The silence was deafening.

When Castiel awoke in a busy hospital, confused and human, his first thought was how quiet it was. He could hear the faint beeping of distant heart monitors, the chatter of doctors and nurses (one of the nurses was doing that thing Dean told him about – flirting?) and the bird song outside his window. But it was so quiet. As an angel, the world spoke to him. He could hear the clouds crawl lazily across the sky, the air around him breathe, the very heartbeat of the earth and the heavens.

How humans coped with being so deaf to the things around them astounded him. Maybe this was the reason they used the Earth as they did, poisoning it with fumes and waste, because they couldn't hear it live.

He glanced around the room. All the walls were bright white and it was giving him a headache. His trench coat was draped over a chair to his right and although it was really quite dirty, it gave him a sense of comfort to see it, something that he recognised in all this confusion.

His phone was in the pocket, he remembered. He wished the coat wasn't so far away because getting to it meant moving. No, he had to. With some effort he leaned over the side of his bed and reached into the deep pocket. It took a few tries as his hand-eye coordination seemed a bit off, but Cas found his mobile and the number he was looking for. It rang a few times and Cas prayed they would pick up, before realising that God probably didn't care about him anymore, and wouldn't be listening.

"Hello?"

"Dean? It's me, Castiel."

"Hey, where've you been recently? In case you forgot, there's this thing going on called the apocalypse, some help now and then would be just fantastic." Came the (angry, was it?) voice from the other end of the phone. Cas let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding.

"-"

"Cas? You there?" Came the voice again. People normally replied after the other person finished speaking didn't they?

"Dean, I don't know where I am, I don't like it." He admitted, "I'm in a hospital somewhere, that much I do know, but I really, really don't like it here."

"Oh, ok, just hold on, me and Sam are gunna come get you 'kay? Just calm down, breath, I need you to tell me what you can see around you."

"It's really quiet Dean, I can't hear them anymore, my brothers, they're gone…Dean… the world…it's –"

"Castiel!" The use of his full name shocked him slightly. Dean never called him Castiel, always Cas (which he secretly…liked? It made him feel warm inside, a bit like when he once drank hot coffee) and he stopped talking to listen.

"Y…Yes, Dean."

"Tell me what you can see so I can find you, understand?"

"Yes."

A/N this is just something I started on the bus, and decided to continue. If you guys like it, I'll write another chapter :D

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