Stranger: ((HS AU. TW: Attempted suicide. Time is 3:34 A.M)) Sorry about it being late. I just wanted to know how you are, if you're still awake. CN
You: ((which one attempted suicide, Cas or Dean?))
Stranger: ((It can go either way, though.))
You: ((I prefer Cas then))
You: Dean was half asleep when he heard his phone ringing. He set his phone so Cas texts will be louder and will continue to ring until he'll open them. He put both of his hands of his face, rubbing his eyes in a hope to wake up. He knew Cas would feel guilty if he knew Dean did this for him, well, more like \does it\ for him almost every night. Dean didn't care to wake up in those crazy hours, Cas was more important to him than a full night sleep.
Dean switched on his phone a read the text.
Yeah. I'm up. What's up? -DW
He answered.
Stranger: I was just checking in and all. No reason. CN
Castiel wasn't sure how Dean had responded so quickly. He was honestly expecting to just text him a long rant or impromptu letter of some sort to provide as the smallest of notes. This was, of course, keeping his full focus off of what he was doing right now, with the obnoxious glare of his phone providing as the distraction he so desperately needed from the other activity he was currently performing, which happened to be preparing for his own slow death. He'd look back on it in a few years-- wait. No he wouldn't. Those years ahead of him were coming to a stop now, because it felt like the right thing to do. The best thing, in terms of his thinking. He was quickly starting to regret texting Dean in the first place.
Sorry if I woke you. CN
You: ((wait, established\unestablished?))
Stranger: ((Would you prefer one over the other?))
Stranger: ((Personally, I think unestablished would make more sense.))
You: ((No problem then :) ))
You: Hey, no problem, man. I was awake anyway. What's going on though? And don't lie to me by saying 'no reason', we're both know you're lying. -DW
Dean knew Cas was struggling with depression, and he knew he could be a danger to himself, specially at nights. They were friends for enough time for him to know that, and in his point of view it was a sure thing he'll care and want to help.
As he waited for Cas to reply, he got out of bed and went to the kitchen, getting himself a cold glass of water to help him freshen up.
Stranger: When you go to school tomorrow, go to my locker. I left my bag in there, it's for you. CN
There were quite a few open letters describing Castiel's feelings towards Dean in a very thorough manner, so there was no room for wondering how he felt about anything at this point in his life. Tonight, on a Thursday, Castiel was going to withdraw from this fight, like the coward he was. His sweater sleeves rolled up and with his arms dripping blood onto the carpet.
You: Cas..? Why would you leave your bag for me? Cas? -DW
Cas? What's going on? -DW
Cas? -DW
Dean got more and more worried the more messages he sent. Castiel wasn't answering and he feared the boy was about to do something stupid, if he didn't do it already.
Cas, answer me right now or I'm calling 911! -DW
Stranger: ((Okay, back, sorry.))
Stranger: He'd also left his collection of Jokers in there that he accumulated over the years. Photographs. His favorite sweater that he didn't want to get blood on. The phone slipped out of his hand and onto the floor behind him, as he was beginning to sink-- getting more and more tired, his vision blurring shapes together until it was all just a canvas of runny watercolor and dabs of smudged charcoal in-between pockets of light from steetlamps that peeked through his curtained window. He could still hear very prominently. The small ding and vibration that came with every message.
You: Cas, I'm coming over! I will break your door if I'll have to! -DW
He typed quickly and ran to his car. He started the engine and pushed his gas paddle all the way, hitting a fence on his way out of the lawn. He had one hand on the wheel and in the other he dialed the emergency number.
"911, hello, what''s your emergency?" he heard a woman's voice on the other line.
"I think a friend of mine has committed suicide. I need you to get an ambulance to 118 Great Jones st. as fast as possible!" he shouted quickly and hang up the phone, trying to lower his panic and focus on the driving. He just hoped he will get there in time or that he was wrong, and Cas went back to sleep. But when exactly was he lucky lately? He grit his teeth and squeezed the gas paddle a bit harder.
