Late at Night – 2am – September 18th, 2005
Castiel sighed. He was currently taking a steaming shower and attempting to calm his nerves. He felt really stupid. He was smarter than to drink himself stupid. Or at least, he used to be..
He hated Dean Winchester. And Balthazar for making him go to that stupid party.
He leaned against the shower wall, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He touched his lips, remembering what had happened just a little over an hour ago. He hated how much he cared for Dean, how much he missed him. He hated himself for still wanting the beautiful man that broke him. For wanting those apple green eyes to stare at him with adoration, for those powerful hands to hold onto him tightly, for those full lips to mark his body…
He cursed under his breath and punched the wall in front of him. He let the tears flow down and disappear within the hot water. He had lost track of time after that, crying in the shower with his back against the cold wall.
He heard his phone ringing after a while, it was the hospital’s ringtone. Shit.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and got out of the now lukewarm water, quickly answering the phone before it went to voicemail.
“….What?! I’ll be there right away!”
In less than 10 minutes, he got dressed in record time and was running into the hospital.
- Break –
“Doctor Novak! Oh thank God you’re here! We have an emergency and he’s in very bad condition. He’ll be here in a few minutes.”
Castiel looked at his distressed nurse.
“Where is the shift doctor Tessa?”
Tessa shook her head. “We can’t find him.”
Castiel just nodded and got ready for his patient.
They’d brought the patient in as he got ready and were calling for him when he got to the ER.
He just didn’t expect
him
to be on the bed, cold and nearly dead.
“What the hell!?” He muttered, frozen on the spot as he glanced at Dean with horror.
He couldn’t process the image that his eyes were sending to his brain.
“What is this? Some kind of prank?!”
Tessa, though confused by her doctor’s statement, continued injecting medicine into Dean’s greyish skin. This… Wasn’t a joke then... He looked at the once pink lips, they were quickly turning purple.
Losing Oxygen, fast.
“Doctor, we’re losing him!”
Tessa’s worried voice brought him back to the present.
He took a sharp breath. He had to do something!
“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath.
“Castiel!” Tessa cried out his name.
He switched his brain to auto so he didn’t think about the fact that the guy lying there was the man he loved.
Lose Focus. Lose Control…. Lose Him...
He started taking control over the situation and asked for what he needed. He knew the signs.
Purple lips, heartbeat dropping fast, slightly shaking body.
