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146. Relief

God, Dean hated waiting rooms. They were too quiet and sombre, with the most uncomfortable chairs and the crappiest chick magazines that not even chicks read! But even if the room had had anything that caught his attention, Dean wouldn't have been able to focus. All he could think about was Cas, who was in some hospital room with doctors doing stuff to him, and he couldn't even be by his angel's side!

The sound of footsteps caught his attention and Dean looked up to see a man with greying hair and a clipboard enter the room.

"Mr Jameson?" he said. It took Dean a moment to react, having briefly forgotten that that was his alias.

"How is he?" Dean demanded. The doctor gave him a small smile.

"Your husband suffered a severe anaphylactic reaction to traces of peanuts in the pie," he said. "We were able to reduce the swelling enough to allow him to breathe and we've been administering more adrenaline, which has worked to counter the reaction. If he hadn't been given that dose of adrenaline at the diner…well, he may not have made it."

Dean felt something horrible curl inside him at the realisation of how close he'd come to losing Cas. How ironic would it have been? Cas had beaten the most powerful forces that the universe had to offer, only to fall victim to a human condition.

"Can I see him?" he said. The doctor nodded.

"He's been asking for you. Follow me."

Dean easily kept up with the doctor's brisk pace and the doctor paused a few doors down the hall and turned the knob. Inside was Cas, who was in a hospital bed and hooked up to several machines. Cas looked around at the sound and his face broke into a weary smile at the sight of Dean.

"Dean," he croaked. Dean grinned in relief and strode over to the bed.

"Cas." He bent down and, careful of the wires, pulled Cas into a tight embrace, pressing a kiss to his angel's clammy forehead. "You alright, man?"

"I'll live," Cas said dryly. Dean nodded, his jaw working. This was all his fault! He'd forced Cas to eat that pie! This wouldn't have happened if he'd just let it go!

"Stop that," Cas said firmly. Dean blinked. "I know that you're blaming yourself, Dean, but it's not your fault. You didn't know that there were traces of nuts in that pie."

"Yeah…" Dean mumbled.

"I mean it, Dean. Stop blaming yourself or I won't sleep with you for a week after I leave this hospital."

"Doesn't bother me," Dean said, putting on an air of exaggerated cockiness. "I can do plenty of other things to you."

Cas raised his eyebrows.

"You misunderstand me, Dean. When I say that I won't sleep with you, not only does it mean that I won't have sex with you but I literally will not even sleep in the same bed as you."

Dean glowered, though he couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine. Whatever. It's not my fault. Happy?"

Cas smiled and leaned up slightly so that Dean could kiss him again.

"I wouldn't say that I am happy at the moment but I'm satisfied."