A Wish Your Heart Makes.
By: TGyamiBakura

So I had this little idea that's probably already been done but I'm going to write it anyways.

Chapter Rating: T

Warnings: I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THE ACTORS AND VERY LITTLE ABOUT HOW JENSEN AND MISHA ACT IN REAL LIFE SO I'M MAKING A LOT OF THIS SHIT UP (while trying to stay historically factual). Jensen and Misha will not be married with children in this fic because I don't dabble in the business of breaking up families and this IS a cockles fic.
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Chapter 1

Do you ever wonder if time is just mocking you? Like perhaps in another life you did something so heinous that it's taking an entire lifetime to repent for that? All of the tears, sweat and blood you put into your existence is crafted by the bitch goddess karma and you're sitting back and taking her for a ride.

Dean often wondered if perhaps that's the reason for the cards he was dealt with. It seemed likely that in another life he was some serial killer or child-rapist and his punishment was the entire weight of the world literally on his shoulders.

They were in a bad position. Sam, Dean and Cas found themselves at the heart of a giant vampire nest, there was no safe way out and they were so swarmed that even Castiel was having a hard time getting the upper-hand. Sam was missing, him having drawn the pack away from them so that they could regroup. Castiel looked at Dean in concern as they hid behind the damp stairwell, watching as the blood dripped down his face. Dean wasn't bitten, but he was messed up pretty badly. The amount of worry in Castiel's eyes had the hunter feeling uncomfortable, but he resigned enough to let Cas heal him. He spoke softly after Dean was back in shape, taking taking face in his soft hands.

"Your cuts are gone, but you'll still have bruises. I'm low on Grace so I can't heal you completely." Dean simply rolled my eyes.

"I think I can handle a few bruises." He said, petulantly, embarrassed by the angel's concern. Cas wasn't backing away. He was standing so close to Dean—Castiel was always standing just a little too close. His blue eyes always lingered on Dean's just a little too long. His hands didn't leave Dean's face either. There was an intensity in his eyes that the Winchester was growing all too familiar with.

"Please be more careful next time, okay?" Cas paused before pressing an incensed kiss to Dean's lips, making his heartbeat do double time. The hunter pulled away, blush on his face obscured by the darkness.

"Y-Yeah whatever," Dean shook the fog that his kiss left from his head and readied his knife, needing so bad to chop a bloodsucker's head off to get rid of the tingles running up and down his spine.

Ever since that night in Kansas City a few months back; The night they first had sex—the night everything changed, Cas had taken advantage of his kissing privileges. Sometimes, if there were a moment in which they were alone, they'd have sex; Hot, fiery, gay sex. They didn't really talk about it—Dean imagined Sam had his suspicions, but it was never really brought to light. That was, admittedly, Dean's fault, since he could never seem to man up and admit he was actually super flaming for an angel of the fucking Lord.

But it all changed the night before when Cas told him he was in love with him and wanted them to be together. Dean didn't know how to react—How does one react when a dude angel tells you he wants to be your boyfriend? No, Dean did what any good Winchester did and avoided it. Pretended it didn't happen and hoped it would just go away.

Cas seemed serious though, casting Dean meaningful looks from time to time. His stares lingered even longer, kisses just a bit more zealous. He wanted an answer and how could Dean admit that yes, fucking yes he loved him?

Dean realized some time after they started doing the dirty together that he'd been in love with Castiel since the moment they met, It only took him a while to see that life was better with Castiel in it. The angel was overly cute and adorkable and Dean couldn't see himself without him. But Dean could definitely see himself with him. Dean could see them waking up together, laughing, smiling, planning hunts together. He could see himself in Cas's arms every day and he could see himself through the years, being with him and never wanting more.

Even though he was an angel, Dean wouldn't mind growing old while Cas remained the same. Dean was pretty sure Cas wouldn't mind it either if his little speech was anything to go by.

Chills ran down Dean's spine as he remembered the words that were spoken to him, Cas's so voice thick with passion and emotion that he wondered if it was really Castiel saying them.

I would fall a thousand times if it meant I could wake up and see your face every morning. I would watch you die in countless lifetimes just so I could enjoy every day you were alive. If this is love then I wear it for everybody to see. Dean Winchester I love your every flaw, I want to be with you when you make mistakes, when you achieve your goals. Your soul is damaged but it is still as beautiful as the day it came into existence. As an angel I know I have no right to be asking, and I know I'm not a human but… I want to be selfish this time. I hope beyond all hope that someday you fall in love with me too.

At the time, Dean's inner voice was screaming "Yes! Fucking yesss!" While his mouth was forming some unintelligible words and he was fighting with his eyes not to start crying just then. Never in his life had anybody taken such beautiful words and applied them to him. Dean fucking Winchester didn't receive love confessions, let alone pure heartfelt ones.

It wasn't like Dean didn't know he was bisexual. One did not suck dick and like it and still claim to be straight (Dean had done it three times now). Granted the initial shock of him liking dick so much threw the oldest Winchester for a loop and he was in some pretty serious denial about the whole thing for a few weeks, but he got over it after the first four times they had sex and it was becoming a regular thing. Dean understood now why gay people liked fucking so much. Dean wouldn't admit it to anyone but being on the receiving end felt hella good and he didn't know if he could give it up now.

That didn't mean Dean was ready to come out. Sam, allegedly, was still in the dark about his thing with Cas, and Dean wasn't interested in announcing it to the world any time soon.

Dean was not ready for commitment. Even with girls, Dean never let it get that far save for Lisa and Ben, and look how that turned out. Being a hunter meant that he couldn't live a cookie cutter (gay) life with scrapbooking and show tunes.

But Dean supposed he could still live a hunter gay life. . . Cas wasn't any damsel in distress and there wouldn't be any children coming into the equation anytime soon, so he had decided to give Castiel's proposal some serious thought. Could Dean really be openly gay with Cas? Could he call him his boyfriend and just. . .

Sam was going to flip-if he didn't know already. No worse, he would be all obnoxious and give Dean the most profound bitchface in the entire world. Dean always suspected Sam was rooting for them to get together. Did he really want to give Sam that kind of satisfaction?

Yes, because if he were truly honest with himself, he was in love with Castiel. He wanted to be with him and he wanted to be open with Sam about it. It wasn't going to be easy to say out loud and completely put his heterosexual life behind him, but he would.

Dean looked deeply into Castiel's eyes and smiled. He wouldn't say it now but maybe if he initiated a kiss, Cas would realize that not all hope was lost.

He leant in, prepared to give him the most heartfelt kiss in the world when suddenly his head exploded in pain and he toppled over, hitting the floor with a loud 'thud'. He looked up to see a vamp fighting with Cas, blocking the angel's advances with a bloody plank of wood. His vision started swimming in and out of focus and his world was slowly going black.

"C-Cas. . ." He croaked, choking on a mouthful of blood that suddenly came up. This wasn't good. He couldn't see anything anymore. He felt his head hit the ground and roll to the side. It was almost like he was detached from his body. His consciousness was slowly slipping and he could do nothing to stop it. Was this the end? Was he really going to die like this, killed by a vamp, not even a vamp—A fucking a plank of wood in front of his boyfriend-to be?

Apparently he had no say in the matter. His breath fell short and soon the pain was gone. He felt absolutely nothing at all.

The last thing he heard was a faraway call from the sweetest voice in the world.

Dean!

..oOo..

Pain.

As he became aware of his body around him, there was just so much pain. Was that his head? Yeah the pain was definitely coming from there. Right where the vamp had hit him too. It was a hard enough blow to kill a man. He wondered if he was dead? Everything was dark.

Right. Eyelids.

Dean slowly, carefully squinted his eyes open and immediately regretted it. That was a whole 'nother story of pain. Okay, not dead then-Unless he was in hell? But he thought that he'd earned his way back into heaven like a good little boy. . . So maybe that wasn't the story. Maybe he really did survive that blow.

He squinted his eyes open again long enough to see very, very bright light and what looked like white walls everywhere. The only place he knew that had white walls was a hospital and it was definitely a likely place for him to be, although why Cas hadn't just mojo'd him back together he didn't know.

Well maybe he hadn't recovered his Grace enough to do so. That had to be it. Hospital was the next best thing after all.

"Look Jeremy, I don't know why you don't just tell him that he's on the road to recovery." It was a woman's voice. A woman who sounded really really annoyed. It didn't sound like she was a nurse. There was a pause before she started speaking again. She was on the phone? "No, I don't know when he'll wake up from his coma Jeremy. God, ok look I've gotta go. I haven't eaten all day so I'll talk to you later," Pause. "Mmhmm, fine, okay bye." Dean listened some more, hearing the crinkling sound of a bag opening and then soon after some soft crunching noises. He couldn't open his eyes yet, but his fingers and toes were moving. He could alert her attention but really he was a bit worried. Who was this woman and why wasn't Sam or Cas there? Who was asking about him?

He coughed, raising his hand to get her attention. Better face the music.

"Oh my god, Nurse!" Immediately he felt soft fingers wrapping around his hands, feeling her presence. So. . . Who did he knew with personal space issues? Charlie? Did he dare even think Becky?

Suddenly there were frantic footsteps and people poking and prodding him everywhere.

"Vital signs are normal, heart rate slightly increased. No fever. How are you feeling Jensen?" Jensen!

"Oh hell, not this shit again. . ."

"What?" The woman from before. Did he get sent to the actor universe by an angel again? Balthazar was dead, so it would have to be a different one. Castiel? No, why would he do that? Was it to protect him? Couldn't he had zapped him to the nearest hospital in his own reality? Seriously this was getting old.

"Nothing." Dean said, playing along. It would only be a matter of time before Cas got him out and back into his own life. Then that angel had some serious explaining to do. . . and perhaps some serious fucking.

But he wouldn't get into that. . .

Dean decided that now would be a good time to open his eyes. Ignoring the blinding pain, he let his eyes focus. The first thing he saw was a gorgeous woman with dark auburn hair. She had tears in her eyes and a giant smile on her face.

"Jens. Oh Jens baby, I missed you so much!" She threw herself over him, crawling onto the bed. With the force of her hug, he felt himself go lightheaded. He laughed nervously, hugging her back. Apparently they were really close? Girlfriend? Wife? She called him baby.

"H-How long have I been out?" He didn't know her name. She wasn't there the last time he'd been thrust into this universe. He would have to do his best name-avoidance this time until he could sneak a peek at her wallet.

"Almost a week now! God, Jensen we were so worried. You started showing signs of consciousness about three days ago, but nobody was expecting you to be fully lucid so fast." Dean rubbed his head, looking around. The hospital room was huge. It was like a friggen rockstar hospital room. Giant flatscreen tv, stereo—was that a minifridge? Jensen fucking Ackles: Star of hit TV series Supernatural. Damn it paid to be famous!

"Is your throat dry, sweety? You sound like Dean," She laughed, pouring him a cup of water while the nurse did some more checks.

"It seems he has some Dysarthria. It's a common vocal condition most coma patience experience upon wake." Dean narrowed his eyes, wondering just how he was supposed to sound. He would have to do some serious youtubing later. Assuming he was still in this universe later.

He accepted the cup she offered him and took a drink, deciding to just not worry about his voice for now. He had more important things to worry about. "My uh, memory's a bit fuzzy. How did I end up here?" I don't remember anything." The nurse pulled up a seat and smiled.

"Amnesia is very common after recovering from a head-trauma. Most likely, it will clear up in a week," The woman holding his hands spoke next.

"You were leaving the office and ended up tripping and knocking yourself out on the stairsl. There was a lot of blood and then you didn't wake up. . ." Dean rubbed at his head wound gingerly, and winced feeling a lot of pain from that area.

"I sure know how to screw up, don't I?"

"You are pretty good at it,"

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, let me know if you can't remember, okay? Please be honest." Dean nodded, a bit nervous. He could definitely use this as an excuse not to remember anything.

"What is your name?"

"Jensen Ackles," He answered instantly. He couldn't very well answer Dean Winchester, or they might relocate him to a very different section of the hospital. Better stick with mild amnesia.

"How old are you?" Dean decided the truth would be best in this case. He looked his age at least.

"3-35?"

"36."

"Right. . ."

"Who is this lovely lady?" She gestured to the woman beside him and he bit his lip. Well. . . It wasn't his fault he had amnesia.

"M-My girlfriend." He was careful to state, rather than ask.

"Good. Her name?" Dean bit his lip and looked away.

"I-I don't remember," He snuck a peak at her fallen expression and he could see the hurt on her face and he felt really really bad. There's nothing worse than your boyfriend not remembering you. She shook her head and steeled her face into a sad smile.

"I-I'm Danneel. Danneel Harris. If you don't remember, Jensen it's okay. You'll remember soon, I know it." He smiled at her. Well she was nice enough.

"H-How long have we been together?"

"About 6 years, baby," Holy shit!

"And where am I?"

"St. Paul's hospital in Vancouver." Freakin' Canada. This shit was so weird. Suddenly the door burst open, a woman storming her way in, bogged down with shopping bags.

He knew that face. . .

-Ruby. Or rather Genevieve Padalecki.

Married to my brother.

Well Jared Padalecki. . .

Oh shit! Did that mean Sam was here too? And what about Cas?

"Danneel you won't believe the traffic on 99—Jensen!" She threw down her bags and ran to the bed, hugging him tightly. "Holy shit you're awake!" Dean felt extremely awkward letting Ruby hug him. . . She let go and glared at 'Danneel'. "And why are you not texting everybody?!"

"Um, my boyfriend just came back from the dead? My first thought wasn't to text everyone about it." Gen 'tsked' and pulled out her phone.

"Typical. It's okay I got you covered," He felt Danneel squeeze his hand and smile at him adoringly. He smiled nervously back, feeling even more uncomfortable. He decided to ask questions. Danneel might be hurt that he remembered others and not her, but she would just have to deal with it.

"How's J-Jared?" He asked Ruby (he couldn't stop seeing her as Ruby in his head). He avoided Danneel's eyes and focused on the bitch—well he supposed Ruby wasn't a bitch in this universe (or was she? He didn't know). She looked at him and grinned.

"He's been moping around 'cause his drinking buddy is out of commission. He'll be ecstatic to see you're back," That was weird. Wasn't it that last time they were on bad terms? He nodded, speaking one more time.

"Misha?"

"Taking care of your dying fangirls. It's like the world has ended because Jensen Ackles is in a coma. The internet is freaking out." Right. . . He was a popular actor. So was it that Sam and Castiel weren't in this world? Or perhaps they got here the same time Dean did? He looked up at the nurse, already bored.

"When can I get out of here?"

"We'll keep you overnight to monitor your levels, but you should be good to go bright and early tomorrow morning." The nurse smiled before grabbing her clip board and getting up. "You look good, Jensen. The dysarthria should clear up in a couple weeks. Hopefully the pain in your head goes away. I've hooked you up to a morphine drip so if it gets really bad, just press the little blue button and the pain should go away quickly.

The pain had receded to a dull ache, but it was still pretty persistent. Too bad he didn't plan on staying here long enough to use that button.

"Um, can I have some time alone, guys?" Danneel stood up, smiling.

"Of course, babe." She leant in and kissed him softly on the forehead and Dean wondered what Jensen did to deserve this woman. She was so nice and understanding—Not to mention she was drop dead gorgeous.

If he wasn't playing for a dude, he would totally be on top of that. Quite literally.

Story was though, he was playing for a dude. An angel. It was nice thinking about being with Danneel but it brought chills down his spine thinking about being with Cas. Suddenly his mouth went dry and he was overwhelmed with the feeling of just missing him so damn much.

After everybody left and the door was shut, Dean wasted no time.

"Castiel? Castiel, I kind of need you right now buddy. I'm in this alternate reality again and I would like to come back. Like now? Cas."

There was no answer.

Well shit. Now he was in the hospital bed alone. His stomach chose that moment to growl viciously. He supposed he better get some real food into him before he wasted away. Feeding tubes and water drips only did so much.

Why was he suddenly dating this beautiful woman and why weren't Jared and Jensen fighting anymore?

Why would Cas just leave him alone in this world?

He carefully extracted his IV and got out of bed, a bit wobbly on his underused legs but finding his balance soon enough.

One thing was certain, he wasn't about to just sit in this bed all damn night brooding about it.

Time to find the nearest burger joint.

Canada here I come.

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