It Hit Me Hard [Destiel- Highschool- Human!Cas]

The Storm Rages On. [reuploaded]

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Don't kill me.

Castiels POV:

Dean. Just when we thought he was getting better.

The damn cancer spread to his lungs. He had to be placed on oxygen tanks. Normal I would have chuckled at how ridiculous he looked, but the Winchester household had no joking sprit left in them.

Sam stayed in his room.

Bobby stayed in the study.

But I stayed at his side. For a while I hated the two for avoiding him when we never knew how long we would get. I guess I can understand now.

Dean had been in intensive care for about 2 days, because of his growing lung tumour, When we learned just how critical his condition was.

"I'm sorry Cas.. for dragging you into this.. I should of just drove.. past you that day without a second glance."

I wanted to punch him for saying that.

"Dean." I growled, "how could you say that, how could you say you regret meeting me, that you regret us?!"

Dean's face twisted at my words. "No! That's not what I meant.. What I meant was.. That.. I regret that I'm going to hurt you.." The fact that he had to keep pausing to catch his breath made it even worse.

"And It's really not you fault. After all, I was the one who climbed into a stranger's car."

Dean chuckled and I grabbed his hand.

He eventually fell asleep. I sat there and watched his chest rise and fall until I fell asleep.

That night I dreamt of a happy, full of life Dean. Where he was healthy and strong. We laid in a field watching coulda pass, he had a cough, I didn't mind but it kept getting worse and worse.

I looked at him and he was sick again, his body small and eyes sunken in.

I woke up in a cold sweat screaming.

"Cas baby, shhhhh." Dean pressed my head to his chest and stroked my hair softly speaking to me. Ellen poked her head in the door.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

"Bad dream." Dean smiled at her.

She nodded. "Anything you boys need?" She asked

I shook my head but Dean told her to get two waters and a granola bar.

She came back quickly and handed Dean the items.

Dean thrusted a bottle at me.

"Drink."

(Do the hydration dance. Because we stayed hydrated.)

I slowly sipped it for awhile.

Dean opened the granola bar and forced it into my hand.

"When's the last time you ate?"

I sat up and shrugged. "I don't know, nor do I care."

Dean sighed, "well I do, so eat."

I reluctantly took a bite. Only when I finished that did I realise how long it had actually been since I had last ate. It had maybe been 2 days.

I laid my head back down on Dean's chest and he continued stoking my hair.

I fell asleep like that. It was nice. I had missed the small comforts Dean had given me.

A/N~~

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