her to the car. Right as she was about to yell for Dean, who was in the office, he placed a hand over her mouth, knowing exactly what she'd planned on doing.

"Oh no, sweetheart. There will be none of that." She started to struggle against him, but he wasn't having that either. He backhanded her with his free hand, causing the ring on one of his fingers to scrape her cheek, leaving a line of blood to swell at the surface and slide down her cheek.

She continued to fight against him, no matter how strong he was or what he did. Suddenly, he pulled something out of his pocket with his free hand and switched it with the hand that was covering her mouth.

"There, there, Jo. I won't hurt you. It's gonna be alright, you'll see."

Jo's vision started to blur and go fuzzy at the corners. Her mind was screaming at her body to move, get help, make some kind of loud noise and get Dean's attention, but her body wouldn't respond any longer. She was getting weaker and weaker…

SPN

Dean sat down behind his desk to get a start on some paperwork and phone calls that needed to be done while the shop was basically empty.

He submerged himself into his paperwork, looking up every couple of minutes and checking the surveillance camera footage to make sure everything in the shop was going okay. The last time he checked, Jo was bent over the engine, fiddling with a hose.

The guy was starting to seem harmless so he told himself to relax. Jo was a tough girl and could take care of herself. She's been in plenty of bar fights before and come out on top, so she would be fine.

Dean poured all of his concentration into their budget for the month and adding numbers. Suddenly he got this feeling that something was wrong. He looked up from his desk and looked around his office, trying to figure out why he was having that feeling all of a sudden.

He leaned back in his chair and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He sent a quick text to Cas and Sam, asking what was up, trying to nonchalantly see if anything was going on with them.

They both responded normally, talking about their days, so he figured everything was okay with both of them. Then he remembered the frat boy out in the garage. He looked up at the surveillance camera and almost tipped his chair over as he watched the guy press a rag against Jo's mouth as she fought against him, eyes frantically looking at the office door and the direction of the camera, trying to get his attention.

"Shit!" He grabbed his phone and called the cops.

"Hello, this is the 911 operator. What seems to be the emergency?"

"My name's Dean Winchester and there's a guy at my shop, Singer & Son Mechanics. You need to send cops right away because he's trying to hurt or kill or kidnap one of my employees!" He hung up the phone before she could respond and ran out of the office.

He burst through the door, causing both of them to look over at him. Jo's eyes were sluggish and her body was starting to give out on her. He saw a flash of relief flash through her eyes before they closed. The guy was alarmed at the intrusion, but quickly picked her up and moved to put her into his car.

He didn't make it very far, however, when Dean tackled him to the ground.

"Like hell you are going anywhere with her!"

The guy rolled over so that he was on top of Dean and started throwing punches. He was able to block a couple, but some landed. He could already feel blood running from his nose as he had heard it snap and his lip swelling.

He shifted his weight and rolled them over, getting the advantage. He landed quite a few blows himself before he heard Charlie running into the garage, yelling that she was going to call the cops.

He threw a couple more punches after she left before the guy who had attacked Jo slipped into unconsciousness. He rolled off of him and ran over to Jo's side, pulling her into his lap.

He heard the sirens getting closer as he held her and tried to wake her up.

"Come on, Jo, don't do this to me. You have to wake up, okay? Jo! Come on!"

Dean had checked her pulse and had found it was weak. He started to rock them gently back and forth subconsciously as he was unsure what to do.

It was his fault and he knew it. He'd told himself that she would be fine. She was a strong, capable woman who could take care of herself and she didn't need him staring at a camera monitor making sure she was okay.

And because he hadn't been paying attention, because he had underestimated the guy, she was unconscious and possibly dying in his arms. Jo was his best friend and he'd let her down.

"Jo, come on…please, Jo, I'm beggin' you here."

He heard Charlie come back into the room cautiously. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her freeze and take in the sight in front of her: the frat guy bloody and unconscious on the floor and Dean, also bloody, holding an unconscious Jo, pleading with her to wake up.

"I know I don't say it enough, Jo, but you're my best friend and I love you, so you have to wake up. You have to kick my ass for not looking out for you. I let you down, and you have to kick my ass for it, you hear me? Come on, Jo…"

Suddenly, Dean and Jo were surrounded by cops and EMTs. They had finally arrived and were trying to figure out what had happened. Dean couldn't take his eyes off of Jo, trying to make sure she got the help she needed and that she was okay. Charlie took charge of the legal matter and directed the cops into the office where she showed them the surveillance footage, showing them everything they needed to know from the time the frat boy pulled his car into the garage until they showed up.

Dean stayed by Jo's side as they loaded her onto the gurney and rolled her towards the ambulance. He refused to leave her side. Right as they were about to get into the ambulance, he spotted Bobby, Ash, Adam, and Cas running over to them.

Before they could say anything, he directed his attention to Bobby. "Bobby, I'm going with Jo. I need you to call Ellen for me. Can you handle everything here?"

He nodded, taking in the sight of both Dean and Jo. Cas stepped towards Dean and placed his hand on Dean's arm. "Dean, are you okay?"

His brow furrowed. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be? It's Jo you have to worry about."

"Dean…you're bleeding. A lot."

He'd completely forgotten about his own injuries as he'd been too focused on Jo. "Oh. Right. I'm fine. I'm going with Jo to the hospital."

Cas nodded, "I'll be right behind you."

He was about to object that it wasn't necessary, but Cas was already moving away towards his car and out of earshot. He locked eyes with Bobby and nodded before he climbed into the back of the ambulance.

The whole way there one of the EMT's tried to help him, but he kept insisting that they concentrate on Jo. He didn't want to divert any attention away from Jo as she was the one who really needed it.

Once they got to the hospital and wheeled Jo into a private room to be taken care of, he finally let them take a look at his own injuries. As they were leading him towards his own private room, he turned towards the receptionist. "There's a man on his way here. His name is Castiel Novak. He's with me, so please send him back."

The woman nodded, understanding that he would need someone back there with him and granted his request.

The nurse lead Dean through the emergency room doors and into a room where she sat him on one of the beds. She inspected his nose and frowned.

"Well, it looks like your nose is definitely broken. We're going to have to set it. I'll go get a doctor and we'll get it set for you in no time."

He nodded, already knowing the procedure. He'd had his nose broken before when he and Sam had been wrestling as kids. That's why his nose was the slightest bit crooked, it'd never healed properly.

There was still a fair amount of blood still draining from his nose, making him a little lightheaded. He squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward just the slightest, resting on his palms.

He didn't hear the door open or the footsteps. He didn't realize anyone had come into the room until the bed shifted and an arm wrapped itself around his waist.

He looked up into the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen and was thankful for the interruption from his thoughts.

"Cas…" he breathed.

He didn't wait for a response as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder and tried to relax into the feel of his boyfriend.

"Dean, what happened?"

He shook his head slightly but stopped when a wave of nausea sliced through his body. "I sent Bobby, Ash, and Adam off to lunch. They were gonna bring us back something to eat. Some…frat boy came in saying he was having car trouble and requested Jo take a look. He pulled his car into the garage and I went into the office to catch up on some work. For a while, I was keeping an eye on them on the camera but I underestimated the guy. I didn't think he'd cause any trouble. I let Jo down and it might have just gotten her killed. I let her down, Cas. He attacked her and by the time I looked up at the camera and saw it, it was too late. I called 911 and rushed out there but she was already passing out. He tried to get her into the car, but I tackled him to the ground. He got in a few lucky shots before I could shift my weight and gain the advantage. I knocked him out and then went to check on Jo. Her pulse was getting weaker and weaker. If she dies, Cas…"

He let the thought die as he couldn't bring himself to think of what would happen if she didn't make it through this.

"She's not going to die, Dean. You saved her from that man and you got her help. She's going to be okay."

He shook his head again. He couldn't believe it until he knew that she would be okay, until the doctors told him she'd be okay, until he saw for his own eyes.

They sat there for a moment in silence before Dean thought of something. "Hey, Cas. Why were you at the shop?"

"I do not know, Dean. I had this intense feeling that you were experiencing pain and anxiety and knew that I needed to get to you. I am glad I did."

Dean lifted his head and looked deep into Cas's eyes. "So, what you're saying is that when I realized that Jo was in trouble and started to react and then when I was fighting that guy…you could feel that?"

Cas nodded, "Yes, I do not know how, but I could. I was on the phone with Gabriel while I was experiencing it, so I am sure I may have worried him. I called him back while I was on my way here and told him what had happened. He said he and Sam would be here shortly."

Dean nodded absently, trying to figure out what was going on between himself and Cas. Before he could get anywhere with the thought, the door opened and the doctor walked in followed by the nurse from before.

Cas stood and took a step away to give the doctor some space as he ran his fingers along the sides of Dean's nose.

"My name's Dr. Rodriguez. I've been informed of the situation and what happened. As soon as I set your nose and give you a pain medication prescription, I'll let you get out of here and off to see your friend. She'll be moved to a private room in the next half an hour and a nurse will be able to fill you in on all of the details. Are you ready?"

Before Dean could say anything, the doctor popped his nose back into place. He closed his eyes against the pain, steadying himself.

"Okay, Mr. Winchester, it's back in its proper place. Here's a prescription for some pain medication that I suggest you use. Also, I do not recommend driving while using it, so be sure to have someone drive you wherever you need to go while you're using the medication. If there is anything else I can do for you, please contact me at this number. Have a nice day."

He handed Dean a business card and left the room, the nurse trailing behind him. Dean watched him leave. "Well, that was rude."

"Indeed."

Dean looked over at Cas, but before he could say anything, Cas was by his side and helping him to stand. He wasn't going to admit that he was in any pain, but he leaned some of weight against Cas as they left the room in search of a nurse.

SPN

One hour later, they were gathered in Jo's room. Dean was by her bed, keeping an eye on her. Ellen had stepped out to get some coffee and talk to a doctor. Gabe and Sam had left as Gabe had to take a shift at the Roadhouse and Sam went to grab some things for Dean, knowing he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

The doctors had told them that she had been chloroformed. It'd been a high dosage, but she was going to be okay. They'd almost lost her on the way to the hospital, but they had stabilized her condition since and she would be just fine.

Cas stayed by Dean's side the entire time. He knew how much Dean needed him and wasn't about to leave his boyfriend alone.

Pretty shortly after they'd settled into Jo's room, all of the day's events hit Cas pretty hard. His eyelids were starting to droop, but he forced them to stay open.

Dean looked over and smiled softly at the sight of Cas fighting to stay awake. "Babe, why don't you go home and get some sleep. I'll be fine here for a while. Ellen will be back soon."

He shook his head. "No, I'm not leaving you, Dean."

Dean chuckled, admiring the man's stubbornness. "Fine, at least go lay down on the couch over there and get some shut eye. That way you won't be leaving me, I can wake you if anything happens, and you can get some much needed sleep."

Cas seemed to think it over for a while before finally relenting and moving to the couch where he plopped down and quickly shut his eyes.

Dean watched his angel sleep for a few minutes, listening to his soft snores before he heard the door open and he turned to see who had walked in. Sam was standing in the doorway holding a bag full of stuff and Dean's guitar case.

"Thought I'd bring some stuff by for you since I know you won't be leaving for a while. Some fresh clothes since you're still wearing some caked with blood, your toothbrush, stuff like that." He set down the bag near Dean and smiled softly at his brother, taking in the sight of his bloody clothes, swollen lip, black eye, and bandaged, bruised, and swollen nose.

"Thanks, Sammy. I appreciate it."

"No problem, Dean. Anything I can do to help, you just let me know. I have to get going, but when she wakes up you better call me."

"I will. I'll activate the phone tree, Samsquatch."

Sam rolled his eyes as he made his way to the door. "Jerk."

"Bitch."

Both men chuckled softly as Sam left Dean in silence. He stood up, grabbed his bag, and walked into the bathroom. He pulled out a fresh set of clothes and began peeling off his blood crusted ones. He dropped them to the floor, scrubbed off the remaining patches of blood with soap and water and changed into fresh, dry, soft clothes. He scrubbed the parts of his face that didn't hurt, brushed his teeth, careful of his swollen lip, and ran his hands through his hair a couple of times.

He looked at his reflection. He took in the cuts and bruises. Before he could think too deeply on the matter, he shoved away from the sink and left the bathroom, leaving his blood encrusted clothes in a pile in a corner of the bathroom.

He sat down in his chair in between the bed and the couch and looked around the room. He spotted his guitar case sitting by the bed.

He opened the case and pulled out his guitar. His mom had given it to him when he was a kid and taught him how to play. He ran his fingers down the base of the guitar as he remembered all those summers ago when he and his mom would sit at the kitchen table and write song after song together.

She would sing the melody as he would back her up and play softly. She'd taught him how to sing and then taught him how to escape into the world of his music when life just got too hard to bare at the moment.

He started to strum a few chords from a song he hadn't heard in years. It was a song his mother wrote one day, the first song she'd written and sung to him. He remembered it perfectly: every note, every chord, every verse. As he had learned to play, they would sing it together. When life got too hard, she would sing it to him whether he wanted to hear it or not. If she couldn't sing it, she would hum it or even just write down some of the lyrics and slip them to him somehow.

He was careful to play softly as Jo wasn't awake yet and Cas had drifted into sleep.

The melody came easy for him and soon he began to sing softly while he played.

Tell me where'd the day go
I'm lying wide awake wondering
How it escaped, the sun gone away

Lately there's a part of me
Thinking soon enough
I'll be ten more years old
The next thing I know

Well, I'm not about to let that happen
Call me drastic and old fashioned

I think it's time that we take
A drive down the scenic route
Baby, sitting round here, talking 'bout it
Well, it doesn't count

Can we slow down
And just take our time?
Close our eyes
And just enjoy the ride

I remember last year I told myself
I'd take every picture and chance
Like each day was my last

Well, it's easy saying things like that
But life has got a way
Of distracting your dreams
And handing you worries

I'm not about to let that happen
Call me drastic and old fashioned

I think it's time that we set our sights
On the here and now
Baby, sitting round here, talking 'bout it
Well, it doesn't count

Can we slow down
And just take our time?
Close our eyes
And just enjoy the ride
Just enjoy the ride

Well, I think it's time that we take
A drive down the scenic route
Baby, sitting round here, talking 'bout it
Well, it doesn't count

Can we slow down
And just take our time?
We slow down
And just take our time
We just enjoy the ride

Just enjoy the ride
We just enjoy the ride
Just enjoy the ride
We just enjoy the ride

He hit the last chord and let it play before the room was engulfed by silence once more. He looked down at his guitar, memories of his mom running through his mind.

He missed her a lot. He decided he needed to take a trip back home real soon and go see her. Maybe they could even sing a few songs together like old times.

"That was beautiful, Dean."

His head whipped up and he turned to see Cas looking at him admiringly.

"Cas! I didn't mean to wake you up."

Cas smiled softly as he sat up and leaned towards Dean, placing his hand on Dean's arm. "You didn't wake me up. I woke up before you started playing. I didn't know you could play. Or sing."

A whisper of a smile appeared on Dean's face before it was gone. He looked down at his guitar again. "Yeah, my mom taught me when I was a kid. We'd sit in the kitchen for hours just writing songs and singing them together. She taught me how to play and how to sing. She also taught me how to play the piano, but I'm a bit rusty on that one. She tried to teach Sammy, but…he was always more focused on books and school than music."

Cas nodded, already knowing that Sam had always been a bookworm. "What about that song? What was it?"

The smile appeared back on Dean's face and stayed there. He looked up from the guitar and stared distantly across the room, not really seeing anything.

"That was the first song my mom wrote. I was six when she wrote it. Things were hard around the house back then. My dad was drinking pretty heavily and they were always fighting. It was before she started going away on business trips and before the beatings. She would sit at the table every night and work on it until she was satisfied with it. She'd always wait until everyone had gone to bed before she'd get out her guitar. One night she caught me listening. I'd fallen asleep around the corner from the kitchen as she had played it. She woke me up and took me to bed. The next night, after Sammy went to sleep, she brought me out into the kitchen, sat me down on one of the chairs, and sang it to me. When she was done, I asked her to teach me how to play and she did. That's what we did for weeks after that. Whenever both of us were home and after my homework was done, we would sit down at the table and she would teach me how to play. A couple of years later, we started writing songs together. First, she would write them and I would play them, but then I started writing too. That's how I made it through a lot of shit in my life. Besides meeting a certain scruffy-haired boy in my dreams, that is."

He looked up at Cas and winked at him. Cas blushed, but stayed silent.

"When life got too hard to handle, I would lock myself in my room, pull out my guitar, and just play. I'd get so lost in my music that hours would go by without even realizing it. Whenever my mom knew something bad had happened or knew I was upset about something, she would sing that song to me. Sometimes I would even find some of the lyrics on sticky notes around my room when I woke up. It's been kind of like a secret motto between my mom and I. Just enjoy the ride that life takes you on."

Cas leaned closer to Dean and pressed his lips to Dean's. When he pulled back, he looked deep into Dean's eyes. "Can you play another one for me?"

Dean blushed but his smile widened. "What do you wanna hear, angel?"

"Anything. You choose. Something you wrote."

Dean wracked his brain for a minute before coming up with the perfect song to sing. He looked down at his guitar and positioned his fingers just right before he began to play.

He looked up at Cas as the melody started to flow around them. He stared deep into the bright, ocean blue eyes that were winning over his heart as he poured his heart and soul into the song.

You dry my eyes with your long sleeve
Your sweatshirt's way too big on me, but it's perfect

Mm, mm.

You hate my taste in DVDs
When I let you drive the red GT I get nervous

Yeeah yeah.

But layin' in your arms is like the first snow
Delicate yet takes my breath away, oh

Say you're forever
Say that your heart's gonna stay
Ye-ea-ea-ah.

You're stubborn and I'm worse you know
But your smile is like that country road in Virginia

Mm, mm.

And you know you never let me win
In Nintendo and that's bullshit in my opinion,

mm yeah

But you can spin my bad days into pure gold
With just a touch of your hand on my waist

Hey..

Say you're forever
Say that your heart's gonna stay
Yea-ea-ea-ah

'Cause you, you're who I love
And ooh, this is enough for always

You asked to dance and I got shy
You said honey there's no time for excuses

Mm, mm.

Barefoot on Hermosa Beach
Oh we just let that ocean breeze be the music, yea-eah

'Cause you're the only thing worth coming home to
It's how I wanna end all of my days

Say you're forever
Say that your heart's gonna stay

Yea-ea-ea-eah

You, you're who I love
And ooh, this is enough for always

You're the reason
This singing heart is beating
Love, it's easy now.
Summer evenings
Oh keep me like a secret
I won't let you down.

You, you're who I love
And ooh, this is enough for always

He played the last few chords, never breaking eye contact. As the last note played through the air, the two men started to slowly lean towards each other until their lips were touching.

It was a light kiss, but it had meaning. In the kiss, Cas told Dean exactly how he felt about the song and Dean told Cas that he understood and felt the same way.

Once they broke away from each other and returned to staring into each other's eyes, they both had smiles spread across their faces.

Before either one could say anything, they heard a soft cough coming from behind Dean and they both turned.

Jo had her eyes open and was looking at them expectantly.

"So, I almost die and you two are singing to each other and making out at my death bed? Huh, I thought there would be more tears."

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes, placing his guitar back into its case and turning his full attention back on Jo.

"I'll have you know, Josephina, that you missed all the dramatic stuff that you would just eat up. Oh, and if you ever do that to me again, I will personally kill you. With my bare hands."

Jo rolled her eyes before settling deeper into her pillows.

"Well, that's what you get for not watching the damn cameras."

She saw a flash of something flash threw Dean's eyes before it was gone as fast as it had appeared. She immediately regretted saying it because she knew that Dean must be beating himself up for not paying attention.

Then she noticed his appearance she sat up straighter. "Wait a minute, the last time I saw you, you didn't look like you'd been through a bar brawl."

Dean chuckled darkly. "Yeah, well, that's what happens when some frat boy tries to drug and kidnap my best friend under my watch and on my property."

He pulled out his phone and stood up. "I'm going to give Sam a call and let him know you're awake. I promised him I would. And I'll go find Ellen. I think she went down to the cafeteria for some coffee."

He left the room before anyone could say anything, leaving the room in silence as Cas and Jo watched him leave. Jo turned to Cas worried.

"How bad is he?"

He turned his attention to her and sighed. "When he got there, he beat the guy until he was unconscious. He got a broken nose, a swollen lip, and a black eye, but most of the damage is inward. He blames himself for not paying more attention. He said he let you down by underestimating the guy."

Jo nodding, already knowing that he blamed himself. That was Dean.

"Well, he needs to knock it off because there was no way it was his fault. If he hadn't gotten there when he did, I'd probably be in the guy's trunk or something. You need to help him, Cas. He's not going to listen to me, I can guarantee you that. He won't listen to me, but he'll listen to you. Just…talk to him."

Cas nodded and stood, making his way out of the room and to go find Dean.

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