Words Amongst Many

- Twenty One - Death Wrapped Trap -

- Cas POV -

Dean is out of coma.

I'm holding his hand while he lays on the bed.

I didn't leave.

He said he loves me.

"Hey Dean?" I say. Sam went somewhere with Bobby a while ago.
"I love you." Dean says keeping his eyes closed.
"I love you too." I reply looking at Dean's injuries.

Whiplash.
Concussion.
Cuts.
Bruises.
Maybe a broken bone or two.

But he isn't dead. That's the most important part.

Meaning he isn't going to hell.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, Castiel." Dean says keeping his eyes shut. I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine back.
"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault." I say. Dean opens his eyes and the vibrant green shocks me when I see it even though I look at them every chance I get.
"And this isn't your fault." He says gently. Carefully. I lean over and kiss his forehead.
"I love you." He says. It's the fifth time he's said it in five minutes. I sit back down on the chair, smiling.
"I love you too." I reply. Dean closes his eyes again.
"Everything hurts again, doesn't it?" I ask knowing it's a stupid question.
"Surpisingly just a headache." Dean replies.
"Really?" I ask confused.
"No, everything hurts." Dean says in a deep raspy voice.
"Oh." I reply. I start drawing circles with my thumb, on Dean's palm. His breathing steadies and I know he is asleep. I smile and put my head on the bed. I drift off to sleep.

I wake up to the sound of the steady beeping of the heart monitor. There is IV hooked up to Dean's arm that weren't there before. He had two before now he has.
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Seven IV. Sam comes into the room slouching in a peculiar way.
"Sammy?" I say. He looks up.
"Hi Cas." He replies.
"You okay?" I ask sitting up.
"Yeah, just tired. Dean lost a lot of blood so the doctor was explaining that he needes more IV's hooked up so he can be discharged in a few days. It was a long and complicated talk with half of the words that didn't even fit in the sentence. Like "The IV's are cow and he needs to be monitored closely." Kind of sentence." Sam explains. I just stare at him and nod wiping the drool off my face. Sam giggles.
"Watch it." I say still holding Dean's hand. He lays still with an oxygen mask on his face.
"He got worse didn't he?" I ask looking at the expression of worry and pain on his face.
"No." Dean replies from under the mask. He opens one eye and looks at me. Sam huffs from the door.
"Jerk." He says staring at Dean dumbfounded. Dean sits up removing the mask.
"Bitch." He replies.
"I had to listen to that." Sam points out the door and slouches further.
"Sorry, bro." Dean says looking at me. He flips the blanket off and he is in a crimson red dress shirt and jeans. He sits on the edge of the bed patiently. Still holding my hand and not letting it go. The nurse walks in and I slip my hand out of Dean's. The nurse smiles and pulls the IV's out of Dean's arm. Sam glances up to the ceiling several times and when I glance up I see a devil's trap. I stare at it and Sam walks over to me.
"Just to make sure, Cas." Sam says. The nurse looks between the two of us suspisiously.
"Sure of what, Sam?" I ask playing it off. Sam catches on.
"Making sure that uh- Dean will be able to drive." Sam says.
"Well, I would say that he is a strong condition, so yes. He can drive." The nurse explains. Dean nods and as the nurse begins to walk away. Dean holds his breath and so do Sam and I. She stops just at the edge of it.
Dean glares.
"Repaint the ceiling, please." She says walking over to the counter. Dean lets out a sigh.
"Damn Winchesters always painting devil's traps on our ceilings." She mummbles as she walks out of the room. Dean smirks and grabs a can of white spray paint from the bedside table. He shakes it and Sam walks from beside me holding one too. Dean tosses me one aswell. I shake it up and we cover the devil's trap up. We toss the cans in the garbage can as we walk put of the room. First Sam, then Dean, then me. Sam leads the way put of the hospital and Dean and I follow silently. We walk out and Sam tosses Dean some keys. Dean catches them and stares as Sam walks up to a Mach 1 mustang. He opens the door and settles in the back seat. Oh yeah, Bobby came yesterday. I settle in the passanger seat and Dean gets in the driver's seat looking tense. He starts the car and pulls out of the hospital parking lot.

We are about half way to the hotel and Dean pulls over on the side of the road.
"Dean?" I ask. He opens the door and stumbles out onto the road leaning over his knees. I crawl over the seats and pull him by the waist to the side of the road.
"Dean?" I ask again.
"Dizzy. It's okay. We can keep going." Dean says.
"Why are you dizzy?" I ask him.
"Not my car." Dean says.
"Want me to drive?" I ask. Dean just nods in reply and turns around in my arms to hug me. I feel his muscle tighten and relax over and over again.
"Okay." I say guiding him to the passanger side. He gets in and I walk around the long hood to the drivers side.

I drive silently as Dean and Sam sleep. Dean wakes up as we approach the hospital and pushes himself against the seat looking incredibly uncomfortable.
"What? My driving that bad?" I ask.
"Hunter, Cas. Hunt. Look closer." Dean says stuttering and stumbling over his words. Cas looks around them as they pull into the hotel parking lot.
The black mass surrounding them in a large dome is scary in so many ways. Sam sits up and tenses immediately.
It takes us all a minute to realize what they are but when we do we all have the same reaction.

We are all surrounded in a death wrapped trap.

Of

"Demons." We say in unison.