#; tragedybefalls / dean / 038

[waywardfeathered]

tragedybefalls‌        ☾        dean .

it takes everything in him to wade back through the darkness to the pinprick of light calling his name. he wants so desperately to stay here in the blanket of darkness, to just stop for a moment. and he doesn’t know how long it takes, but blurry, unfocused eyes blink open. cas is a hazy figure, even as close as he is, and it requires almost the remnants of his energy to wave the angel away.

“‘m fine,” he mumbles. “jus’ tired.” he straightens, swaying a moment. “think – think i’m gonna –” flattens a hand on the table as leverage to push himself to his feet. “bed.” he takes one step and nearly falls, his hand on the table the only thing keeping him upright. eyes close for a moment as the world spins. he knows something is wrong. he knows sleep isn’t going to fix this.

“cas –” it’s a warning, dean’s tone shaky. vision swims, a ringing high in his ears, the weight of his heart beating sinking against him. “i don’t,” he starts, fingers digging into the wood of the table. “i don’t feel so good.”

and then he’s falling, the darkness claiming him as it’s own.

               you’re not... but he can’t get the words out, too terrified. he lays a hand onto the side of dean’s neck, steadies him with a gentle grip on his upper arm with his other hand. this isn’t normal exhaustion, cas knows that much.

                    “hey, hey, hey,” he mumbles, trying to become a calming presence, but failing. he sinks onto the floor with the other man, as he collapses.

               instinct has castiel gather his ability to heal, using every last bit of energy he has to try to fix... he doesn’t know what he’s trying to fix, and it doesn’t work. doesn’t work even as he gasps from the sheer drain of energy, trying again, and again, in half-panic, unwilling to lose his everything again, not now, not when they only got him back hours ago!

                    he snaps out of it, can’t be more than a few minutes later, with sam, jack and mary hovering over them.

               “we need to... hospital,” he says, humane instinct taking over a celestial creature, grasping for every straw he comes up with.

                    he refuses to lose dean, again.