My lovely Winchester (A Dean Fanfic)

Chapter 17: Cass

"CASS?" Deans voice boomed with concern, I was horrified at the sight I was looking at. Dean scrambled to put his boxers on and get out of bed. "God damnit! SAMMY GET IN HERE NOW" I heard rustling from the other room as Sam came running out. I now was in sheer panic as I ran to Cass's side.

Sam ran to Cass immediately checking for a pulse. "What happened to him?" Sams face was plastered with concern, I think all of us were. "I don't know he just came bursting in here after Molly got done talking" Sam looked up at me and gave a small smile. I could tell he was disappointed in me too. "Well we need to get him up I don't think leaving him on the floor will do him any good. He is still breathing so he will be okay..... for now"

Dean picked Cass up off the ground slightly grunting under Cass's weight. "Gosh I need to work out more or he needs to lay off the burgers." Deans comment made me laugh a bit. The way Dean was carrying Cass made me honestly think all those Destiel story's were some what true. Cringing from my own thoughts I quickly shook them out of my head as I trailed behind the boys.

"Molly could you please clean up Cass's blood" Sam said as I stood outside the door way as they cleaned up Cass's lifeless body. "Yeah of course." Sam gave me a reassuring smile as I turned and went into the kitchen to get cleaning supplies. Pros of living with the Winchester well their the fucking Winchester's! Cons well their the fucking Winchester oh and they make you do the dirty work. I walked back to the mess and started cleaning. Yeah it was gross but since I was going to college to be a doctor the blood didn't bother me much. FUCK I forgot about college and Adele..... Gosh I'm a horrible friend... how could I just forget about everything like that yeah the past few weeks were pretty crazy but you don't just forget about things that's are important like that?

"You alright?" I looked up to see Dean leaning over me I guess I must have been 'cleaning' for awhile. "Yeah I'm fine how's Cass?" "He's Cass he'll be fine." Dean took a swig of his beer and stood back up extending his hand to help me up. I swear that man can't go two minutes without some form of alcohol in his system. I guess that's what being an alcoholic will do to you. I could never stand the stuff, always thought it was gross. I took his hand and stood up grabbing the bloody paper towels and throwing them away as Dean stood behind me, something was bothering him I could tell and it wasn't the fact that Cass was laying in a room unconscious.

"What's on your mind?" I turned around looking Dean in the eyes. Dean stared at me at me a bit longer then shrugged taking another swig of beer before turning around and walking out. I wonder what that was all about?