Dean wasn't very social, he didn't know what to do. He had never heard Cas's voice before, and really wanted to.
"Cas?"
There was no answer.
"Cas?!" He spoke louder. His voice cracked.
He heard a bit of whimpering, and soft cries. Possibly even the sound of a body scratching a hard wood floor.
"De-dean?" Cas's usually husky voice was weak. "I," he cried and breathed heavily. "I need some...h-help."
"There's nothing I can do. I'm too far away. What have you done Cas?"
"K-knife...pills..."
Dean sighed and ran a hand through his short and sandy hair. "This isnt funny if you're trying to trick me."
"I-im.... Not trickin-"
Dean didn't know what do do. He had no idea where Cas lived. His only option was to call 911, give them Cas's number, and have them track him. So thats exactly what Dean did. Despite not knowing Cas, he didn't wanna lose someone he was even starting to care about.
~•~
He sat, with his heart in his stomach. His phone was pressed to his face, listening to what happened.
He was reconnected to a call, a call comming from inside an ambulance.
"C'mon god damnit, apply pressure to the wounds. Turn the oxygen up higher. We need to keep him alive."
Dean didn't speak. Just listened to the paramedics, absorbing what was going on.
It didnt matter that Cas didn't know Dean. Didn't know his personality, just a few facts and what his face looks like. He was still worried. Dean thought it would be his fault, if Cas died. Why why why did he suddenly trust someone?
Hell, he didn't even know Cas's last name!
"Faster! We're loosing him."
Dean wanted to speak, but the words would come. He moved his mouth, but there was no sound. Air was trapped in his chest.
His eyes burned with sadness, but no tears would come. He felt a panic attack comming and he squeezed the side of the wooden kitchen chair. He was home alone too. But the burden of Cas possibly dying on the other end was too much for him.
