Angels Among Us *A Destiel high school story*

#24 Castiel's POV

Days pass.

The people that are frequently surrounding Dean, start to deplete.

Slowly, I realize what's going on, but I refuse to believe it.

Just the other night, before I left, I thought I saw his eyelids start to flutter.

But, I guess I was imagining things.

I'm not sleeping that well, so it figures.

They have told us: Sam, Gabe, and I, that they are going to have to take him off life support soon.

Seeing, there are no signs of life in him.

Gabe is often away more, not visiting as much.

He is busy with Sam, planning Dean's funeral.

He says that it's going to be beautiful.

Only the best for a Winchester.

I do not partake in any of this, I have not yet given up hope.

We still have 48 hours left, before they pull the plug.

Before, I have to face the truth.

Let go.

So, I don't go home anymore, I stay all night with Dean, channeling as much of my grace as I can, into him.

The cuts and gashes on his face, are slowly healing, so it is some improvement.

Gabe says, that if anything, at least he'll look better for his funeral.

I don't say anything to that, there is nothing really I could say.

I also still sing to him, the same song, over and over.

I guess, I'm hoping he'll finally wake up and tell me to 'shut the f**k up'.

The thought makes me smile.

I'd like that.

"Mr. Novak, you're going to have to leave now. The doctor needs to check on Dean. Okay?"

I nod, sadly.

This happens every evening, a person comes in and tells me I have to leave, while the 'doctor person' checks on Dean.

They always leave after, face grim and expressionless.

When I ask the people who are looking after Dean, if he's getting better, they do not respond.

Some, don't even look in my direction.

I have missed so much school.

The people there, all of them, are apparently praying for him.

Hoping he'll 'get well soon'.

Even Lisa, who had only been here once, wishes he'd get better.

She is very close to her 'due date', and her husband the biology teacher is a nervous wreck.

I think he will need counselling soon.

Lisa makes sure to send me my assignments and homework, but it is hard to concentrate on chemistry and such, when your boyfriend is only holding on by a thin thread and most likely will not make it.

Everyday, I think that maybe they're right.

Maybe, Dean's already dead.

Maybe, I am wasting my time.

Maybe, I should stop and just accept the facts.

"You may come back in now, Mr. Novak. Thank you.", someone says, giving me a sad smile.

I nod, slowly walking back in, and back towards his bed.

There are tubes all through him, the monitor next to him, blank, not able to tell what is going on.

I grab his cold pale white hand in mine and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hold back my tears.

"How are you, Dean?", I ask, to the empty silence around me.

"I hope you're still doing okay. The people at the hospital are trying their hardest to keep you alive. As am I. But, it is really hard, Dean. I miss you so much. I don't even care about you not telling Lisa about us. Everyone at school, is praying for you. Hoping you will 'get well soon'. I love you, Dean. I cannot do this without you, besides, the spring formal is coming up, and I really want to go with you. I want everyone to know the truth, that I am in love with you, Dean Winchester. I have been, since the day I first laid eyes on you. You are the love of my life and I'll do anything for you. So, if you can hear me, please, wake up, soon. Sam is not doing so well. He is often sleeping and does not even talk to Jess, anymore. Even Gabe, misses you. We all do. Everything is going to be okay. I'm not giving up, yet. Not ever.", I say to him, choking back more sobs.

Than, I sing to him again, as the lights in the hospital room start to dim, and the room fades to a complete darkness.

The only sounds left, the shuffling of feet outside the door, and my tired broken voice as I sing to him.

"Oh... I believe there are angels among us. Sent down to us from somewhere up above..."