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19. Recovery
Someone was humming. Castiel could hear someone humming and it was like a lifeline, guiding him up out of the fogginess of his own mind. He had to follow the humming. For some reason, it was crucial that he find its source. Only then would he be truly safe!
Castiel cracked his eyes open. He was lying on his and Dean's bed in the dimly lit room with a pounding head and a burning throat and lead-like limbs. Tilting his head slightly and wincing at the pain, Castiel made out Dean lying next to him with his eyes closed and his arms tucked behind his head. Dean was the source of the humming and Castiel vaguely recognised it as some Metallica song, the name of which was eluding him at the moment.
"Dean…" he rasped through his cracked throat. The humming immediately stopped and Dean shot up and propped himself on his arm, looking down at Castiel with sweet relief.
"Cas!" Dean threw an arm around Castiel, careful not to jostle his injuries, and pulled him in close. Castiel smiled and buried his face in Dean's shirt, breathing in his scent like his life depended on it. Faced with his own mortality, he had come perilously close to dying and he knew that that would have simply broken Dean. The thought both saddened him and filled him with a warm feeling.
"You saved me, Dean," Castiel forced out despite his sore throat. "I knew you would."
"Course I did, Cas," Dean said. "I'll always come for you. You always came when I called, didn't you?"
Castiel nodded weakly. He felt Dean's grip loosen slightly as he shifted back onto his back and, ignoring his pain, Castiel lifted his head slightly and dropped it onto Dean's chest. Right now, recovering from his ordeal, all Castiel wanted was the beat of Dean's heart to lull him to sleep.