Old Friend, Older Friend.

Chapter 1

"Loud, loud, loud!" Cas yelled. Dean sat bolt upright in bed. Shit.

"Cas, remember out emergency plan?" Dean asked. Cas nodded, but he immediately looked frantic.

"Grab your three things and let's so, come on." Dean said. Cas stood from his bed humming and panting already, and Dean grabbed his shoulders. Cas tried to shake him off but Dean held on.

"Cas, life or death. Right now. Grab your three things." Dean said sternly. Like a soldier following orders, Cas went to the closet. He grabbed his skirt, then ran to his bed and grabbed his heart-beat-bear.

"Ok, come on, third thing." Dean said, leading him out of the bedroom. Cas went to the hallway closet and grabbed his earmuffs, and then stopped to look at Dean as he put them on.

"You're my one item, come on, downstairs." Dean said. He put a hand on Cas' back and Cas whined louder, then started to squirm.

"I'm sorry but I need you to move faster." Dean said, as they entered the hall. Cas froze.

"Kevin!" He yelled, turning and going the other way, away from the stairs. Dean growled in frustration. If this fire was big they were going to die.

"Kevin! Kevin! Kevin!" Cas screamed, banging on his door. It flew open, and to Deans surprise, Cas' fist connected with Kevin's face.

"Ow! I'm coming! I was dressing!"

"Dressing?!" Dean said.

"I sleep naked ok?! Move!" Kevin said, pushing them out of his doorway. He took off and they followed, towards the stairs. Kevin held the door open, and Dean rushed down first, Cas following, crying and wheezing.

"Cas, sweetheart, keep running. You're doing great." Dean called. Cas whined in response. He began to shake his free hand, and Dean swore again.

"Come on sweetheart, it's alright. I'm sorry it's so loud." Dean said.

As they ran, Cas became more erratic. His breathing sped up to hyperventilating, and he was practically yelling.

"Kevin, go ahead, run!" Dean said, stopping, Cas stopped too, and Dean pushed Kevin's back as he stopped.

"You sure?"

"Yes! Go!" Dean insisted. Kevin nodded and ran on.

"Cas, look, Cas! Floor six. Almost there! Come on, you can do it, we can get out of here." Dean said, taking his hand.

"You said- fire won't hurt me!" Cas yelled.

"In your dreams, but real fire can happen, and I'm so sorry, but we have to get away from it, ok? So come on, run with me." Dean said. Cas hesitated, flapping his arm and whining, then began to charge forward, down more stairs. Dean nodded to himself and ran after him.

Floors passed them, floor five, floor four, floor three, when all hell broke loose. They were meeting other people, bumping and shoving, the alarms were louder then ever, and then Dean heard a horrible sound.

A crack, then Cas was falling, down a few steps and on his side on the flat. He screamed, dropping his beat and skirt, and throwing hands around his ankle.

"Cas, shit, Cas, you ok? Talk to me sweetheart, hey, talk to me. Cas talk!" Dean yelled frantically. He was beginning to smell smoke. People ran past, not caring at all that he was splayed on the floor, in pain.

"Cas, breathe!" Dean yelled. Cas took a gasping breath, and promptly began to cry.

"Ok, alright, two floors. Cas, hold your bear." Dean said. He wrapped the skirt around it, and shoved it into Cas' arms, then took a deep breath. He lifted him off the floor.