cas flings himself down from heaven just in time to shove dean aside. the momentum of the shove, unfortunately, sends cas straight into the rebar, but as he lays there, dizzy from bloodloss, he feels like this is fine. it’s fine. he gets to see dean, one last time, gets to save him, one last time, and even if the condition of interference was losing his grace, it was worth it.
dean holds cas in his arms, screams at sam a little, and even when the ambulance comes, dean doesn’t let go of him. the emts allow this until they’re in the hospital, when someone in crisp scrubs tells him only family can come into the room with him, is dean related to cas? and dean blinks, and nearly sobs, and can feel sam gearing up to say he’s our brother, but dean can’t say it, so instead he opens his mouth and the most insane thing he’s ever said falls out of his lips.
(it’s so easy to say, though)
when cas wakes up, some hours later, in a sterile room with a kind, unfamiliar face peering down at him, he groans. the nurse smiles at him, tells him he’s all patched up. “you’ll be okay, honey,” she says, and cas lays back on the pillow. remembers the first time he ever became human, years and years ago. he was in a hospital then, too. he turns his head and isn’t surprised to see dean sitting on a chair beside his bed, arms crossed, head tilted toward his chest, sleeping uneasily. cas smiles. “your husband never left your side,” the nurse says. “not once.”
when dean wakes up, some minutes later, he throws himself at cas, who shoulders the hug and holds him back, tight, whispers, “husband?” into his ear. dean blushes, checks for the nurse (she’s not in the room) and says, “yeah.” he pulls back, a little, but not too far. dean swallows, clears his throat. “husband made the most sense.” cas stares at him. dean takes his hand, squeezes it. “you stupid son of a bitch,” dean whispers. “you’ve always had me.”
when sam comes into cas’s room, bearing a get well soon! balloon from the gift shop and a pair of grilled cheese sandwiches, he finds cas nodding off and dean sitting there, holding his hand like he’s afraid cas will get up and leave. sam smirks, says, “so how’s your husband, jerk?” and dean turns, looks sam dead in the eyes, and says, “he’s doin’ just fine.” he takes the grilled cheese, takes a bite, then adds, “bitch.” when sam looks at the hospital bed, cas is smiling.
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