His vision blurred as blood ran to the floor. His breath keept hitching. He struggled to keep his eyss open. It took all of Cas's stength to turn on google voice to text.
Cas ☁: see you then
Dean W: what?
Cas ☁: can't keep my eyes open
Dean W: whatd you do dude.
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Dean W: yo? Cas?
R
Dean W: arw you alright?
Cas☁: sorry.
Dean W: ik you dont give a fack. But call me cuz i care. 3011234675
He squinted, trying. He didn't want to give up. If Cas hadn't unblocked him, he would have let go by now. His skin was loosing color and his hands were shaky. It wore him out to read Dean's message, and he could barely breathe after he typed in the phone number. Why just why did he say goodbye? Why did he call the number? It was pointless.
Dean answered the phone. It was a different number, but he had to assume it was Cas's.
He was skeptical. Cas could be an ax murderer trying to get to him, or he could be really in danger. Dean didn't know if it was a joke or not. So he took the chances. He couldn't handle the thought of having a death on his hands, so he answered it.
There was a long pause. Heavy breathing came over the other line, and then a loud crash.
