Just A Game

Day 20

September 20th, 2016

(A/N minor cutting trigger warning)

Castiel woke up late the next day. He saw Dean was already out of bed, which was good. He sat up and looked around, seeing Dean all comfy in a blanket on the floor reading a book. Castiel sneakily pretended to be asleep still and took a photo. Dean looked so cute, all bundled up like that. Castiel noticed he had a text from Sam and he opened it. It was him and Dean asleep and Dean was holding Otis so that meant it was taken last night. Castiel didn't mind. He saved the photo and set it as his home screen on his phone. He then set the one he just took of Dean to his lock screen.
Dean noticed Castiel was finally awake and he marked his place in his book. Dean hopped on Castiel, hearing a screeching yowl from one of his cats that had meandered to under the covers. Dean quickly got up and pulled the covers back to reveal a very angry Ellie.
"Ellie I'm so sorry." Dean whispered to his cat as he picked her up and cuddled her until she was purring. "Go find Angel and do something with her." Dean set Ellie down and hopped on Castiel again after making sure no animals were hiding under the covers.
"So I was thinking lazy day today and an anniversary dinner later tonight?" Castiel proposed.
"Lazy day sounds good but this isn't any anniversary for us. We got married a week ago." Dean said confused.
"Well a week is an anniversary technically. Plus I doubt you'll um... still be with me next year..."
"I understand. Yeah that sounds good. Perkins sound good?"
"You always want Perkins. But yes. Perkins sounds perfect Dean."
Dean resumed his reading in his blanket cocoon after he grabbed a snack and another book. He got lost in the story and forgot about real life for a while. He loved reading for that reason. The way it could take you away from real life and drop you in some random fantasy land of your choice. It was magical to Dean.
Castiel decided to put on some pajama pants and go back to sleep. Castiel was so tired. He was beginning to sleep as much as Dean. He felt fine. He was just stressed and sleeping was easier than dealing with real life problems. Castiel assumed that was why Dean was reading so much and why Sammy was uh pleasuring himself so much. Everyone deals with things differently. Castiel snapped another quick photo of Dean.
"Hey Dean?" Castiel hoped Dean would look up so he could get a good picture.
"Yeah Cassy?" Dean replied.
All Dean got in response was a snap of a phone camera. He smiled to himself knowing Castiel was just gathering memories for when he would be gone. Dean glanced up a few minutes later to see Castiel had fallen asleep. Dean quietly got up and unplugged Cassys phone and opened his camera. Dean used his phone to take hundreds of selfies. Some alone, some with a sleeping Cas, some with Sammy, and some with their build a bear twins. Dean plugged Castiels phone back in and set it back down on the bedside table Castiel kept it on. Dean returned to his reading as if nothing happened. He couldn't wait to see Castiels face when he opened his photos and just saw Deans face. He knew Cas would be happy. Dean hoped and prayed for Castiel to be okay after he was gone. Even if God didn't care, someone had to.
Castiel awoke a couple hours later around 3. He decided he should probably start getting ready to head out to Perkins. He saw that Dean was still reading. Castiel thought Dean could use a break from reading. Castiel picked Dean up, scaring the shit out of him in the process, and threw him onto the bed. Castiel locked the door and threw his shirt aside.
"Mmmm I like where this is going Cassy." Dean muttered into Castiels neck as he sloppily kissed it.
"Strip." Castiel demanded. "Now."
Dean complied, first taking his shirt off, then his pants, pulling his boxers down with them. Dean loved it when Cassy got all dominant and bossy. But today felt different
"Stop." Dean whispered, scared Cas would judge him if he didn't want sex. "Cassy I love you but I can't do this right now I'm sorry."
Castiel removed his shirtless body from Deans naked one. Castiel kissed Deans chest and handed him his clothes. Castiel unlocked the door, knowing Sam liked them keeping it unlocked unless they were naked. Castiel made his way back to Dean on the bed, getting his shirt back on in the process.
"I understand. I love you too Dean." Castiel whispered as he got in bed next to Dean. "What's wrong?"
"Cassy, I'm dying. I'll be gone in less than a week. I can feel it. I know I'm growing weaker. I don't want you to worry though. You will be fine after I'm gone just like you were fine before you met me. This is all my fault Cas. You lost your wings. I'm dying. Sammys doing more than jacking himself to cope. I don't know if you knew that or not. We're all broken in this house. Each and everyone of us." Dean said as tears dripped from his eyes.
"None of this is your fault Dean. You know if it's anybody's fault it's mine. Even Sam blames me. He's told me that. And what do you mean by Sams doing more than uh jerking himself?" Castiel questioned.
"Go ask to see his wrists."
"Um okay? Dean you just wanna stay in  tonight?"
"Yeah. I just want to read and lay with you."
"Okay I'll make French toast for supper just so you still get your breakfast food. Right now though, I need to go ask Sammy a few things."
Castiel made his way down the stairs and walked to Sams door. He knocked and got a "just a second" in return. He waited for Sam to open the door. A few moments later, a very red faced Sam opened the door in a thick black hoodie and thick black sweatpants.
"Um Sam I need to talk to you." Castiel said as he invited himself into Sams room.
"Okay come right in I guess." Sam said, hoping Cas wouldn't notice the razor blade on his bedside table and the blood on the carpet.
"Take off the sweatshirt."
"I'm cold dude no."
"Need I repeat myself?" Castiel intimidatingly stepped closer. "I said, take. Off. Your. Sweatshirt."
Sam removed his safety blanket. He quickly crossed his arms so Cas wouldn't see his torn apart wrists. Sam was very annoyed and shocked when Cas grabbed his hands and pulled his arms straight in front of him so his wrists were facing up, blood still seeping out slowly, staining his shirt and bed sheets.
"Sam... what have you done...." Castiel stuttered out.
"What I had to." Sam replied as if that was something Castiel should have known.
"Sam. You're bleeding out..." Castiel stuttered as he just starred in shock.
"Castiel you don't care about me and the only person that does care about me will be dead soon. I just, I'll be okay. Just let me go."
"Fuck no. I love you Sam. Not in the same way I love Dean but you're like my brother." Castiel talked really fast. "DEAN."
"Cas don't call for him I'll be fine."
Sam heard thunder coming down the stairs and soon Dean was at the door.
"Sammy..." Dean barely got out before bursting into tears.
"I'm calling 911." Castiel quickly got out.
Castiel rushed to the kitchen and grabbed his home phone quickly dialing 911. He explained the situation and told them to get the ambulance to hurry. He dropped the phone on the counter and ran back to Sammys room where he saw an unconscious Sam and a completely wrecked Dean. Cas quickly ran upstairs and gave the cats some food and grabbed Deans teddy and one of his books. Cas ran out and threw them in the passenger seat of the impala. Castiel was just running back in when the ambulance arrived.
Castiel led the paramedics to Sams room and moved Dean out of the way so the EMTs could do their thing. Sam was soon carried out on a stretcher.
"Either of you his family?" An EMT asked.
"I'm his brother." Dean spoke up.
"Would you like to ride with and tell us what happened?"
"Yes. Cas meet us at the emergency room."
Dean followed the EMT out to the back of the ambulance. He once again caught a glance of Sams completely sliced open vertically wrists. Oh Sammy. Why. Dean thought.
"I'm Alan Ross. I'll be his doctor in the ambulance but I'd like to just fill the incident report." One of the EMTs tried to get Dean out of his daydreaming state.
"Oh um okay what do you need to know?" Dean meekly responded.
"How old is he?"
"16"
"Blood type?"
"O+"
"Who are you to him?"
"Brother."
"What is his name?"
"Sam Tristan Winchester."
"And who are you?"
"Dean Ross Winchester and don't say something like huh small world just because we have the same name in our names."
"Okay then. Can you tell me what happened?"
"I was up in my and Cas' room and Cas had gone to check on him and he shouted for me so I ran down and saw this. He passed out about 4 minutes after the wound was inflicted based on when Cas went down there and when he shouted."
"Do you know what he did it with?"
"Uh yeah." Dean reached into his pocket. "This." Dean handed over a blade meant for a razor.
"Okay may I hold onto that for evidence?"
"Yeah sure."
"Does he have a history of self inflicted wounds?"
"Yes. Ever since I found out I had cancer he hasn't been doing the best mentally."
"Okay um does he have any trouble at school?"
"We took him out."
"Okay. What's his date of birth?"
"May 2nd, 2000"
"And does he have any allergies?"
"Not that I know of."
"Is he on any medication?"
"No"
"And I know it's none of my business but where are your parents?"
"It is none of your business. But since I'm in such a sharing and caring mood, they're dead." Dean snapped at Dr. Ross.
"Okay well we are at the hospital so if you would follow my lovely assistant, Tara Feran, she will lead you to the waiting room where your friend will be."
"Thanks. And he's my husband not my friend."
Dean followed the girl down a hallway and another hallway until they came to double doors that lead out to the waiting room. Dean immediately saw Cas and hopped into his arms. Dean sobbed into Cassys shirt as he mentally told himself this was all his fault. It was his fault his little baby brother was going to die. It was all his fault. He was supposed to protect him. This was not protecting. This was endangering.
Castiel wrapped his arms around the completely broken Dean as he occasionally let a tear fall himself. Cas hoped that the doctors would fix Sam. He hoped Sam hadn't lost enough blood to the point it couldn't be fixed. They could sew the wounds back together and it would eventually heal but that was only if they could get blood back into him.
"Dean? I brought one of your books. And I brought Otis if you want them." Castiel offered, attempting to cheer up a sobbing Dean.
"I want both." Dean said between sniffles.
"Okay wait here okay? They're in the car."
Castiel hurriedly ran out to the impala and grabbed Dean his book and teddy. Castiel walked back into the waiting room to see a sleeping Dean taking up 4 chairs. Castiel quietly went over and set Otis in Deans arms. Castiel saw Deans arms instantly tighten around the teddy. Castiel quickly pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures. When Cas went to his gallery to see if any looked clear, he noticed a ton of selfies of Dean. What the hell? Castiel scrolled to the top of the pictures Dean took and scrolled through them all. In some, Dean was next to him, imitating his sleeping face, in others he was with Sammy or the cats. A few were him and Otis. Castiel smiled as a single tear dripped from his eyes. He knew that was Deans way of showing him he loved him. Castiel sat down in the chair next to Deans head and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Are you Dean Winchester?" A doctor came out and asked Castiel.
"No that would be him." Castiel replied as he pointed to the sleeping Dean he had next to him.
"Should I wake him or?"
"Nah he needs sleep." Castiel stood up. "What's happening?"
"Well we managed to stabilize Sam and he is awake if you would like to see him. He's currently talking to a counselor though so I can tell you when she leaves."
"I would like to see him. Will there be any permanent damage from this?"
"There shouldn't be any permanent damage besides the huge scars he'll have on his wrists and the many that he had had prior to this attempt that are on his legs."
"Okay. I'll wake Dean, come get us when the counselor is done."
"Will do."
And with that the doctor was gone. Castiel sat back down next to Dean and shook his shoulder lightly.
"Hey." Castiel tapped Dean on the head. "Dean."
"What?" Dean groggily said, still trying to figure out where he was.
"Sams awake."
"That's good." Dean said as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Lets go see him."
"The doctor will get us soon. He's talking to a counselor right now."
"Oh. Then why'd you wake me?"
"Because I thought you might want food."
"Yeah what do you got?"
"Well nothing yet but I saw a vending machine earlier and it had pop tarts."
"Oooo get me strawberry please."
"Alright."
Castiel headed back the way he had came from the impala. He noticed the vending machine and got Dean some pop tarts and himself some as well. He also got some m&ms just in case Dean wanted something later. Castiel made his way back to Dean and saw he was talking to the doctor he was just talking to.
"Any updates?" Castiel asked as he wandered over.
"The counselor is gone. You can see him now. Follow me." The doctor said as he led them to Sams room.
"Can he eat?" Dean asked.
"Yes there's no reason he wouldn't be able to." The doctor answered.
Dean, Cas, and the doctor arrived at Sams room. The doctor left after he led them there so they could have some time alone. Dean headed into the room and passed the curtain that was hung in front of the door. He saw Sammy was all stitched up. He had an IV for some reason.
"Dean? Cas?" A very tired Sammy asked.
"Yes it's us Sammy. Are you okay? Like despite the obvious?" Dean asked.
"Yeah I guess I'm alright. I mean I chose to stay here didn't I?"
"What do you mean you chose?"
"I mean a bald guy with a weird ring and a cane talked to me when I was unconscious and gave me the choice to live or die. I chose live. I can't remember why though. He said something that made me say I wanted to live. I can't remember what it was though. It was something to do with you Dean."
"Oh my god..." Castiel tried to whisper to himself.
"What Cas?" Dean and Sam asked almost at the same time.
"Sam. You met Death. Like capital D Death." Castiel said as his lip shook at the thought of Sammy meeting that cold hearted man.
"Death is a person?" Sam questioned.
"Yes. He is the boss of the reapers. Like they reap souls from the people Death kills. Death kills everybody."
"So I met a serial killer?"
"Technically yes."
"Cool."
"Dude I swear you and your weird serial killer fetish." Dean joking said.
"It's not a fetish it's a hobby."
"Sure whatever. Bitch."
"Jerk. Hey what time is it?"
"Five minutes to midnight, why?"
"Jeez how long was I out for?"
"Apparently long enough to have a conversation with Death. And Sam?"
"Yeah Dean?"
"I'm glad you chose to live. But if you ever try this again I will kill you."
Sam laughed harder than he had for a while at that. He knew his brother was joking. But he finally remembered what Death had told him that made him choose to stay alive. Death had told Sam that he had the power to cure Dean and get Castiel his wings back.

(A/N)

Everybody loves a good cliff hanger right? Honestly that's not where I planned on taking this. I was going to have Cas and Dean have sex and go out to eat and have the waitress take a bunch of pictures of them but I like this better. Like I planned on killing Dean but this seems like a better plot twist.