Dazed and Confused: Destiel

Chapter 1

There will be more Chapters soon. I just only wrote this one first so, bare with me.

"Cas! Don't you dare go limp on me!" Dean yelled into Castiel's closed eyes and gaped mouth.

he held his face gently but firm, Castiel has passed out of exhaustion from the long walking in the lonely forest they got lost in on a hunt, they really forgot what they've been looking for, they've gone into a trance and being weary.

"Dammit" Dean whisper yells still holding his face and scanning it looking concerned and frustrated because now he's gonna have to carry Castiel and he's not sure if he has the strength to but he's not gonna leave his friend behind.

He picks Castiel's limp body up and tugged him over and on his back till Castiel was in a piggy back position, Castiel's arms were dangling over Dean's shoulders and Dean was hunched over and gripping Castiel's thighs trying not to let him fall "Come on Cas, We can do this" Dean breathes out, trying to motivate himself that his friend is still listening, he begins walking, he's like a drifter, not sure where he's going but he's gonna keep walking, Dean's body aches and shakes lightly from the weight of Castiel on him but he keeps moving forward and deals with the pain, this is Castiel, he can't give up on him, not now, not here.

Dean stumbles upon a cabined house, it looked nice, nothing scary, just a simple nice cabined house, it looked quite old though, a nice rocking chair sat outside, rocking lightly from the wind, a beautiful quilt sat on the seat folded and hanging perfectly off, he keeps Castiel on his back as he knocks grunting as he moves his arm, a lady slides open the door halfway, a keychain kept it from opening all the way "I need help" Dean says croaky like and she immediately closes and unlocks the door, it was an old women in a nice dress and a knitted, cardigan, throw over thing, it was stringy and it dangled and swinged as she moved, it was a faded green, she placed her hands on Castiel trying to help Castiel off his back, Dean helped by slowly laying him on the couch, she fixed him to were he had his head on the armrest but was padded with a plump pillow with the same dangily stringy things, she fixed his hands laying across his chest as if he was in a coffin, his head was titled slightly back making his mouth gap more, Dean rested on the one seater chair, arms flaied out and head tilted up and face cringed "You two sweeties look terrible. Y'all alright?"

She asked as she raised Castiel up using her hand and half of her forearm and pressing it gently on his lower back to let him swallow down the glass of water, Dean fixes his gaze on her "Yeah we're fine. My buddy there passed out over exhaustion" Dean breathes out a single laugh "and he says he could handle it" Dean says the last part to himself looking up, he's so weary that he's talking to himself "My Lord, poor angel" she says looking at Castiel in concern as he slowly keeps swallowing and Dean shoots up "What did you say?" He asks her and she slowly turns to him with concern in her eyes still "I only called him an angel, Dear" Dean looks away and leans back calming down knowing this place is kinda alright, she's religious that's why she said that not because she's some monster.

Dean sighs closing his eyes "I think you should drink something to" she says holding out a glass of water nicely cuffed in her hands as he opened his eyes "Yeah" Dean agrees and chugs the water down and "ah"-ing after "Thanks for taking us in lady" Dean says as he relaxes and his eyes grow heavy and his mind go hazy "no problem. Get some rest sweet heart" is the last thing she says before Dean completely drifts off into dream land, he wakes up with his arms curled under a pillow and leg hunched up, snuggling the pillow, he grunts as he slowly moves to get out of bed, aching shoulders and legs and arms and back "Cas" He chokes out with a whisper as he rubs his eye and the other one squinting open, he quickly gets up and dressed and rushes into the living room finding Castiel sitting straight and looking down at the mug he has molded in his hands, steam put off it, the old lady sat next to him glued to him and alerted and concerned on what he's saying, Castiel lifts up as Dean walks in with concern in his brow "Cas" Dean breathes out in relief.