Red Lights || Destiel stripper/brothel AU

Chapter Nineteen - A-Team

Dean (POV)

How could I be angry with him? Especially when he looked so ill and fragile. Not to mention I had missed him with every part of my body and needed him so much.

I couldn't cope.

First mom, who had found out she had cancer only a month ago which was a horrible experience for all of us but now Castiel as well? As soon as visiting hours were over I went home and cried myself to sleep, unable to move or talk to anyone. What was wrong with me? Why did it seem like everyone who I loved was dying a slow and painful death? What had I done to deserve this? Then I realised that I was making it about myself, what i should actually be thinking is what had Castiel and Mom done to deserve this?

The pain was unbearable and I knew that It was only a matter of time before both of them would be gone completely out of my life. The problem was, I didn't know which one hurt the most. My mother who i loved dearly, who was so kind and loving and had been the first to hold me when i was born? Or Castiel, the love of my life who i had treated so wrongly in the past and who, no matter what he had done, i couldn't help but fall in love with him every time he smiled or even looked at me with his big blue eyes. 

It was so damn unfair. 

The next day i called in sick for work and instead went to the hospital to visit both mom and Castiel who surprisingly were in the same room as each other, sitting on Castiel's bed and chatting away and playing cards with each other. I walk into the room and they both look up from their pack of cards and smile at me.

"I'm going to leave you two alone." Mom says, standing up from Castiel's bed and trailing slowly out of the room, but not before she kissed me on my cheek. I walk over to Castiel's bed and sit where mom was sat only moments before.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" I ask him and he just shrugs.

"Oh you know, dying and stuff but apart from that i'm cool." I roll my eyes at his calmness and shake my head at him. 

"Are you having a good day or a bad day?" I didn't really need to ask. I could tell he was having a bad day because he was wheezing whenever he tried to breathe in and he was shivering like crazy but sweat was pouring from his forehead. 

"Not too good. My whole body is aching like crazy and all i want to do is go to sleep but every time i try i end up puking my guts up." Castiel says sadly, kicking the bucket beside his bed. "The come and empty it every half an hour."

I look at him carefully and see that his face is so gaunt and his body so thin that he almost looked like a skeleton. Life had disappeared from his eyes and so had hope, it was like he had given up trying to get better. 

"I want to ask you something." I say and he raises and eyebrow and nods his head.

"Go ahead."

"When you're having a good day, i want to go on a date with you. A proper one. Would you go with me?" I ask, playing with my fingers while blushing slightly. When i look back up Cas was smiling brightly and nodding his head.

"Of course i will, Dean. That would be lovely." 

"Great, where do you wanna go?" I ask him and he sighs and shrugs and opens his mouth to speak. However before he can get any words out he starts wretching and grabs the bucket beside his bed and vomits inside of it. I close my eyes to block out the sight but i can still hear him wretching and coughing violently. 

After a few minutes, the sounds stop and i hear him groaning slightly as he puts the bucket down and grabs a towel beside his bed, wiping his mouth with it slowly. I open up my eyes again and look at him and he stares back at me apologetically.