Really Cliché Destiel Highschool

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Dean's POV

I wake up cold. 

Keeping my eyes closed, I listen for the sound of Cas' breathing. Nothing. I can hear the twitter of songbirds from the outside sunlight, and the air conditioning as it turns on noisily, but there is no trace of another person in the room.

Eyelids fluttering, I glance quickly around the room. No sign of Cas. I don't worry, he's probably eating breakfast. Heh, Cas is probably the kind of person to wake up early and go on a run. What a nerd. 

I sit up and stretch my arms, arching like a cat as my joints pop from disuse. Sighing and smacking my lips, I look around. Cas' clothes are missing from the floor, but his bag and toiletries are still here from the night before. 

I stand up and make my way from the room, only stopping at the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. I rub the droplets from my eyes with the heel of my palm, enjoying the sated sense of peace in the household.

The phone rings. I ignore it, knowing Mom will probably answer it. It stops its unpleasant trilling mid-ring, and I listen closely for the slight rumble of Mom's voice. She always gets up early and makes breakfast on Sundays. 

Making my way into the living room, I find Sammy stretched out on the couch as far as he can, feet hanging over the arm rest, watching the television. The kid's already watching morning news, instead of those lame animated cartoons he used to watch when he was younger. Sammy's really growing up fast. 

Dad is lounging in his usual recliner, coffee in one hand (black), and newspaper in the other hand. 

Cas is still nowhere to be found.

Brow furrowing, I amble into the kitchen, when I immediately know something is wrong. Mom is ashen faced, gripping the phone so hard I think it might break. Her lips are a thin line, turned down at the corners.

She makes eye contact with me, and her face flickers to pain, sadness, and horror, in a split-second.

Cas is still nowhere to be found. 

I duck my head into the doorway of the living room. "Hey, have you seen Cas?" Dad looks up from his paper, shaking his head thoughtfully. Sam doesn't spare me a glance, he just shrugs, enraptured by some news story about a trial in Wichita. I try to quell the panic that rises in my throat.

I duck back into the kitchen. Mom is off the phone, elbows resting on the counter, head in her hands. 

"Mom, what's wrong?" My stomach falls as she lets out a choked sob, shoulders shaking. 

"That was Michael." She whispers, "Castiel is-" Mom can't continue she's crying so hard now. I clench my teeth, heart rate quickening. 

"Mom, where's Cas?" Mom shakes her head. She takes a deep breath.

"He was found this morning, in Gorky Park. He's at the hospital."

I am floating.

No.

Not Cas.

I come crashing down. I gasp, gripping on to the counter for dear life. Dad places a comforting hand on Mary's shoulder. Sam is stricken, standing in the doorway. They heard everything. I pay them no mind. Not Cas. Please, not Cas.

"Is he okay?" It's Sam that asks, but he is too far away. I feel like I am underwater, everything is distorted and hard to grasp. Dad grabs his keys. Sam leads me to the Impala. 

Not Cas, please not Cas, please, not Cas, anyone but Cas-