Fallen

Chapter 9

"Sam I believe we should turn here." Cas said. Sam nodded and pulled into the parking lot.
"Alright Cas remember let me do most of the talking."
"Yes I remember Sam." Cas said flatly. He climbed out of the car and followed Sam into the news building.

Sam walked up to a lady. "who gave you this footage? " Sam asked holding up the video that had Metatron on it.
"Sorry can't tell you." she said turning to walk away.
"Why not? " Sam asked following her.
"Because I don't want to." she answered.
"Please? " Cas asked looking at her with big puppy dog eyes.
"Fine his name is Marv and he lives down two blocks at the old building that looks abandoned.
"Thank you very much." Cas said grabbing Sam by the coat collar and dragging him out of the building.

We climbed back into the Impala and started following the lady's directions. We pull up in front of a huge ramshackle house. Why do they always have two be so large? Cas thought to himself.
"You ready to go kill Metatron and get your grace back? " Sam asked, looking at the house.
"I don't want to kill him, I want to capture him and love him away, death is an easy way out." Sam nodded thoughtfully. Sam clambered out of the car, Cas following. Sam pulled out two angel blades and handed Cas his.
"You ready? " Cas nodded and they walked up to the house. Sam slowly pushed open the door and...

Boom it exploded and everyone died the end.😁 no I'm joking don't kill me.

Carefully stepped in. Cas followed and listened for any sounds of movement. They slowly crept further into the house, checking each room. They slowly create up the stairs and turned down a hallway, when suddenly they heard a crash. They turned around time see Metatron standing there a smashed angel statue as his feet.
"Oh look it's Castiel." he smirks looking up at the two men. Cas growls a little, as he pulls out his angel blade.

Metatron waltzed up to them. "Now, now no need for that." he said moving the top of the angel blade away from him. Sam went to charge for him but Metatron slammed him up against the wall with a simple flick of his wrist. Sam struggled against the invisible binds that constricted him. "If you don't mind Sam, I would like to have a little chat with Castiel." he grinned and with another flick of his hands Cas and he were standing in a dark room. Metatron slowly circles Castiel like a predator stalking its prey. Cas glared at the prowling beast before him.

"My grace, were is it? " he asked eyeing the angel down. Metatron laughed at the ex angel. "Like I would tell you! " Cas growls slightly pulling out his angel blade, cut it is smacked across the room, clattering to the floor as it hits the wall. Cas snaps his attention back to Metatron. "Is the author, I control what happens here." he says sternly. "Now where is your little boy toy? " he asks menacingly. "Dean is not my boy toy." Cas growls. Metatron nods thoughtfully. "Just keep telling yourself that." he laughs before Cas is slammed against the wall, his head throbbing as the impact.

"I should've done this a long time ago." he laughed. Cas screamed out in pain as he looked down time see his chest bleeding. Metatron smiled as another shot of excruciating pain raced through him. "How does it feel to be human Castiel? " he asked sending more pain through his body. Cas gritted his teeth. "Bite me."
"Oh I don't think you want me to do that." he replied, smiling. More pain races through Cas' body, he was beginning to feel light headed as black spots danced around his vision.

He saw Metatron coming towards him with an angel blade, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Suddenly the door bursts open and Sam rushed in as he launched onto the angel. They wrestled on the floor, when a bright light began to emerge, Cas shut his eyes tight. He felt his battered body collapse onto the floor, he let out a yelp of pain. He opened his eyes as looked around, there was no sign of Metatron or Sam. Cas reached for his phone and pulled it out as he tried too keep his hand steady. I need to text Dean. I need to text Dean. He thought to himself over and over again as he began to type the message, Help, Chicago, fgbb. But that was all he could type, before the phone clattered to the ground, he could hear the faint sounds of sirens, growing louder. Someone must've heard. He thought, he began to drift into a state of unconsciousness, his last thoughts of being Dean.

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Dean was sitting on the couch watching Dr.Sexy M.D. he had gotten used to watching it with subtitles on. He was now allowed to walk without his crutches which was awesome. He felt something vibrate on his lap, he looked down to see his phone ringing, Cas' name plastered across the screen. He raised an eyebrow. Why is calling me? He does remember I'm deaf right? Although it is adorable when he's confused, not that I would tell him. Dean shook his head but picked up the phone and answered it. "Hey Cas why are you calling me, you know I can't hear right? You gotta text me remember." he said laughing, he hung up and waited for a text from him smiling to himself. Only Cas. he thought.

The phone vibrated again this this time a text from him. He picks up the phone, unlocked it and read it. Mr. Winchester your friend has been severely injured and- Dean nearly dropped the phone. What? he thought. He quickly read the address and raced to then garage. He hoped in one of the many cars that were there.l and pulled out. It was so weird driving and bit being able to hear anything. He signed baldly wanted time speed time hit the 11 hour drive down to a 10 hour drive, but he knew with him still not being used too not hearing and this being the first time his driven the incident, wouldn't be the best idea. He was no use to anyone injured himself.

Once he finally get there he raced to the desk. He didn't know what to ask, did they even know his name? "Uh Castiel? " I asked the receptionist also adding in in sign language that I'm deaf. She nods checks her computer. 'Castiel Winchester? ' she signs he nods. 'Room 221 floor B' He nods a quick thanks as he races off to the room.

He carefully opens the door to see a motionless Cas laying on the bed covered in cuts with machines hooked up to him. He walks over to him and sits down, carefully reaching towards Cas's hand debating whether or not to grab it. Fuck it. He thought before grabbing his hand, it was cold,very cold.

What happened to him? Where was Sam? Dean was so angry he was ready to punch something. He stared down at Cas at what seemed like forever, then the Doctor walked and began speaking with Dean about Cas' condition and how there was no one else there.

Sam sighed and sat after the doctor left. "Where the fuck are you Sam? " he whispered. He looked down at Cas sadly. "And you need to wake up you lazy ass."

*******

It had been two days since the incident and Cas still hadn't woke up, Dean had rarely left the room. At least now I know how they felt when I was in here. He thought. Dean was sitting by Cas' bed, not taking his eyes off of him. Suddenly Cas began to stir, Dean looked up at him in surprise. Cas slowly opened his startling blue eyes and looked at Dean. Dean stared back, Cas smiled and went to go sit up, Dean raced towards him to help.

Once Cas was in a sitting position he looked over at Dean who had the shimmer of a tear in his eye. 'What's wrong? ' he signed. "I thought I was gonna loose you and I don't know where Sam is and I just needed something good to happen. " he said in a rush. Cas looked at Dean in shock. "I need you. " Dean said leaning in, his heart racing and he softly pressed his lips to Cas, a ghost of a kiss.

Dean pulled away quickly standing up realizing what he had done. He looked at Cas with a look of sorrow and ran out of the room. Dean ran out of the hospital and to a bench where he sat down putting his heads in his hands. "What have I done? " he whispered. I messed it up I messed it all up. Again. Why do I always mess things up? He'll hate me. He thought tears pricking his eyes, but he held them in, he had to remain strong.

Cas sat there staring at the door Dean had just excited. What just happened. Did Dean kiss me?