Dean returned from the cellar and briskly walked by Meg. Before she could say anything, he was out the door. She thought to go down in the basement and check it out, but she dismissed the thought quickly and went to the Impala.
She got in the driver's seat and started the car. Dean remained silent. Since the radio was busted, thanks to Dean's fist, they couldn't listen to music to fill the awkward silence. Finally, Meg spoke.
"What the hell happened? Is he dead? I didn't hear a gunshot."
"Let's get outta here." He deadpanned.
"Not until you give me answers."
"The cops are gonna be here any minute, come on, let's go."
Meg sighed and pulled out of the driveway. Once they got on the interstate, Meg spoke up again.
"Seriously, what's you do to him? Smother him with a goddamned pillow or something? What?"
"Called the cops. Told 'em they'd find an attempted murderer in that basement. Nothing else."
"Really? Cause you seemed dead set on killing this d-bag."
"That was before I confronted him."
"You wussed out, didn't you?"
"I didn't wuss out. Prison is much worse than death."
"Yeah, cause free food and a place to crash must be hell squared."
"You ever been?"
"What, in the hoosegow? Once. A long time ago. I was nineteen trying to pass as twenty one."
"What for?"
"Why do you think, short bus?"
"You're the short bus... short bus."
"Oh. Ouch."
"Shut up. Bitch."
"Jerk."
"So, where are you going from here?"
"Not sure. Wherever the wind blows, I guess."
"Maybe I should drive now."
"No, you still seem a bit out of it. You look exhausted."
"I'm fine. I'll drive, let me drop you off somewhere."
"You stubborn little dickhead."
"That's me. Where should I drop you off?"
"There's a nearby motel. I'll drive there myself, it's only a half a mile away."
"Fine."
Meg took a few glances over at Dean. "Are you sure you're good to drive?"
"I am fine! I just... I guess I feel like my batteries won't recharge."
"That doesn't sound fine. Seriously, tell me where to go, I'll take you to Castiel."
"Whatever. It's in Lawrence, Kansas. Saint Davison Hospital. Since you seem like you're not gonna take no for an answer."
"Damn right."
"Why do you even care?"
"I'd rather not be responsible for your death!"
"I would not die, alright?"
"Right. Just get some rest. You're gonna need it."
And it didn't take long for Dean to fall asleep until they arrived at the hospital.
It was around tenish when they got there. Dean was still out like a light. Meg slapped him on the shoulder, causing him to stir, slowly drifting back into consciousness.
"We're here." She informed, getting out of the car. Dean followed suit, and they went to Cas's hospital room. They were greeted by Dr. Hudson and Adam.
"Ah, Dean. You're back. Thankfully, Castiel is showing signs of improvement."
Dean lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really?"
"Yes. The bullet was successfully removed. We believe he is going to recover quite well. Of course, there's still the... fifty percent chance of something going wrong.
"No. I refuse to believe in that fifty percent. That fifty percent can suck it. He is going to get better."
"Your faith is admirable, Dean. But you shouldn't disregard the inevitable."
"Don't even, Doc. Just don't. That's a fighting word where I come from. If there's a fifty percent chance of something bad, there's a fifty percent chance of something good. And as long as there's the good fifty percent, the bad fifty percent seems like two. He's gonna pull through. Because I know, without a doubt, that we are meant for each other. We are meant to be together. Together forever. And nothing, not even a bullet, can change that."
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Hero (Destiel AU)
Fanfiction(Sequel to Without A Doubt) When Cas gets shot by his father, Jimmy, Dean sets out to find the son of a bitch. And make him pay for hurting his angel. TRIGGER WARNING: Self harm in Chapter Three
