heaven

Pancakes

Dean awoke, his eyes sore. Sam was laying asleep in the chair next to his bed, his hair hanging and completely covering his face. He was lightly snoring since his mouth had fallen open a bit. But Dean didn't mind, he knew he wouldn't fall asleep again. He wasn't tired anymore.

Dean decided to go to the restroom. Go pee, wash his face, get some alone time. This whole hospital thing was bullshit...he just wanted out. He wanted to go back home, get back on some hunts, get some down time with Cas and Sam at HOME. Not in this stinky old hospital room.

As he went pee, he listened in to the room that Cas was in. He heard little whimpers at first, making him chuckle a bit. Then a faint cry, his name off in the distance. His heart sped up.

"Cas? CAS?!"

He flushed the toilet and rushed next door. The door fell open with a thud against the wall and Castiel sat up in bed, sweaty and confused.

"De? What-what is-"

"Cas, hey, are you okay?! What's wrong?"

Dean paced the room a bit, checking all the corners and searching the Angels body for any scratches or any blood. There was nothing. Dean was utterly confused and lost.

"Hey, hey. Dean, it was a dream. It wasn't real, I am fine."

Dean just breathed out. He touched Castiel's face and touched his forehead.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked gently, pressing his lips to the side of Cas's cheek. Both of them smiled.

"Yeah, I'm just fine. Oh yeah, I brought something for you so it wouldn't burn."

Castiel reached into a bag that he had sitting next to his bed. It looked filler to the brim, a few needs to save, and a few wants that he wanted to save from the fire. But he was out, Dean carried him?

Castiel pulled out a cd and Dean's headphones.

"While you were out, I ran back in to collect a few things. This is something I knew you'd want."

Dean just smiled brightly at Cas. His music. The one thing that Dean can barely cope without. It made him so happy and it made him free.

"Oh thanks Cas. Here, let's listen to it together. So you can listen too."

Dean walked to the chair next to Cas's hospital bed. He picked the cd that read, "The Black Keys." and the first song that played was "The Lengths." Castiel closed his eyes, picturing himself and Dean dancing to this kind of music. In the living room, in the kitchen, in Dean's room. Somewhere, somehow, he wanted it to happen. So bad.

"You like?" Dean asked curiously. Cas just nodded. His blue eyes gone for a while. Dean just lifted his hand and pressed it to the Angels chest over the little robe he had on. Castiel opened his eyes, latching onto Dean's. Then slowly, they leaned in and their lips were pushed together. Dean lost his breath and all the pain he had been feeling disappeared. Completely.

"Thank you." Dean muttered quietly into Cas's other ear. Castiel nodded and just watched Dean bob his head to the beat of the song. He wanted to cry a little but for now, he just wanted to enjoy what he had. For now. Hanging on for as long as he could.

They sat there for at least an hour listening to all the music they could before both of them felt sleepy. But Dean had climbed into bed with Castiel at that point and his arms were wrapped around his angel. The songs ending and starting again. By the time the cd had decided to replay the whole album, they had fallen asleep. Slowly but surely they had drifted to a deep sleep together, pain and all feelings subsiding for now. But none of that was ever truly gone.
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