Schizo||Destiel||#Wattys2017||

Year 19: We Have To Stop Meeting Like This

Many thoughts plagued Castiel on his ride home, most were of Dean and how much he loved him, but some were vivid visions of what Castiel saw himself as. He didn't know what he was seeing, or how he was seeing something so vivid with Scarlett in the back seat, whining, and the long road ahead of him. He shouldn't be driving, and he can tell he shouldn't. The thing was, Castiel couldn't stop. He gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His skin flushed and he let out a sigh. It was getting dark outside, because Cas didn't leave the office until late. Rain covered the roads in a soft blanket, only disrupted by another droplet falling, or something going through it. Surely, Dean is worried about his beloved Castiel, by now. It is after 7:30. Cas would worry, too, until he'd get home and see those apple green eyes standing there with a welcoming glint and a deep, charming voice there to say, "How was work?" Surely, Castiel wasn't that late, but when he was snapped out of his daze, he was on a dirt road at 10:24, with no idea how to get home. Scarlett was curled up in the back seat, asleep, and Cas decided to take his phone (not more than a flip bc this is early 2000s) and call Dean. Ring, ring, ri- "Cas?"

"Dean, hey." Castiel's voice shook as he tried to maneuver the car through the thin, bumpy road. "Hey, babe, I should be home in a few minutes. I got kind of distracted and took a wrong turn. I promise I'm okay."

"Are you sure? I could come meet you," Dean whispered, sounding groggy and tired. "Cas—"

"Dean, I'm—" Castiel tried to avoid a pot hole. "Damn it. Dean, I'm fine."

"Cas, I can get you." Dean sounded more awake as the sound of the rain became increasingly loud and a clap of thunder shook the ground. It made Castiel jump. "Cas, pull over, baby. It's dangerous out there."

Cas was yelling to get his voice to be heard over the voice of the rain. It was awful, and Cas was considering the option of just chilling in his car until the storm passed, but this was Kansas. A house was safer, and he wanted his Dean. "Dean, stay inside I'll be home soon eno—" A coyote, of course, ran in front in of Castiel. Castiel swerved to avoid it, but he ended up hitting it, and he was unable to get his car back on course. He screamed, and he screamed loud. He flew off road, into a tree. The Car's front was pushed in, pinning Cas, and he was just about to flip. "Dean.."

"Cas, Cassie, what happened?" Dean's voice was frantic as Castiel fumbled for the phone. The car lurched, and from it's sideways position, flipped into the ditch. Castiel screamed, his pinned leg getting freed, but his arm stuck between the car and the ground. "Cas! Cas, talk to me," Dean cried, the horror apparent in his voice.

"D... Dean, I just... I wrecked the car. Let me call someone," Castiel whispered, holding his breath as he tried to pull his arm from its position. "Agh," he whimpered. "Dean, c-call me back in... In a few minutes, okay."

"Okay."

Castiel shut his eyes as he dialed those famous numbers, those three numbers that should save thousands of lives. Castiel could feel the tiny stings coming back to him, instead of one big feeling of pain washing over him. He looked down, seeing a gigantic shard of glass sticking out of his abdomen, and he cursed. "Shit."

"What is your emergency?" The operator said calmly into the phone.

"I... I wrecked my car. I... I don't know where I am. I'm bleeding and it's raining and I'm pinned and I'm really really scared and there's a dog in the backseat and my husband is gonna cal back any minute now so I have to go I don't know where I am I'm somewhere near Lawrence, Kansas and there's a barn and an empty field next to me and a Gas-N-Sip that's priced $2.45 in front of me and there's woods on the other side and... Please, help."

You know how when you're about to die your life flashes before your eyes? Yeah?

Complete. Utter. Bullshit.