He was bloody and beaten and seconds from death. 'You're not dying. Not on my watch.' I thought to myself.
"It's okay, Dean. I can fix you." I put my hand on his head and healed him. I made him perfect once more.
"Cas?" He said.
"I'm here, Dean. It's okay. You're alright."
"But... He was biting me and then Sam shot me... Sam?" He looked around and saw Sam awestruck at what had just happened.
"Sam are you okay? Why the hell did you shoot me?" He yelled.
Tears fell from Sam's eyes. "I'm sorry Dean! I didn't mean to! He was killing you so I shot! I shot and shot and shot! I couldn't see. Every thing was red. I'm so sorry!" He cried out. Dean flipped over and pulled Sam close to him, hugging.
"Sam I'm pissed right now, but it's okay. We got lucky this time." He pulled away and then grabbed me pulling him in for a hug. "Thank you Cas."
Dean stood up patting his body and finding no wounds. "And I'm not dead? And this is not Heaven?" He asked.
"No, Dean. You are alive." I said standing up after him.
"Well, we've got nothing else we have to do here. Let's go home. Leave the police to figure this one out."
Sam followed far behind to the Impala wiping away tears.
"Thank you Cas." Dean said.
"Really, it's okay Dean. I had to do it. You were dying. It was no problem either."
Dean bumped into me slightly and our hands brushed past each other twitching at the feeling.
We found the Impala and climbed in, all of our stuff already packed for home.
"I'm going to sleep in the back." Sam said laying across the backseat. He did not look comfortable.
"No problem Sammy, but don't be surprised if you wake up with bullet holes in your chest." Dean joked.
"Kay." He mumbled back.
We drove out of town in silence.
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FanfictionDean had been taking care of Sam for years. Even after he quit high school, he still stayed so that Sam could finish it. He got a job at a repair shop and no longer relied on his Uncle Bobby or his dad. He supported him and Sam on his own. One day...
