My Angel

~6~

"Are you sure you're ready for this? You were just dragged out of Hell, are you sure you don't need more time to recover?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Sammy, it's okay, I'm fine," Dean assured him. With a sigh, Sam began to help Dean pack the Impala before going to solve their latest case. "I just need to do one more thing." Dean closed his eyes. Castiel appeared in front of them. Sam climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala to wait for Dean. 

"Did you need something, Dean?" 

"Yeah, Sam and I have a case. Do you mind staying here until we get back, just in case someone gets hurt?" 

"Sure." Dean clapped Cass on the back as a thank you and turned to leave. Quickly, Cass pulled Dean into a hug. 

"Oof" Dean breathed in response. He cautiously rested his hands on Cass' shoulders; lightly hugging him back. 

"Be careful" Cass said before letting Dean go. "You should take me with you. I could heal you quicker if I was there." 

"No, Cass, stay here. I don't want you getting hurt, and I can't be worrying about you and try to kill this thing. You're my friend, and I don't want to lose you, okay?"

Castiel considered this for a moment before agreeing that it was the best option. With a smile and a wave goodbye, Dean got into the front seat of the Impala. "Don't even say a word" Dean said to Sam—knowing he had been watching him and Cass from the Impala—before driving off. 

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The case started off well. The Winchesters made their way into the house a ghost was haunting. Fortunately, the current family wasn't home. It took them a while—and some rock salt—to find where in the house the ghost's body was, but they eventually discovered the skeletal remains. Just as Dean was salting the bones, the vengeful spirit shrieked and hurled Dean into a bookcase. The force caused a few shelves to collapse, sending the books to the floor, and the wood to splinter. Dean laid unconscious on the ground. Sam quickly shot the spirit, making it dissipate. Then he grabbed the gasoline, poured it over the bones, and lit them on fire. The ghost appeared again, this time engulfed in flame. It let out a scream as the flames consumed the bones. "Dean?" Sam called as he knelt on the ground next to his brother. 

Slowly, Dean's eyes opened. He let out a groan. "Uhh, my head."

"Yeah, I think you have a concussion." Sam helped his older brother up and out to the Impala. 

When they arrived back to the motel, Sam again helped Dean out if the car and into the room. Cass was wait for them. Sam got Dean onto the bed. "Concussion", he told Castiel. Cass walked up to Dean's bed and cupped his cheek in his hand. Dean felt his headache and dizziness disappear. 

"Thanks Cass" he whispered, placing his hand on the angel's wrist, "for everything." 

"What are friends for?" Castiel replied. Sam, who was watching the scene, rolled his eyes in exasperation.