I'll Give You the World.

Chapter 7

For the next few weeks, I slept over at the Novak house many times, and Friday nights just kind of became our thing. I would sleep over, his family would make fun of me, then we would sleep in until 11 or so on Saturday morning. When Cas got an attack, I would take off the rest of class to sit with him in the nurse's office. He tried to convince me to stop that because both of our grades were failing. Whatever. Mine were failing anyway.

Until February. February 25th. That's the day things changed forever. During 2nd period, Cas started getting uncomfortable. It got steadily worse through the period until he had to go to the nurse's office crying. I really needed to get my grade up in this class but I took him anyway and called Chuck to pick him up. I waited, and waited, and waited some more. Cas had fallen asleep. I slowly poked him awake when I saw that Chuck had arrived. I helped him to his feet. He wobbled a bit, clung to my shoulders, then regained his balance. Chuck was just about to take him home when Cas fainted in my arms. Everything from then until 3:42 pm was in slow motion. Everything after was nonexistent.

"Call 911!" I think I shouted. It was hazy. The nurse tried to rationalize, but Chuck and I weren't taking any chances.

"If you won't call, then we'll drive him to the ER."

We loaded Cas into the back seat of the SUV.

"Can't you pull some Snow White type shit? Kiss of life or something?"

"What, you think I haven't tried?"

Chuck drove like a maniac. We got there in record time. I carried Cas bridal style through the doors. "Please. He's having an attack, we don't know what's wrong." A stretcher was brought out and I put Cas down on it.

Not today, I prayed. No one heard me.

I anxiously waited for any news. Chuck had gone to pick up the other Novak's and bring them here.

Before they got back, a nurse walked up to me, clipboard in hand.

"He's awake." I didn't even bother to look at the nurse who stood next to me.

"Where."

"Down the hall, room 114."

I ran and scanned the doors. I found the one labeled 114 and bust through it like that first day at the nurse's office.

"Cas!"

"Dean?" He said weakly. He had a breathing tube and several needles sticking out of his arm.

"What the hell happened?"

"I don't know."

"Are you ok?"

"I'm never ok. You should know this by now." I smiled and shook my head. I was crying again. But he was ok, for the moment.

"I'm here." I sobbed into his shirt. For once, he wasn't crying.

"I wanted to give you the world. I was going to. I was going to give you the world."

"You did give me the world. You gave me you. You are my world." He pulled my head up and kissed me like it was the end of all life.

"I love you. I really love you. You saved my life. Goodbye, Dean."

"Cas, I love you too. What's happening, what do you mean goodbye?"

"I'll miss you." He fell back in his bed. A loud, prolonged beep filled the room. Nurses and doctors filed in around me, getting slower and slower. Time stopped. He was gone. Nothing would ever be the same again.