Sam's point of view
"Let the doctors do their job. Cas is in good hands," Sam said, grabbing his arm. Once again, they sat in a waiting room, unsure if their friend would survive. It had been only two years since Bobby had passed. Sam was certain Dean had never truly processed their foster fathers death. Now the brothers sat next to each other in silence, hoping for news that Cas was alive and recovering.
Dean's point of view
Dean's head was a mess. His thoughts raced. What if Cas doesn't make it? What if he dies like Bobby? No. He can't die. Not him. A hand on his shoulder jolted him from his spiraling thoughts. "You alright?" Sam asked, concern in his voice. "Yeah," Dean muttered quietly after a few seconds. It had been a long day, and both of them were clearly exhausted. "You're worried about Cas," the younger one noted. Dean didn't answer, just looked at his little brother. He had expected a smirk or some teasing, but Sam's expression was dead serious. "Is it that obvious?" "Yeah. I called your name four times and got no reaktion." "Oh," Dean replied distantly, staring blankly into the air. Sam watched him for a moment in concern and sighed.
Outside, the sky had darkened and rain had started to fall. "Fitting weather, huh? I got us some coffee," Sam said, handing Dean a steaming cup. He accepted it with a small nod. "Thanks." A heavy silence fell again. "It started raining when Bobby died too," the hunter said suddenly. The statement left the younger momentarily speechless. Before he could respond, a tall blonde nurse entered the room. "Family of Castiel Winchester?" she called out to the waiting area filled with anxious people.
"How is he?" "Mr. Winchester is stable for now. He was admitted with a dangerously high fever, but we managed to lower it to a safer level. You can see him now, if you'd like." She explaind calmly. Sam and Dean were on their feet immediately. "Follow me." She led them up to the second floor. "This is his room. I'll be at the front desk if you need anything," she said kindly. After a brief exchange of glances, she disappeared back down the hallway.
Sam's point of view
Sam could feel the despair and fear radiating from Dean. It hung heavy in the air. He took his brother's hand and opened the door. For a moment, he wondered why Dean hadn't pulled away. Then he looked into the room. There, lying still in the hospital bed, hooked up to countless machines, was Castiel. He looked so pale, he might as well have been dead.
Dean's point of view
Dean wished, more than anything, that his heavenly friend would scold them with some monotone lecture about rules or some other nonsense. But there was only silence. No sound from Cas. Just the soft beeping of the monitors. Wordlessly, He let go of Sam's hand and stepped inside. He dragged an uncomfortable-looking chair over to the bed and sat down. The hunter only subconsciously noticed that Sam also sat down next to him. Dean's eyes never left Castiel. He couldn't die. That wasn't an option. Cas had become more than just a powerful ally in their fight against the supernatural. He was family.
A full day passed with little improvement. Sam and Dean stayed by his side the entire time, taking turns grabbing coffee or snacks from the vending machine. At some point, Sam had fallen asleep on his chair. In the middle of the night, a nurse brought two blankets. Dean carefully draped one over his brother's shoulders. The other he set aside. Time dragged on. Dean couldn't sleep. He spent most of it staring into the quiet of the room.
Then movement.
He looked at Sam instinctively, but his brother was still sound asleep. Dean's gaze snapped back to the bed. Relief washed over him. "Hey Cas. You really scared the crap out of us." The angel blinked back at him, confused.
