Fallen

Chapter 8

Cas sat up groggily, a blanket falling from his shoulders. He looked around sand realized his was in Dean's bed in his room. Dean was still sleeping. Cas smiled fondly at him. He went to go stand up when Dean sat up without a jolt, the weight shift apparently waking him.

He looked at him, smiling. He signs good morning and Cas replies with the same sign. Let's head down to breakfast he states, Dean nods

Once we reach the kitchen Sam is making breakfast. Cas helps Dean into the chair, setting his crutches down. He take the seat to Dean's left, Sam the one to his right. As Sam is dishing out the food, he looks at Dean. He can't see the side of his face were the now forming scar from the burn is. I can tell he hates the scar, I wish I could heal him. Dean begins to shovel his food into his mouth. He lets out a soft little moan when he taste the bacon, Cas's stomach does a little flip. He decided that he'd been staring to long so he looks back at his plate, catching Sam's eye. He saw me staring at Dean, great.

Dean starting scarfing down his food as soon as it touched his plate. He let out an inaudible moan once he tasted the bacon. He saw Cas shifting uncomfortably in his seat, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks, out of the corner of his eye. Apparently he had heard the moan though. Dean scraped the last of his eggs and shove them down his mouth.

Once he was done he likes his lips leaning back in the chair. He began time form a headache, and he felt sore, but he didn't want going take his meds, he wasn't a damn baby! Eventually though he ended up leaning against the table throwing his head into his hands scrunching his eyes closed, trying t block out the pain. He felt a small hand into his shoulder, gentle pulling his head out or his hands. Cas. 'Are you ok?' he signed. Dean shook his head and pointed to his head, signing 'headache.' He saw Sam stand up to vet his medicine. Dean groaned, he didn't want to be taken care of. He just wanted time be normal again, well at least his normal.

Once Sam came back he handed Dean his pills and a glass of water, and he reluctantly swallowed the disgusting capsules. After breakfast he offered to help put stuff away, but Sam and Cas refused or let him help. Frustrated he picked up his crutches and went to the living room. He sat down, spreading his body across the couch, propping his leg up an a pile of pillows.

The headache had died down to a dull throbbing. He groaned and turned on Dr.Sexy M.D. He eventually felt his eyes drifting closed, he always seemed to be tired these days and it pissed him off. I really am just a baby all I do is eat, sleep, whine, and I need people to take care of me. Then his eyes fluttered close.

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After Dean went off to the living room, huffing slightly, I helped San with the dishes.
"I uh have something tough talk to you about." he said, setting down his plate and turning to face Cas.
"Uh ok." he replies, slightly worried at Sam's seriousness, but gave him his attention. Sam looked at him, worry evident in his eyes.
"Well I uh, I found Metatron." he stammered.
"You did! Where." Cas asked, excited at the fact that he might get his grace back.
"Chicago." he replied. "But Dean can't good with us. I know he'll want to so we'd have to net tell him. Maybe leave a note but no specifics." he said looking towards them living room.
"He'll be angry when he finds out." Cas says sternly.
"I know but it's just to dangerous to take him." Sam said solemnly.

"I know." he replies looking in at a sleeping Dean.

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Dean sits up groaning slightly. He looks around realizing he is alone. Where the fuck are those two?  They're normally fussing over me be now. He stands up grabbing his crutches sand goes to head upstairs, he notices Cases door shut. He immediately opens it, fearing the worse, but instead finds Cas standing over to of a duffle bag, a folded shirt in hand.

Dean walks over to him as Cas set down the shirt. 'Where are you going? ' Dean signed. 'Out' signed back avoiding Dean's eyes. Dean knew he was lying.
"Where? " he said forgetting sign language.
'Out'.Cas responded.
"Stop avoiding the damn question, where and why are you going! " he said anger rasing in his voice. Cas looked at him with hurt in his eyes, just them Sam stepped in between them.

'We are going on a hunt.' he signed.
"If you need the both of you then I'm coming with you!" Dean yelled. Sam looked down. "Dean, your deaf! How are you supposed to help us! You can't even help yourself, you'll just get yourself killed!" he yelled as he signed. Dean looked at his younger brother, and firmly nodded and turned to walk out the room. Once he reached the door he stopped. "Have fun in your hunt." he said then walked off trying not all tho fast, knowing he would mess up and fall over top of his crutches, and he did not want that.

"Dammit Dean!" Sam hollered even though he knew his brother couldn't hear him. "I didn't  mean it!" he plopped down onto Cas's bed. Cas put him hand on his shoulder. "Sam I know that probably wasn't the best thing to be done, but you got him out of the room, so let's finish packing and go find Metatron."
"Your right lets go."

Sam left the go finish packing. He met us with Cas and loaded some if the stuff into one if the many cars in the garage. They climbed into the car and headed of to Chicago.

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Dean stood in his bathroom staring at himself through the mirror, his room a mess behind him. It had been about an hour since his brother and best friend had left. Sam's words were still running through his mind. Dean opens us his pill bottle and dumped a handful of pills into his hand, and grabbed hugs beer bottle.

No one will miss me. Sam even said I was useless, I already knew they he just confirmed it though. Just let me have Thai one thing. He thought to himself. He lifted up the pills and brought if close to his mouth, his hand shaking. He stopped, he thought of the guilt Sam and Cas would have. He thought if little Sammy, and beautiful blue eyes Cas. He couldn't do it. Not yet.

He carefully put the pain killers back into the bottle and swallowed one. He put his beer on the counter, and picked up his crutches and walked over to his bed. He laid down, face first and drifted off into a restless sleep.

A/N: I promise actual Destiel will be in the next chapter. Sorry guys.