With every blast of his fathers fist, Dean only saw blue. With every glass bottle smashed across his head, he only saw blue. When the police busted into his door to take his father away, he only saw blue.
When Cas heard what had happened, he showed up to the hospital as quickly as possible. When he saw Dean passed out in his bed, beaten, bruised, and bloody, he couldn't help but shed a tear for his best friend. He couldn't help but blame himself for this.
Cas had seen Dean's bruises before but never asked about them. He figured it was Dean's business and he shouldn't pry, but every inch of him regrets it. Though Dean was always happy, he died a little everyday, and it was Cas who was supposed to save him.
As Dean was asleep, he dreamt of the blue of Cas' eyes. How they reminded him of the sun's reflection off of the ocean on one of those steamy July days he and Sammy would always go on vacation when their mother was still around. How they reminded him of a starry night sky above his head, like when they used to go on family camping trips. Cas' eyes always reminded him of his favorite things in his life. Cas' eyes were his favorite memories.
Cas stayed by his side every day Dean was in the hospital. He made sure Sam was alright, because he knew that's what Dean would want most. He tried to do everything Dean would want him to. He needed to try to make it up to him, though he knew nothing could fix the way he had failed him.
Blue.
Blue.
Blue.
As the sound on the heart monitor went blank, Dean saw blue.
Green.
Green.
Green.
As the sound on the heart monitor went blank, Cas saw green.
(A/N: sorry for the angst, I had to get it out there.)
