Finding May

Chapter Thirty-Four - Rescue and Restoration

Hello all.

I had a snow day today which was good because I also got my period today and my cramps are still killing me. Gotta love it. At least I only have to go to school tomorrow and then we're on Thanksgiving break.

Warnings: semi-graphic description of injuries

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Dean's POV
February 2, 7:48 pm

Dean was frozen in place. There was so much blood. So much blood.

"Dean. Dean!" Cas's voice sounded far off, then there was a hand gripping his jacket, and Cas's face in front of his own. His hands were on his cheeks. "Dean. Dean, look at me."

"Is she dead?" Dean asked quietly.

"No," Cas breathed. "She's alive."

Dean's eyes came into focus. Metatron lay dead, blood pooling from his hand and his head, from where he shot him. Sam and Eileen were examining his body, looking for something.

And May was unmoving. She hadn't moved at all. Sam stood, holding a key in his hand. Dean watched as his brother unlocked the manacles around May's wrists and caught her as she fell. Dean ran forward, crouching beside his daughter as Sam laid her on the floor. Cas dropped down beside him, his hands hovering over May's body.

Her eyes were open. And they were looking at him and Cas. Her face remained blank. She blinked a few times, then looked at Sam and Eileen. Her breathing was raspy and rattling.

"We should leave," Sam said.

"Ok. Yeah. Let's go," Dean responded. "I'll carry May." Dean carefully slid his arms underneath his daughter's legs and back. May let out a noise that sounded like cross between a gasp and a yelp as he lifted her off the floor. "Let's go home."

Dean carried May up the stairs and out of the house. As soon as they were outside, May started trembling. It was nighttime, and probably only 40 degrees or so. "There's probably blankets in the trunk," Cas commented. Dean nodded. Sam and Eileen were walking in front of them, in case more angels showed up. "Are you okay to be carrying her? Your leg..."

"I'm fine, Cas." In truth, his leg hurt like a bitch. Dean looked down at his daughter in his arms. It was hard to tell by the dim light of the street lamps, but she was looking back at him, her eyes flitting between him, Cas, and the sky.

Eileen opened the door of the Impala for Dean; he slid inside, still holding May in his arms. He heard the trunk door open and slam, and Cas appeared beside him with a blanket in his hands. He laid the blanket out across the backseat of the Impala, then gestured for Dean to put May on it. Cas carefully folded the blanket over their daughter, then lifted her head up so it was resting on his lap. Close your eyes, Cas signed. We'll be home soon.

May seemed to understand; she closed her eyes, and was asleep in a matter of minutes.

The car was silent. Eileen was driving, Sam was riding shotgun, and Dean and Cas remained in the backseat with May. Cas was just looking at May, and Dean couldn't blame him. May was as pale as a sheet, dried blood caked all over her face from cuts, the area around her left eye bruised from a punch. There was one long cut on her forehead above her right eyebrow, and her right cheek was swollen and bruised. Deep, dark half-circles were like shadows under her eyes, clearly from sleep deprivation. There were purple, blue, green, and yellow bruises all around her throat. "Hey," Dean said gently and grabbed Cas's hand. "We found her. We're taking her home. She's going to be fine."

Cas looked at him, his eyes glassy with tears. "I thought she was dead," he whispered. "But she's right here. I wanted to give up because I thought she was dead, but she's right here."

Tears pricked Dean's eyes. "It's okay, Cas. May's going to be okay."

The car ride was mostly quiet, and felt a lot shorter than the drive there. May slept the whole time. Cas had made a habit of checking her pulse every ten minutes. When they pulled into the Bunker garage, Dean got out and opened the door for Cas, who had May in his arms. "Let's put her on the table in the library," Dean said. "We need to get her patched up." Cas nodded and followed Dean into the house. He set her down gently on the table, peeling the blanket off of her, the blanket stained in some spots with blood. Dean thanked whatever gods were listening that May didn't wake up while Sam and Dean were stitching her up. She also sprained her ankle, which he didn't know how it was possible. Cas watched May's face for any sign of her waking up, so he could tell them to stop.

After all of her wounds had been stitched up—which took awhile—Cas picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. Sam took care of Dean's leg and Eileen's shoulder, too. Dean told Sam and Eileen they could go to bed, and that he and Cas were going to stay in May's bedroom in case she woke up.

Castiel's POV
February 3, 6:32 pm

Cas looked down at May. His daughter. The child he and Dean had vowed to protect and love with their lives.

She was so pale, and skinny. Sickeningly skinny. All bones, no muscle. They clearly didn't feed her while in captivity, but they must have given her water, or else she would have died from dehydration.

Cas wanted May to wake up. He wanted to hold her and tell her she was safe now. He looked down at her hand in his; how bony and small and cold it was. Cas made sure she had a sizable number of blankets to sleep under; it was freezing where they kept her.

Dean was seated on the chair next to him. "Why don't you get some sleep, Cas? I'll watch her."

"You'll wake me if she wakes up?"

"Yes."

Cas nodded. "Okay." He made himself comfortable in the chair, and drifted off to sleep.