anna had fallen asleep, and she wasn't waking up.
"tomorrow," dr joshua would say. "she'll see you tomorrow."
this went on for three weeks.
every day cas would go into her room, sometimes with dean, and he would brush out her hair or braid it, or just play with it. thick strands would fall out and slip under his fingers. he and dean would ignore it.
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Fanfiction"who are you?" "castiel. who are you?" -purposely lowercase [completed]
