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Disclaimer 2: The title is from the song, Chasing Cars and I am not making money by using it as the title of my fanfic.
Chapter eight
March 5th, 2010 (part two)
Castiel turned the doorknob hesitantly. When he walked into the bathroom, he gasped.
Naomi Milton lay on the floor; crimson liquid oozing out of her arms. A knife lay next to her and two big cuts sliced through each arm. It took a few seconds for Castiel to register what he was seeing and he quickly walked toward his mother.
"Mother, wake up." He tried to nudge her but she did not answer.
"Mother, wake up. Please, mother." He kept shaking her, hoping that he would be able to bring the life back into her.
"Mama, you have to wake up. You have to." His voice cracked at the end and he blinked away the tears that had managed to form. Now was not the time to cry. He needed to be a man; he needed to save his mother.
Naomi did not move at all. Castiel moved across the bathroom and turned the phone on.
"Do you miss me already, Cas?" Dean teased from the other side of the phone.
"Deanie, something's wrong." Castiel whispered.
Dean had not heard that nickname in a long time. He immediately realized that something was very wrong. His smile fell instantly. "What? What is it, Cas?
"There's just so much blood." Castiel tried to close his eyes.
"What?"
"There's so much blood." He repeated.
"What are you talking about? What happened?"
"My mom, she- " Castiel wasn't even sure what to call it.
"She what, Cas?" Dean asked impatiently.
"I think she's dying, Dean." Castiel said promptly.
"Christ, Cas." There was a pause of silence before Dean continued. "Are you home by yourself?"
"Yes." It sounded more like a question. Apparently he was now home by himself. He had made the mistake of thinking he was alone before though.
"Okay, you have to listen to me carefully." Dean waited for reply and only when Castiel realized that he was waiting for a response, he answered, "Okay."
"Okay, my dad's home today. He's going to call the police and they're going to arrive at your house. So if someone rings, it's probably them." Dean paused again and then said, "And uh, keep talking to your mom. It might help for her to hear your voice. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, Dean." Castiel said assuredly. He didn't think he could do it, though. But he didn't want to tell Dean. He didn't want to look like a failure in front of another person.
"Okay, Cas, I know I shouldn't tell you this, but you have to stay calm. The police will be there soon, okay."
"Okay." Castiel mumbled. He hung up and took his mother's hand. He told her different stories; he recounted the adventures that he had participated in. He told her everything, from his fights with Anna to the Friday lunch specials they served at his school.
Then he told her stories of angels and how they would come down and guard those who were sick or unhappy or even those who needed someone to just be there. He told her how he still believed in them, even after everything he'd been through. He wouldn't stop believing in them, he wouldn't.
"Don't worry, mama, angels are protecting you." Castiel said. Keep calm. He had to remind himself. He had to be brave and strong for his mother's sake.
The ambulance arrived shortly. The paramedics placed Naomi on a stretcher and Castiel held her hand the whole time. Castiel did not stop talking the whole way to the hospital.
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