!Two Months Later!

Dean pulled up to the front of the hospital with a grim look upon his face. He had a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hand and a, ironically, stuffed bear that was made to look like an angel. Dean got these things once a week for Castiel. Ever since he was put into the hospital, the doctors have had various machines and tubes attached to Castiel, always making Dean feel uncomfortable. Dean stood outside his car for a few minutes and stared up at the hospital. He bowed his head as tears threatened to fall from his eyes and he quickly shook his head making them disappear, slamming the car door shut. He walked slowly to the hospital, knowing Castiel would be in the same state he was in since Dean brought him here. He kept running through his head why this had to happen to Castiel. He didn't deserve this at all. It broke Dean's heart to see Castiel so broken especially for this long. The doctors had told him that if Castiel broke from his unconscious state that they would let Dean know. He hasn't heard anything from him.

"Hello Dean!" The nurse at the head desk broke him from his trance and he blinked for a moment before nodding in her direction. He was becoming a familiar here as he visited Castiel every day. Dean walked to the elevator and got on, clicking the button for the second floor. He sighed, the routine becoming uncomfortably familiar to him. He stepped out of the elevator almost getting run over by two doctors and a hand full of nurses running down the hall. He stepped out of the elevator once more and his eyes went wide.

Dean ran down the hall after the staff to stop right in the door way of Castiel's room. Dean's eyes were suddenly wide in horror as the heart monitor showed Castiel's heart flat lining. Dean didn't notice the tears running down his face or the gifts, he was bringing Castiel, hit the floor.

"CAS!?" Dean screamed and two nurses came to him, trying to coax him from the room but Dean didn't budge as he watched in disbelief as the doctors did CPR on Castiel. Dean felt weak as the doctors continued. Dean finally let the two nurses get him into the hall and sat him down in a chair. They tried to comfort him but to no good as he waved them away. The two left him alone as he rested his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

"You son of a bitch, Cas… You lasted two damn months on that stupid equipment without a single problem but now... Oh my God…" Dean talked to himself over and over. He would dig his nails into his skull to keep himself from throwing a fit in the hospital then lean back and stare at the lights in the ceiling as he tried to calm down.

It felt like hours but the doctors finally came out of Castiel's room, one of them coming over to Dean as he stood. The doctor didn't look happy nor did he look distressed. Dean just stared at him as the doctor tried to find the right words.

"Well?..." Dean egged on.

"We… were able to get his heart rate steady again but we don't know what is keeping him from waking. We gave him some more antibiotics to help him out so if he was to wake up soon, it would at least be in a couple of hours." The doctor stuffed his hands into his pockets with a grim look.

"Great."

"The question is still out there if you wa-"

"No. That is out of the question… You leave him on the equipment or you have me to deal with."

"Alright, sir." The doctor walked away and Dean watched him go before kicking the wall and walking over to Castiel's room. The flowers and bear were still on the floor where he dropped them. He picked them up and slowly walked over to Castiel's bed side. He replaced last week's flowers with the new ones and he placed the bear by his side. Dean looked at Castiel. He studied the features of his sleeping face and reached forward, brushing Castiel's messy hair out of his face.

"Hey, Cas… I'm… I'm here again. Same time as every other day." He smiled sadly, trying to force out a laugh.

"You know… you need to get your ass better. I don't know what I'm going to do if I have to keep hearing Sammy plead on getting a dog from the shelter we drove by last Friday. I'd like to pick up and move on from here but… I… can't bring myself to leave you here…" Dean's mouth fought between a smile and a frown, his lip quivering. His hand grabbed the bed side hard, his knuckles turning white as Dean slumped over, crying once more.

Two hours passed and Dean was still sitting in the chair in Castiel's room. Dean watched the angel lay there, listening to nothing but the occasional beeps from the machines. Dean sighed, his eyes dry of tears, as he stood and walked over to Castiel's bed side again. Dean looked out the window for a few minutes then back to Castiel.

"When they were done working on fixing you up on the inside, I paid them a hefty price to get you in this room… That way… when you woke up, you'd have a peaceful view. But… it is almost in vain." He stares down at Castiel's unmoving face. Dean looks up when he hears the beeps on the monitor slowing down.

"No… no no no…. Come on Cas, you've got to pull through it…" He pleaded with the unmoving body of the angel.

As if he heard him, the beeps went back to normal and Dean looked down at Castiel. He kept thinking to himself what he should say or do in case he doesn't wake up. He went over and grabbed his chair, bringing it back to Castiel's bed side. Dean sat down, looking at Castiel's face and then his hand. Dean felt uneasy about this but started reaching for Castiel's hand, stopping momentarily then going and grabs his hand, holding it in his. Dean just looks down at their hands and he uses his thumb to stroke the back of Castiel's hand, surprised by how soft his skin was for an angel warrior. Dean grinned a little to himself then sighed, hanging his head once more.

Dean stayed like that for a few minutes before thinking it over continuously in his head. He looked at Castiel, knowing that if he was still here and able to hear, he would know what Dean was saying.

"Cas…" He froze wondering if he really wanted to say such things. He gnawed on his bottom lip before realizing what he would say.

"Cas, I need you." He looked at the angel's face.

"I also… have something pretty damn stupid to tell you… but I won't say it until you are conscious and recovering."

Dean sat there with Castiel's hand in his for another hour or so before he sighed, realizing Castiel would not wake right now. He slowly let go of Castiel's hand, his own suddenly feeling cold where his hand once was. Dean grabbed the chair and put it back along the opposite wall. He headed for the door slowly, his boots making thuds from his feet feeling like lead but he stopped. Dean turned and looked back at Castiel before walking over to him and he leaned down, kissing his forehead. Dean kept his lips there for a bit before leaning his forehead on Castiel's then standing back up and leaving the room.

Dean left the hospital feeling empty and cold, not like normal. The fact he almost saw Castiel die for good was enough to make up his mind about the situation. If Castiel ever did wake up, he had something he needed to tell him.