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145. Fear
"C'mon, Cas!" Dean wheedled. "Have some!"
"But I don't want to, Dean," Cas argued, pushing Dean's hand away. "I don't like peach pie."
"Pleeeeease? Just one bite?"
"Fine," Cas sighed, taking the spoon from Dean and taking a bite of pie. Dean grinned when Cas reluctantly admitted that the pie 'wasn't bad' and he triumphantly returned to eating the rest of his peach pie. However, he stopped when the horrible sound of choking reached his ears a moment later.
"Cas!" he yelled. Cas was clutching at his reddening throat, spluttering and gagging as he tried to draw in breath. "Crap! What the hell's going on?"
Cas was drawing the attention of everyone in the diner, who stared at the ex-angel with hives appearing all over his skin.
"I'll call 911!" a nearby female cried, pulling her phone out.
"Is he allergic to something?" Their waitress had returned, looking distraught.
"Uh – peanuts!" Dean said. "But that pie didn't have any – I just gave him a bite –"
"Traces of nuts!" the waitress said. "I – I didn't think – did someone call 911?"
"They're on their way!" the woman said. Dean frantically grabbed a choking Cas, whose lips were starting to turn blue as his throat closed off and he tried to draw breath.
"He's dying! Someone do something!" Dean bellowed. He heard a faint rustling and then a man was standing at their booth, something clutched in his hands.
"Move!" the man said. Dean, tuned to obeying orders, immediately moved out of the way to give the man access to Cas. The man pulled something blue out of a small tube, put a hand on Cas' leg and jabbed the tube into Cas' thigh. He held it for a few seconds before removing it.
"What the hell was that?" Dean said in a harsher tone than he intended.
"I've got allergies too," the man said, wiping his sweaty brow. "He doesn't have an Epipen?"
"He never needed one before!" Dean slid back into the booth and held Cas close to him. His angel was still gasping for breath and swollen but the Epipen seemed to have slightly lessened these effects and Dean sagged in relief when he heard the sound of sirens growing louder. "It's okay, Cas. I got you."