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Are you sitting in a confy chair? Do you have your frazzled teddy? Then let's read! Hope you will enjoy it...

Liz

10. Hold Me In Strong Arms

It was just a hell of a fight.

They fought with guns, knifes, angel-power, fists and legs but there were too many demons in that warehouse. Dean didn't complain about Castiel zapping them out of there because all of them were in really bad shape and they really needed to get the hell out of the trap that they had walked into.

He saw that Sam's clothes were torn up, he was covered in tiny cuts, they weren't too deep, thank heavens. Sam could hardly see anything because of the blood streaming into his eyes from the gash over his eyebrows. Castiel had some injuries as well, but since he was an angel, they weren't that awful. Not like Dean's.

Dean thought of himself as a really passionate fighter, he didn't stop after receiving one terrible wound; he fought on for as long as he could stand up. But after each lesion he got, he became weaker, which just made him more vulnerable. As Cas gripped him by his shoulders, he was barely conscious, his arms were marred by deep cuts, and because of a gunshot wound on his right side which was gushing blood, he could hardly breathe or walk.

When he didn't feel the pain anymore, (at least the pain which was caused by Cas zapping them back) he realized that Castiel had brought them back to the motel where they had been staying for the past few days.

"I have to go back!" he heard Sam shouting

"I do not recommend you go back there Sam. They were..."

"No, the car! I have to bring the car back here. All of the medicine is in Dean's backpack in the car!"

He missed when Castiel looked at him, because his mind blacked out for a few seconds but he was quite sure that the angel just raised two fingers to Sam's head.

"I think you should hurry..."

"I will."

No, he wanted to shout but his mouth didn't obey his wishes. He opened his eyes and he had to blink a few times to realize that his little brother just went back to certain death to get some medicine for him. He tried it again.

"No..." a faint, rough whisper came from his mouth. He almost didn't recognize his own strange voice.

Castiel stepped over him, looking down at him, his eyes narrowed as if he wanted to understand Dean's painful groan but couldn't.

"No..." He whispered again, this time his tone stronger, it was almost like his normal voice. "Get...Sammy...back..."

"Your brother has already gone, Dean. He will be back soon. He will bring some remedy to fix your body. You need to rest now."

Rest? How could he rest now! He had to get Sammy back here, he had to bring him home, protect him from the demons hunting for them. He gathered all of his remaining strength, flexed all of his muscles and stood up from the bed.

He could never have imagined the pain that slashed into him. His insides felt like someone wanted to rip them out through the hole in his side. His legs and arms went numb; he was so dizzy he didn't know anymore if he was unconscious or if the world had just speeded up like a merry-go-round.

For a moment his mind went blank. He felt himself falling and then two strong hands went to his back, holding him firmly there for a moment. He felt them raising him up until his body met with another warm one.

Castiel pulled him closer and he felt it. He sensed the angel's gentle but still firm grip on his body even through the grey fog, which ruled his mind. One hand remained on his waist while the other clasped the nape of his neck, tilting his head forward. His head was on Castiel's shoulder now, right next to his neck.

He took a deep breath and smelled an unknown yet somehow pleasant scent. It was Castiel, he knew it, but he didn't know why the smell was so special, good and refreshing. He started becoming more aware of his environment; the fog was lifting from his head. His mind became clearer with every breath he took. His feet weren't shaking anymore, the blood rushed through his veins; he could move his hands again. His right hand shifted immediately around Castiel's waist while his left one slide up on the angel's chest until it reached his collar and gripped it tight.

Fingers brushed through his hair then stopped at his neck, smoothing his sensitive skin. This was something Dean hadn't felt for a long time. It was like home, calm and peaceful. He relaxed between the strong arms, knowing nothing could hurt him here. He didn't worry about his little brother anymore, he was sure Sam would appear soon, giving him his bitch-face for getting injured so badly. While Castiel was holding him he could wipe away even the slightest memory of demons or apocalypse from his mind.

Nothing else existed there. There were only the good things; Bobby, safe and sound at his place, Sammy in the Impala, listening to some of his girly music and Castiel. Cas, safe from both the angels and the demons. Cas, safe from the world and anything hateful or hurtful in it, holding him like this…forever.

"I'm ba... Uhh guys?" Sammy stepped to the room.

"Do you have the medicine?" Dean heard the concern in the angel's soft voice.

"Yes..." Sam probably didn't understand why his brother was hugging a male angel but he quickly seemed to realize that it really didn't matter now.

"Good." Castiel said, helping Dean lay back on the bed.

"Good." Groaned Dean as well as he went back to being horizontal. As the blue eyes moved out of his view, a new, yet unknown emotion rushed through him; body, mind and heart. So good, he thought before he drifted into a healing dream. But this time it wasn't the medicine he was thinking about.

TBC (God, you can NOT imagine how much time did it take me to finally know what TBC means!xD)

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