Angel in red (destiel AU)

getting comfortable

Cas POV

I made somewhat of a campsite beside his bed pretty soon, I had my own lamp, many hard back leather books and thick blanket despite it being summer.

It became a regular thing to talk to Dean and have him sitting here motionlessly, it was romantic in the most lonely, sad way. Sometimes I thought I saw him smile but then again I hadn't slept in a while and was most likely my imagination.

Today however was a special day, today was the 2nd of march... 5 years today since we'd first met.
I had a lot to talk about.

"Morning, you look good" I rock myself back and forth, "even a little pink today" crap!
Maybe he was too warm, I got up to adjust the covers.
"Today's the 2nd of the 2nd... You remember what today is? Of course you do what am I thinking" I find myself smiling.

"Listen... So what you were a dick to me? it's the first time I can ever say it happened... You're my best friend and if you can't be more that's okay too. You let me know when you've decided...alright?"

Silence.

"You know that you're on a timer though... Dean... You don't have long before they take you off of the machines.. So promise it'll be soon"

Silence

"One more thing before I tell you the big news...
If I was an experiment, just to see if you liked it... That's alright, I don't blame you for that.
But you were the one for me, I'm certain of that"

Silence

"Big news... We were wrong about Ariel... She's straight... Well she's pregnant so if that's not proof I dunno what is. Lucifer said it was a cover up and that it's a genetically modified female² foetus..."
The enthusiasm drops from my face...

"You'd have laughed at that"
I whisper...
"You bastard why'd you leave me... I miss you so goddamn much and you have to come back soon or I'll never get to see you again.
I miss the colour of your eyes...your stupid grin and even your secrets"

I bury my face into the blanket on my lap...
"I wanted you to see me... Healthy"

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Ariel POV

Things were never simple for Cas, and now Dean was gone, it was like a train wreck waiting to happen... He wasn't waking up or he would and he'd leave Cas for good.
It never was easy for him being the middle child, from a young age he came to believe he belonged in that hospital... I agree but not in his way... The kid is a born doctor, no doubt about it. Yes, he was psychotic... Yes, he always seemed to be caked in someone's blood, but it wasn't because he was a murderer... It's because he was a God sent... An angel. An angel in red.

I was upset as Cas was mostly... By the time Dean woke up Cas will have forgotten everything he said to him, sat next to his bed for hours at a time.
I started recording his voice when I could... And keeping the tapes, Cas didn't know, but it was important.

It'd been weeks and me and Gabe decided bringing the other to the hospital to see them both, would be nice.

"Well if it isn't my favourite comatosed asshole"
Balth snickered turning the corner into the ward.

"I remember this smell from when I was born" Lucifer grins sarcastically.

"I was born on a bus" Ralph laughed clearly half understanding.

"We were all born in the hospital" I roll my eyes.

We all pace over to the bed.

"Because I'm Satan will my wife be a jackal?"

"No Lucifer, please don't play with the bandages... You're not a pirate." I discipline loudly.

Cas continued to look at Dean, not even glancing away once... Even when Anna slipped over on the floor or Gabe poked himself in the eye with his lolly and yelled something along the lines of petrol bombs.

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Dean POV

His eye's were on me as they usually were but he wasn't speaking now... I wanted him to speak again, I loved it when he spoke.
I realised my mistake after it'd been only a week... He never left my side and not one of my school 'friends' appeared once.
I was starting to believe I was wrong before... I was stupid.

He would wait until the end... And may still be disappointed.

Cas POV

I started a countdown on the whiteboard beside his bed...
At the top in my large, curvy handwriting I wrote;
"Days until you're gone - 31"
And then everyday I read a book or described a picture of us, a memory, a dream... Anything that might be strong enough to wake him up.

I kissed him once on the cheek and then whispered
"You let me know when you've decided"

I rolled over and went to sleep.

Dean POV

Tonight we played a game... Noughts and crosses I think... Usually I won but I think that's slight favouritism from the opponent.
Oh well at least he was happy when he felt not so alone, I wished I could let him know I was trying...

I have 31 days to wake up...
I don't want to go yet.