[ and that'll be the last thing he sends before he's on his way, driving his battered little lincoln continental two states over. it'll be more than a day to get there, but he does in fact arrive.
it's early in the morning, before the sun has even risen that he parks and heads inside.
marching straight up to the front desk and telling the receptionist who he's here for hoping that dean has used his real name for once— assuring her that yes, he's family, with a strange twist of something unidentifiable in his stomach. dean is still asleep in the room when he finally makes it, sam most likely at the nearest motel to sleep.
castiel, naturally, stands and watches him for a while. just because, for a moment, he knows he can get away with it. ]
[ not much more to be said; cas stops texting and Dean sets his phone aside and leans back. “Broken ankle” sounds better than crushing injury, and while he’s gonna be okay, there’s, uh. A lot of reconstructive surgery that went on.
At least the pain meds are good, especially since the nurses aren’t hot.
He’d have escaped days ago except he can’t walk and he moved too slow on crutches. He’d get caught instantly. That and Sam’s had people keep as sharp eye on him when he isn’t here, warning them Dean would absolutely try and give them the slip.
Asshole.
The morphine kicks in and he’s out for twelve hours, a nurse coming in sometime in the night to give him another dose they’ll make him sleep through until morning. He’s out like the dead, and when Cas shows up, he doesn’t budge. He’s got the blanket pulled up to his chin, flowers on the side table from Charlie, a stuffed bear holding a rainbow with a puffy cloud at one end tucked in the bed with him.
[ it's not until he's actually present that castiel realizes how bad it is— after his own stint in the emergency room, back when he was human with a sprained wrist, he knows certain things about how hospitals work. for dean to be here at all is a shock, because dean and sam don't go to hospitals in the first place. for dean to be here for an extended amount of time means that it was serious.
and immediately, he's glad he came. because serious damage may not be repairable. dean said two months, but frankly, dean can't be trusted with his own health.
the question is, does he heal him now, while he's still asleep, or wait until he wakes? he comes around the bed to adjust the stuffed bear so it's snug in the bed with dean. ]
Dean...? Are you awake?
[ ... no, it doesn't seem like he is. he peers at the IV, and there's his answer. morphine. ]
You probably won't be awake for a while. I'd like to ask your permission before I heal you. [ he frowns. ] But I also don't want to make you wait.
[ He’ll wake up eventually, but right now isn’t going to be the moment it happens. The morphine cocktail is strong, and he’s breathing long and deep, cuddling his bear.
He can hear Cas, but it just seeps into his subconscious, Cas appearing in his dream just by way of his voice.
It’s a nice dream. Calm, on the dock in front of the cabin he always dreams about. He’s teaching Cas to fish, showing him how to bait a hook, throw the line properly, fasten sinker and bobber.
[ he can tell that dean is dreaming, but he doesn't know what he's dreaming of. he could step into his dream, but that would take a lot of power he doesn't have— he frowns at the thought of the deal that dean offered (rather, demanded) and then tries not to think too much about it. his first thought was to find some way to weasel out of it, but a part of him knows he probably won't be able to.
so best to put it from his mind.
instead, he watches dean, and lets the sight bring him some peace. at least right now, dean isn't in any pain. ]
I'm sorry you got hurt. I wish I had been there.
[ he looks around, then moves away to pull a chair up. this is what people do when they come to keep vigil over their loved ones, yes? he perches with a sigh. ]
Remember when I told you I wasn't here to perch?
[ isn't that funny to think about now, all these years later? funny, and a little sad. ]
[ The dream is a little odd, Cas’ voice permeating his haze of sleep, but not so much that it actually wakes him up.
He shifts, but not much. A shuffle of sheets; the medication has him immobile, limbs heavy as lead. Probably half the attempt to keep him in the hospital where he should be.
His sigh is audible, a long exhale, expressing peaceful, relaxed. ]
[ can dean hear him, wherever he is? sleep is a strange thing, a semi-permeable state with less clear delineation than the average person may assume. his first dreams had been terrifying, because of his own difficulty telling dream from reality, though he eventually grew used to it— the fear, the sense of unreality.
and now he doesn't dream. his grace seems to block of that avenue of humanity, even though he's still gets so tired he needs to sleep more often than not. ]
[ Peace is certainly a new one - even if it’s due to a heavy flow of
medication that hasn’t worn off yet. He looks younger, skin smoothed, the
perpetual frown lifted as he cuddles his bear, fingers wrapped protectively
around synthetic fur.
Dream Cas is there on the dock again, Dean handing him the pole,
telling him to pull it back, throw and release the line. Easy, he says.
I missed you, Cas says, and Dean doesn’t understand, a tiny
frown on his face appearing in the waking world. ]
[ easy. dean might not say that about what he's trying to do now— and what is he trying to do? offer some small nugget of honesty, he supposes. after everything. or maybe he's just being selfish again, saying the things he's wanted to say that he knows dean might find awkward or objectionable.
castiel smiles and looks down at his knees, where his hands are resting on them, fingers twisted together. maybe that's why he doesn't notice the frown— or maybe he just doesn't imagine he could be the cause of it. ]
It's my fault that I've been away. Not yours. I hope you understand that.
[ castiel hesitates before reaching out to stroke the bear's fur, in place of touching dean himself. it's a sorry substitute, but the stuffed toy is warm from dean's body heat, and that will have to be enough. ]
I know that I hurt you— when I said I didn't trust you. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean it. And I should tell you that, but I can't.
[ because, the truth is, he doesn't deserve to be forgiven.
and maybe he's afraid that dean won't, even if he makes the penance he's due.
[ for such small words, the phrase ‘I’m sorry’ can have such big meaning. Often it’s trite, not even remotely heartfelt, a lie to obtain whatever it is the speaker is looking for. Forgiveness, money. Sex. Doesn’t matter.
Still, Dream!Cas says it and Dean is confused still, the words a blur his drug fogged head annotates. But he hears, somehow, he hears the words from a disembodied voice and he shuffles closer, closer. Wanting, but unable to reach. His physical body twitches, but his dream self reaches, wants. It takes, wraps a hand around Cas’. Their hands are warm, woven together. It’s good. Right. Where it should be.
Dont be sorry. It reverberates in his head, a mantra. No sorrow. No regret. Only them and a sunrise, skin lot by the colors of the sun. ]
[ castiel watches dean move in his sleep and remembers how he once slid into his dreams with ease, diving beneath the surface of his mind like some sleek seabird. he wishes he could do it now, see what dean is dreaming, sooth the fears that chase him through the night (and in this case, day). but if he wants to have the strength to heal dean, he can't spare any for his own indulgences.
he tips his head down, moving his hand from the toy bear's head. his fingers brush dean's arm as he folds both of his hands in his lap to stare at his fingers. ]
I love you, you know.
[ he knows he'll never get another opportunity to say it.
why not now? the words hanging heavy from his lips like another apology. it sounds like one, when he says it.
i love you. i'm sorry for loving you. you deserve better than me. ]
[ He holds Cas' hand in his dream, their fingers entwined, stares at the sunlight reflected over rippling water. It looks like diamonds sprinkled across, glinting in the fading light as the sun sinks lower and lower.
I love you, you know, Cas says and Dean laughs in his dream, leans closer, though shoulders touching, weight against one another when Cas responds in kind.
I know, he says, like he's Harrison Ford in Star Wars, a grin on his face, eyes crinkling at the corners. I love you, too.
Heat floods him, a warmth in his chest, the lifeless organ that is his heart coming back to life, pumping blood in his veins for the first time in years. He wants this to last forever, this moment, this dream, but it's already beginning to fade, Cas turning more and more translucent, fading from view, a vision created in his mind. Dean reaches, grasps at him in desperations, fingers gliding through mist and only catching wisps as Cas' smiling face disappears like the Chesire cat, and he's left with only pain and wakefulness, groaning his way back into the waking world. ]
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only like two
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don’t waste your juice on me you gotta save your strength
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I'll see you soon.
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you don’t know where I am
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cas
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I’ll make you a deal
I’ll tell you what hospital and let you do your thing, if you let me recharge your battery with the whole soul touchy thing
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[ if it wasn't, he obviously would have brought it up by now—
but he's already wavering. bending to the selfish, subconscious thing that wants, more than all else, for an excuse to touch dean's soul. ]
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you won’t kill me :) I trust you
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But I agree to your terms.
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[ and that'll be the last thing he sends before he's on his way, driving his battered little lincoln continental two states over. it'll be more than a day to get there, but he does in fact arrive.
it's early in the morning, before the sun has even risen that he parks and heads inside.
marching straight up to the front desk and telling the receptionist who he's here for hoping that dean has used his real name for once— assuring her that yes, he's family, with a strange twist of something unidentifiable in his stomach. dean is still asleep in the room when he finally makes it, sam most likely at the nearest motel to sleep.
castiel, naturally, stands and watches him for a while. just because, for a moment, he knows he can get away with it. ]
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At least the pain meds are good, especially since the nurses aren’t hot.
He’d have escaped days ago except he can’t walk and he moved too slow on crutches. He’d get caught instantly. That and Sam’s had people keep as sharp eye on him when he isn’t here, warning them Dean would absolutely try and give them the slip.
Asshole.
The morphine kicks in and he’s out for twelve hours, a nurse coming in sometime in the night to give him another dose they’ll make him sleep through until morning. He’s out like the dead, and when Cas shows up, he doesn’t budge. He’s got the blanket pulled up to his chin, flowers on the side table from Charlie, a stuffed bear holding a rainbow with a puffy cloud at one end tucked in the bed with him.
Stare away. ]
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and immediately, he's glad he came. because serious damage may not be repairable. dean said two months, but frankly, dean can't be trusted with his own health.
the question is, does he heal him now, while he's still asleep, or wait until he wakes? he comes around the bed to adjust the stuffed bear so it's snug in the bed with dean. ]
Dean...? Are you awake?
[ ... no, it doesn't seem like he is. he peers at the IV, and there's his answer. morphine. ]
You probably won't be awake for a while. I'd like to ask your permission before I heal you. [ he frowns. ] But I also don't want to make you wait.
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He can hear Cas, but it just seeps into his subconscious, Cas appearing in his dream just by way of his voice.
It’s a nice dream. Calm, on the dock in front of the cabin he always dreams about. He’s teaching Cas to fish, showing him how to bait a hook, throw the line properly, fasten sinker and bobber.
He grips his bear tighter. ]
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so best to put it from his mind.
instead, he watches dean, and lets the sight bring him some peace. at least right now, dean isn't in any pain. ]
I'm sorry you got hurt. I wish I had been there.
[ he looks around, then moves away to pull a chair up. this is what people do when they come to keep vigil over their loved ones, yes? he perches with a sigh. ]
Remember when I told you I wasn't here to perch?
[ isn't that funny to think about now, all these years later? funny, and a little sad. ]
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He shifts, but not much. A shuffle of sheets; the medication has him immobile, limbs heavy as lead. Probably half the attempt to keep him in the hospital where he should be.
His sigh is audible, a long exhale, expressing peaceful, relaxed. ]
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[ can dean hear him, wherever he is? sleep is a strange thing, a semi-permeable state with less clear delineation than the average person may assume. his first dreams had been terrifying, because of his own difficulty telling dream from reality, though he eventually grew used to it— the fear, the sense of unreality.
and now he doesn't dream. his grace seems to block of that avenue of humanity, even though he's still gets so tired he needs to sleep more often than not. ]
I... missed you, you know.
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[ Peace is certainly a new one - even if it’s due to a heavy flow of medication that hasn’t worn off yet. He looks younger, skin smoothed, the perpetual frown lifted as he cuddles his bear, fingers wrapped protectively around synthetic fur.
Dream Cas is there on the dock again, Dean handing him the pole, telling him to pull it back, throw and release the line. Easy, he says.
I missed you, Cas says, and Dean doesn’t understand, a tiny frown on his face appearing in the waking world. ]
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castiel smiles and looks down at his knees, where his hands are resting on them, fingers twisted together. maybe that's why he doesn't notice the frown— or maybe he just doesn't imagine he could be the cause of it. ]
It's my fault that I've been away. Not yours. I hope you understand that.
[ castiel hesitates before reaching out to stroke the bear's fur, in place of touching dean himself. it's a sorry substitute, but the stuffed toy is warm from dean's body heat, and that will have to be enough. ]
I know that I hurt you— when I said I didn't trust you. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean it. And I should tell you that, but I can't.
[ because, the truth is, he doesn't deserve to be forgiven.
and maybe he's afraid that dean won't, even if he makes the penance he's due.
which is worse? he wonders. ]
I'm sorry.
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Still, Dream!Cas says it and Dean is confused still, the words a blur his drug fogged head annotates. But he hears, somehow, he hears the words from a disembodied voice and he shuffles closer, closer. Wanting, but unable to reach. His physical body twitches, but his dream self reaches, wants. It takes, wraps a hand around Cas’. Their hands are warm, woven together. It’s good. Right. Where it should be.
Dont be sorry. It reverberates in his head, a mantra. No sorrow. No regret. Only them and a sunrise, skin lot by the colors of the sun. ]
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he tips his head down, moving his hand from the toy bear's head. his fingers brush dean's arm as he folds both of his hands in his lap to stare at his fingers. ]
I love you, you know.
[ he knows he'll never get another opportunity to say it.
why not now? the words hanging heavy from his lips like another apology. it sounds like one, when he says it.
i love you. i'm sorry for loving you. you deserve better than me. ]
i'll never measure up to a drunken tag
I love you, you know, Cas says and Dean laughs in his dream, leans closer, though shoulders touching, weight against one another when Cas responds in kind.
I know, he says, like he's Harrison Ford in Star Wars, a grin on his face, eyes crinkling at the corners. I love you, too.
Heat floods him, a warmth in his chest, the lifeless organ that is his heart coming back to life, pumping blood in his veins for the first time in years. He wants this to last forever, this moment, this dream, but it's already beginning to fade, Cas turning more and more translucent, fading from view, a vision created in his mind. Dean reaches, grasps at him in desperations, fingers gliding through mist and only catching wisps as Cas' smiling face disappears like the Chesire cat, and he's left with only pain and wakefulness, groaning his way back into the waking world. ]
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