Three days later.
It was 2am, Dean almost pissed himself, his ringtone scared him half to death.
'Girls love girls and boysss.'
To be honest, the only reason he liked the song was because the bass line f**ked him up.
Dallon Weekes was a secret guilty pleasure of his.
"Hello?"
Dean didn't even read the number before he sleepily picked up. He rubbed his eyes and groaned as he sat up. Cas hadn't slept at all in the last few days. Stress, guilt, and nervousness was eating him alive.
"Dean?"
He noticed a change in Dean's voice. Stronger, yet still weak.
"How are you Cas? They wouldn't tell me anything. I kept calling but no one had told me anything. I haven't slept! I've been worried sick about you. I don't even know your last name, but i was wrong to push you away like that. Can we be friends?"
"Dean, I've been in a coma the past three days. Of course i want to be your friend. I don't have anyone else. Gabe won't even come home from college long enough to make sure that I'm okay. Im scared and alone. I don't even know you, besides that your name is Dean. And you're cute. But i feel safe with you."
He blushed a deep shade of red. Cas's voice kept re-playing in his head, 'and you're cute.'
"Thank you Cas. You aren't too bad yourself," he chuckled. "Please feel better. Don't ever do something like that again. And I want an explanation."
"I'm about to loose reception. You're breaking up. I'll text ya later."
