Tomorrow

Cas Pov

            I don't hear a single word Sam says. All I can do is stare at Dean, trying to convey my thoughts and feelings. It's all I ever do. I know it doesn't work yet I continue, pointlessly, trying. I hear Sam calling my name, pulling me out of my trance.

          "Yes?"

          He looks at me cautiously, "You good?"

         "Yes, I'm fine." 

          He nods and continues talking, while I endeavor to keep listening. 

*** Time Skip ***

         I help Dean carry Sam in the bunker and into his room. I heal him, making sure he stays asleep. 

         "He will be fine," looking up at Dean. "He just needs rest." 

         "Thanks, Cas," he smiles. I nod and look down slightly, tilting my head to the side. 

         "You were shot." I stand and move closer to heal him as well but he backs away from me. 

         "It's nothing, really. I'll just clean and wrap it. No use wasting your mojo on me." 

         "Dean."

         "It's fine Cas real-," he passes out mid-word. I catch him before he hits the ground and take him to his room. I lay him down, making sure the bullet is not still in him before healing him. I lightly run my hand through his hair and down his cheek. Much to my surprise, he leans into my hand. I smile sadly and move to leave the room, but his hand grabbing mine stops me. I look back at him. He's still asleep. I gently pull my hand away and leave the room quietly. 

        I fight every ounce of my being telling me to go back into that and watch over him. I force myself to walk into the library, grab a book, sit down and read. 

        I hear him call my name... Pray for me in his sleep... Begging me to come to him. Without even thinking I get up, taking my book with me, and go to his room.  I sit beside his bed and begin whispering Enochian, the same words I said as I pulled him out, as I place my hand over my handprint on his shoulder. He immediately begins to calm down and within a few minutes, he is sleeping peacefully again. I pull my hand away and lean back in the chair. 

      "I'm not going to leave, Dean," leaning back in the chair. 'I won't ever leave,' I think as I start reading again.