Waiting For You

I

Dean opened his eyes to a mouldy ceiling and springs digging into his spine, the exact opposite of the place he expected to wake up to. He'd been enjoying the stolen hours Cas had allowed him after he'd let him come to his motel room for the night, even though feeling the blue eyes on him was a little more than creepy as he tried to fall asleep on the uncomfortable bed.

The bed he was laying on now was worn with age and didn't even have a mattress, driving aches and pains up and down Dean's spine as soon as he moved. The goosebumps forming on his exposed skin were there from fear just as much as the cold, and his heartbeat increased so rapidly he was afraid it might actually give up. What. The. Fuck.

He sat up in the bed and looked around, his brain unable to take in the mouldy walls and draft blowing in through what could only be a shattered window. He had sworn he'd fallen asleep in a random motel room after telling Sam they were better off apart, but now it looked like he was sat in a budget cut set for the walking dead. Sliding off the bed with his eyes still raking the walls he noticed that they had been blackened with smoke, and the alarms that were already going off in his head screeched louder and louder until there was a ringing in his eardrums. He could already feel the start of a headache forming behind his temple.

Then he noticed Castiel slumped in the corner out cold and shot over to him before he'd even registered what was happening. He placed two fingers against his neck just to make sure the angel was alive, and when he felt warm skin and a steady pulse he couldn't refrain his sigh of relief. Dean wasn't alone, Cas was here with him.

"Cas? Wake up, can you hear me? Cas? Come on man, Castiel?" Dean said, growing louder as the angel refused to open his eyes. He gingerly lifted his chin up and noticed blood on his chapped lips, never a good sign for a being who was designed to be indestructible.

With a sigh Dean stood up and raked his eyes up and down the angels body, checking for any visible signs of hurt. Finding none he turned his back to find his bearings, deciding to just wait it out until the angel woke up.

The curtains on the window flapped unthreateningly, yet Dean was still afraid to look behind them. And when he did he regretted it almost immediately. Cars were upturned and scattered across the filthy roads, their engines burnt out and their passengers no where to be seen. The buildings that once stood brightly painted and bustling stood broken and silent, their once appealing exteriors darkened with age. Debris coated the road as if people had been throwing their possessions out the window, making bile rise up Deans throat as he imagined what could possibly drive people to do this to their own town. What was worse was the looming city in the distance, broken, burnt, and weakened, just like everything else surrounding him.

No one was around. You could have heard a pin drop.

Deans eyes surveyed the area in shock horror, his thoughts muddled and making no sense. The only thing that he could really make sense of was that he was well and truly screwed. If Cas was hurt he couldn't just blip them out of whatever hell hole they'd landed in, meaning they'd actually have to go out there and find a way back on their own.

The angel chose the perfect time to regain consciousness.

"Dean?" Cas groaned, pushing himself up against the wall.

"Hey, Cas, you okay?" Dean asked, crouching back down beside him and placing a hand on his arm.

"No, I feel like someone's dropped a building on my head." Cas muttered, putting his finger to his lips and frowning down when he found blood.