''CAS?! Cas answer me goddamnit!'' screamed Dean as he shook Castiel with the hope that he would just wake up and tell him that everything was alright.

All he wanted was to see that bright smile of his that was finally overcoming his natural shyness. He wanted to wake up on the couch at home with Castiel in his arms and realize that all of this had just been a terrible nightmare. What had become of them? When did they go from flirting awkwardly in an elevator to a life threatening situation? Why did it had to be them?
Dean was just starting to hope that maybe, just maybe, he could finally grasp some of this timeless joy love brings you for himself.
That maybe Cas was here to stay. After being partners at work , they could be partners in life.
But as the tears started to roll down his face cold and sharp like a blade, Dean snapped back to reality and dialled 911 with a trembling hand.
The operator asked him to state his emergency once, twice before Dean could find the words.

''I need an ambulance, my…my friend. I don't know what happened, he's unconscious and doesn't respond to anything. Please, please send help.''asked Dean in a broken voice.

''I'm going to send you help, can you just tell me where you are?'' the operator asked.

Dean looked around him, utterly lost, like his surroundings would give him the answer he needed. Je passed a hand over his face.
He tried to explained where they were but all that came out of his mouth was a arsh sound that didn't sound like him.
As panick took a hold of him he did his best to articulate but he seemed incapable of forming words. His throat started to feel tighter and tighter to the point where his vision slowly became blurry.
He let the phone fall on the floor and heard in the distance the lady on the other end call for him.
He fell on Cas' soft body without really realizing. He could see the sky, he could hear the screams that where still coming from downstairs but he couldn't do anything anymore.
It was like someone suddently turned him into a rag doll, leaving him to wait on the floor until they decided it was time to play again.
Time seemed to pass in a slow motion. Dean tried to enjoy every small breath he could take, fearing that it might be his last.
As he started to accept that this might be the end, he heard the characteristic sound of statics in the corner of the room. He couldn't move but he could hear a laugh that his brain seemed to distort.
It seemed to be low and gravelly at times before becoming high and light right after that, making Dean's ear buzz.
A wave of pure terror ran through his body when he realized that he was in no state to do anything.
He couldn't protect himself and most of all, he couldn't protect Castiel. They were at this lunatic's mercy, condemned to be spectators of their own fates.

''Well, well, well. Look at what we have here. If I said that this isn't the most satisfying scene I've seen in a while I would be lying. Look at you, learning to stand down. I fucking warned you but did you listen? Of course not, you had to play heroes. Well let me break it down for you sweethearts, heroes doesn't exist. This world won't allow it. We're all rotten inside. The only difference is that there is people who accept it and people who keep on lying to themselves. Doing ''the right thing'' doesn't make you a hero or a good person, it just feed that illusion. We are the same you and I, you will come to realize that. Oh talking about being bad, here's another scene I really enjoyed lately. Thank you for handing that to me. Passion usually leads you to be careless but I didn't think you guys would go that far!'' he heard the voice say before his own voice and Cas' resonate through the room.

''Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me. I forgot you can't turn! Here, let me bring it to you. We wouldn't want you to miss the show, even though I'm pretty sure you remember it clearly. '' it laughed.

Two delicate hands covered by black gloves dropped a white laptop on the bed that was in front of them. They then proceeded to turn Castiel's head towards the screen.
Dean wanted to sigh with relief in a way, because no matter how fucked up this situation was it meant that Castiel was most likely in the state he was. At least Cas was alive.

A video started to play on the screen, showing the two of them in the elevator they knew well.
They seemed nervous, a heavy tension floating between them. Dean didn't need to watch to know where this was going.
They had been careless, he had let his desire take over his reason. He had led them here, all of it was his fault.
He could feel another tear run down his cheek as he heard Castiel's voice in the video, begging him to touch him.

He tried to close his eyes but couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. He didn't want see this.
He didn't want this monster to turn what was one of the most intense and precious moments of his life into something harmful. He didn't want Castiel to regret or be ashamed of what they did.

''You surprised me honestly, I didn't think that this one over here had it in him. He was always so shy and awkward, a real good-for-nothing. Of all the people in this house I never imagined that he would be the one causing me trouble or doing that. I mean Gabriel, sure, I would expect that from him but not the sweet little Cassie. Looks like I've underestimated you all these years. But don't worry, I won't make the same mistake twice.'' It declared, visibly amused.

Suddenly, sirens where heard in the distance and Dean could feel the person stop in their tracks.

''Even paralyzed you manage to be a pain in my ass don't you?! Why do you always have to ruin all the fun?! Well, I guess that we will have to finish this another time. I'm going to have to head downstairs and play my role. But worry not, I'll be seeing you even if I doubt that you will be seeing me.'' It spat with rage, closing the laptop and running outside with it.

What seemed to be decades later, Dean heard people coming in and shouting commands. Soon after he was being lift up on a stretcher and carried away to an ambulance.
Some workers stayed behind and he guessed that they would be taking care of Castiel but all he wanted to do was to scream and rush to him.
Hold onto him for dear life until he made sure that he was fine but everything was becoming more and more blurry, the sounds started to mash together in a weird cacophony.
All he could see was the cold and brutal light flashing in front of his eyes.
His head was heavy and his mind was begging him to just let go. They were safe and taken care of now, they would be alright. He tried to fight but he couldn't resist any longer.
He slowly started to feel himself drift away at last. Maybe it was okay to let go. Maybe he would wake up and have his wish granted. Maybe this would only be a nightmare.

''Mister Winchester, can you hear me?'' shouted a woman's voice in Dean's ear.

He grunted and move around slowly, trying his best to run away from it and get back to his dreamless slumber.

''I'll take that as a yes. Come on, help me out here, I'm just trying to do my job. You obviously had a nasty evening but you're safe now and your friend is worried about you.'' She said on a much lower tone.

That's when it all came back to Dean. The dinner, the argument, the panic, the voice. Cas. His eyes snapped open only to close again a second later. White, it was so white and bright that it burned.

''Take it easy, your eyes are still very sensitive after being forced open for so long. You're going to need to put drops frequently and wear sunglasses for some days.'' She explained as he felt her slide glasses on his nose.

''Now try again but slowly.'' She offered.

Dean tentatively opened one eye little by little and found it much easier indeed with a filter between him and the world. He then discovered a tall tanned woman with long black hair standing in front of him with her arms crossed.

''You are finally awake, we were starting to wonder if there was something deeper going on with you. The man you came in with woke up two hours ago and was muttering your name even before that. My name is Dr. Braeden, you were brought in the hospital last night after a 911 call you made. It seems like your friend Castiel and yourself were drugged. Do you remember anything?'' she asked while taking her notepad out.

Dean cleared his throat and realized that he was afraid to speak. The Dr. Braeden saw the fear that played on his features and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

''You will be alright. It might take you some time so be patient but it will be back to normal quickly. Just try to articulate one word after the other even if you feel a bit numb.'' She encouraged.
Dean nodded and swallowed the ball forming in his throat.

''I…Dinner…and fight. Cas…freaked out. Found him…on floor…called 911. '' he muttered, voluntarily omitting the person who did this to them and what they said. He still had no idea of what they should do but involving the police more than they already were might be even more dangerous. They would have to renounce their investigation without even having a real lead and whoever did this would most likely get away with it. Could they allow that? Could they just give up?

Dean knew deep inside that they were too far gone anyway. The voice didn't left a doubt within him. It would be back, now they had to decide whether they would be ready for it or running from it.

''Dean…'' the voice was even deeper as usual and sounded shattered, tired but he knew that he would recognize it anywhere.

Dean turned around painfully to see Castiel looking at him with a smile showing a thousands of emotions and that is when he knew for sure.
There was no turning back, there was no giving up. He looked like a fallen angel and Dean promised himself that he would be strong.
That they would fight and that no one would ever consume Castiel's grace again. Maybe he still had a chance at happiness after all.