Angel With A Shotgun

Change Of Plans

---Dean---

Castiel had been unconscious for days. When we came home from our last job he was still lying there, totally helpless. without Cas' knowledge and help it's been difficult to get through to solving the overall biggest issue - the Apocalypse. All hell broke lose, literally, and the angels are at war. That was the last information we had gotten on the situation.

Since Cas was dismissed from heaven and had his wings torn out, did it mean he wasn't an angel anymore? that he had no connection to heaven? was he human? all these unanswered questions.

Cas, you son of a bitch, we need you. Wake the hell up. I thought to myself.

Days passed in a slow pace and every hour felt like days. There hadn't been a job for weeks. It was as though since Cas shut down everything else went down with him. Was he gonna wake up ever again?

Of course he will. He's Castiel. I comforted myself with the thought of him being invincible, but I did know better. The archangels took his wings ergo his angelic power, or what the hell that meant.

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"You think he's-" Sam started the dreadful sentence

"Sam, don't go there" I hesitated.

"He's fine, I mean, he just needed a nap, alright?" I finished with a lot more confidence than I felt.

Sam nodded at me and I could see how his eyes were glowing with pity.

I turned around to take a glance at the broken angel lying on my bed, hoping that he would wake up any second. But no. Still no sign of Cas being here. I turned my back on him to face my brother.

"What do you suggest we do, huh? Leave him for the wolves?" I said angrily as I met my brothers judging eyes. He knew the odds were terrible, and deep down, no matter how hard it was to admit, I knew it too. I just couldn't let Sam see it. See me crashing down, see me being confused and not have a plan. No, I was always the strong one, and this is a situation where I needed to play that role.

"Dean... You need to be realistic-"

"No, Sam, out there," I pointed at the window. "That's realistic. Now we just gotta hope, okay?"

Sam nodded and turned his stare to the ground.

"Alright. Okay. That's what you want, I'll let you have your hope." He said after a awkward pause.

It really seemed like he was searching for something wise to say. Weird considering the fact that Sam always knew what to say. He was always the head in our missions, dad admired him for that. he would look at Sam in a whole different way than he ever looked at me.