Within three days, Cas had improved enough to leave his bed. Dean gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Deans absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in the hospital, he had not seen Dean at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked the boys father where his son could be, but he had no answer. Dean was gone without a trace.
Castiel desired to speak with Dean again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome boy once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to him, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Dean was someone special. Someone he had to see again.
It wasn't until the sixth day after Cas had recovered that Dean returned to the hospital. He rode up the same path where Cas had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of people behind him. All 10 of them.
'Here are your attackers heads!' he called to Cas. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'
Castiel stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?'
'I cannot let such dangerous people roam free in our lands,' Dean replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'
he could feel his heart pounding as Dean spoke. he killed those poeple... for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Dean and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave boy.
Dean laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'
