Special Sauce (Destiel)

Chapter Seven

Pain. So much pain. He felt like fire was racing through his veins, and he was scared. So scared. It was dark, from what he could tell, and there were voices. No-wait a minute. There were lights. A flash of light racing past above him every few seconds. People were shouting orders, and his vision was spotty. He was drifting in and out of consciousness.

"He's awake! Sir! Sir? What is your name?" a young lady asked him, and he blinked at her. He couldn't speak. He tried, but it hurt too much. "Stay calm," she said, "We're going to look after you," she assured him, and the man on the other side of him frowned.

"Leave him alone, Laura! Just get him to the OR," he shouted, and she wheeled him further down the corridors. Dean slipped back into sleep.

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The sky was blue. It was so blue, but unnaturally so. Like someone had taken a paint brush, and every shade of blue they knew, and painted the sky. Every cloud was perfectly white, and comically perfect. Like a child's drawing. He looked at the arched lines in the sky, resembling birds. The house in front of him was beautiful. A white washed, two storey, brick house with two windows in the front. They had red shutters. The roof was blue, and there was a tyre swing in a gigantic oak tree in the front yard.

A white picket fence partially hid a garden of healthy, red roses. But that's not what scared him. What scared him was the figure crouched in the soil, tending to the flowers. Castiel was there, with a sun hat on and gloves covering his hands. He was wearing gumboots, and was trimming weeds. "Cas?" he asked, and the angel beamed at him.
"Dean! I didn't see you," he stood up to give him a kiss. "Come on". He lead him inside, and Dean followed him confusedly. "Kids! Daddy's home!" An onslaught of excited screaming sounded from somewhere, and two pairs of footsteps raced across polished wooden floors.

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He woke up with a start, like someone had thrown ice water on him. The room around him was bleach white, and smelled of chemicals. He looked down at himself, and saw partially healed stitches covering his arms and hands. His face was itchy, and he reached up and felt sterile bandages. A constant beeping confirmed that he was in hospital, and he frowned. He tried to get up, but his chest flared up with pain and he groaned. An IV was in his right arm.

"Sir?" he heard a kind voice say, and he looked towards the doorway. "Good, you're awake". She entered the small room, and placed a file on the table next to his bed. The thin blanket covering his feet didn't keep out the draft coming in from the open door. "My name is Laura," she told him, "I need to ask you some questions".
"Where's my brother?" he interrupted, hoarsely, and she blinked.
"I'm not sure what you mean, was he with you in the crash?"
"No," he said, "No he wasn't. I just need to see him". She nodded, understandingly, and took out a pen.

"Do you have a contact number for him? I can try to call him". He nodded, but it hurt, and he gave her Sam's mobile number. "And your name?"
He blinked. "Robert Plant," he managed.
"Like the singer?" Laura asked, with a smile.
"Uncanny, isn't it?" he smiled back, still in pain.

"What do you remember about the accident?" she asked him. What did he remember? He laid back again, and closed his eyes. Lights, horns, mud. A young girl screaming.
"Where's the girl? The- the other driver? Is she okay?"
"We were called anonymously, Mr Plant, and told to come to your accident site. I can assume that the other driver called, but we don't know anything about them. We traced the call but it was from a pay phone, not far from the crash".
"So she just left me there?"
"Mr Plant, if she had not called, you may have died. You healed quicker than we expected you to, but we're not sure why". He thought of his children, and held his hand to his stomach.
"Call my brother please. His name is Sam". She nodded, and left the room.

A/N: Lmao

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