Angels Among Us *A Destiel high school story*

#22 Castiel's POV

"Dean! DEAN!", I scream, as I watch his body fall towards the rushing water below.

I cannot hear much, Sam is crying and shaking violently, as am I.

All I can think is they I caused this.

I'm the one who caused Dean Winchester to take his life and die on a bridge.

It's all my fault.

I shouldn't have been so mean to him, I should've reasoned with him, I should've told him that we'd be okay.

I never should've told him there would never again be a next time.

Because, now it was true.

There was not going to be a next time.

Not ever again.

Just the same, when the paramedics arrived, Sam and I both insisted that Dean be taken to the hospital first.

Before, anything else happened.

So, we got into the back of the ambulance, lights flashing and sirens screeching.

Sam, in a corner, all tucked up, head down, sobbing loudly.

Me, keeping a death grip on Dean's pale cold hand, tears falling quickly out of my eyes and onto the white sheet, covering most of his body.

Which looks unrecognizable, as I sit now in his room at the hospital, still holding tightly to his hand, hoping all the while that he'll wake up.

Sam has been in and out, never staying long, but when he is in here, sobbing constantly and yelling at Dean to wake the hell up already.

And, when he doesn't, Sam leaves, his eyes sad, dark circles underneath them.

In the hallway, he starts crying again.

Loud, angry, sobs.

He wants his brother back.

And, I feel truly awful because of it.

Everyday, I sing to him.

Maybe, it is because I'm upset and singing is the best way to get my emotions in check, or maybe it is because I like to think that somewhere very far away, Dean can hear me.

I found a really beautiful song about my kind on the internet (as Dean calls it) and started to learn the words to it.

Now, I know it basically by heart, and can sing every line.

Most days though, I sing through my tears, the words unclear and wavering.

Sometimes at night, I just say it.

The words dull and flat in the still silence.

I guess, I believe that if anything can bring Dean back, it will be knowing that I'm here and that I am truly sorry about everything.

"Oh... I believe that there are angels among us. Sent down to us from somewhere up above. They come to you and me in our darkest hours. To show us how to live, teach us how to give, to guide us with a light of love."

People often come in and check on me, see how I'm doing.

They do not question my singing, or how I constantly hold Dean's hand.

They do not object when I kiss his cheek when I leave with Sam to get something to eat and rest.

And, they do not care at all when I say 'I love you' to him.

They only care about what needs to happen.

About helping me let go.

But, I won't let go.

Not yet.

I can't.

I have even tried using my grace to heal him.

It is hard though, because I only have so much.

I can only use a little at a time, no more than that.

As I heal him, I feel the life slowly appear back in him.

In tiny movements, like a muscle twitch, and more lately, a slight fluttering of the eyelids.

The people around him and us, they never see any of this.

I do not want them to.

They mustn't know my true ability.

What I can do.

So, when they all stop hanging around me and him, I go to work using as much of my grace as I can to revive him, if only for a little while.

Since the 'accident'(nobody will say that he's dead), Gabe has been helping Sam and I, also.

He has no grace, having fallen from Heaven, but he still manages to help us in whatever other ways he can.

"They wear so many faces. Show up in the strangest places. To Grace us with their mercy, in our time of need. Oh... I believe there are angels among us. Sent down to us. Sent down to us from somewhere up above. They come to you and me in our darkest hours. To show us how to live, teach us how to give, to guide us with a light of love. To guide us with a light of love."

That night, I leave to go home.

Gabe is waiting for me in the car, Sam passed out in the backseat.

He smiles sadly at me, as I get into the car.

We don't talk at all on the way home.

He knows that I'm exhausted and slowly losing hope in bringing back Dean.

Yet, unlike the people at the hospital, he doesn't say that we should give up hope.

That I should give up hope.

And to me, that means a lot.

It means that not everyone is like Balthazar.

They are good people out there.

You just have to find them.