Fallen

Chapter Thirty-Two

A month. It's been a month since Cas and I left. A month that I've been separated from Dean. And it's been an interesting month.

Cas got a job at a gas station under the name Steve. Why he chose that name, I have no idea. I visit him every day on his lunch break. He's been bummed without his grace. Yet, strangely happy. He likes learning human customs.

I've been in touch with Dean. He tells me about Sam and Zeke. We usually talk every day, but I've gotten nothing today. I decide that I don't want to distract him if he's busy, so I don't message him. Cas's break is in a few minutes. I ready myself to go see him.

Just as I reach for the doorknob of the motel room, the door opens from the outside. Cas stands in front of me.

"I was just about to leave," I say. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine," he smiles. "I have a surprise for you," he continues, gently pushing me back into the room. He closes the door behind himself.

"Surprise?" I echo.

"Yes. Close your eyes. That's what you do when you're getting a surprise, right? Close you eyes?" He says.

I giggle. "Yes, Dad, that's what people do." I oblige.

"Wait here," he says.

I smile. I hear the door open followed by footsteps. Familiar footsteps. Heavy boots. They stop, and I feel a presence in front of me. I hear the familiar creak of a leather jacket just before familiar calloused hands cup my face. The sudden touch causes me to open my eyes. His emerald green ones stare back at me.

Before I even have the chance to fully process the situation or take in his beautiful features I haven't seen in so long, Dean pulls my face up to a kiss. God how I've missed his lips. I snake my arms under his to wrap them around his neck. He moves his hands to my waist and squeezes me.

I smile into the kiss and break it. He smiles back and rests his forehead against mine.

"Hi," he simply says.

I laugh. "Hi." I instinctively comb my fingers through his hair. It's softer than I remember. And a bit longer, too. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you," he answers. "I want you two to come back to the bunker for a few days."

My smile grows. "But what about Zeke?"

"To hell with Zeke, it's not the same without you there," he says, rubbing my waist.

I look at my dad still standing in his uniform. "What about him?" I whisper to Dean. "He has a job now, he likes being a normal human being. He feels like he has a purpose now, I can't make him risk that for just a few days."

"You go," Cas says, drawing our attention to him. "I'll stay here."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

He nods. "I know it must be troubling for you to be cooped up in here with me all the time."

I chuckle. I'd never tell him that he's right. I've been so bored without Dean and Sam. Not that I don't love Cas. It's just a little exhausting teaching someone how to be human.

"I'd like to learn some things on my own, as well," he continues.

I rest my head on Dean's chest, still looking at Cas. "Thank you," I say. Dean's arms rest across my shoulders.

"My gift to you," Cas says. "For taking care of me."

I let go of Dean and walk over to Cas. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "Call if you need anything. Anything, Castiel, understand?"

He squeezes me. "Anything," he confirms.

The drive is long. Just like all drives since I've met the boys. I decided to drive separate from Dean in case I have to go back to Cas suddenly. Though I miss the rides in the Impala. The smell of leather, the old rock songs Dean plays. It became home.

A few minutes after I get off the exit, the road starts to become a bit secluded. Trees line the road and create a spacey canopy over it. As soon as I round a corner, I see a woman standing in the middle of the road. She wears all black and has bright orange hair.

As I lift my foot to slam on my brake, she lifts her arm out towards my car. Suddenly, a force caves in the front of my car and sends it flying over the woman. The car rolls at least twice.

It takes me a few minutes to collect my bearings. Once the adrenaline is gone, I feel pain course through my entire body. The first I feel is my chest. It feels like I'm being stabbed every time I inhale. Next is my head. My brain is literally rattled. Blood from a gash in my forehead stings my eyes. My vision is blurred red. Shards of glass prickle my cheeks and neck.

My head slumps to my left to see the red-headed woman standing at my window. She casually leans on the door as if speaking to an old friend. She wears a wicked grin on her face.

"Tell your man candy to consider this a warning," she says. Then she disappears.

"Dean," I croak. I fumble around the shattered glass for my phone. I create more cuts on my hands in doing so, but I don't care. That's the least of my concern. "Dean!" I squeak louder, as if he will somehow hear me.

By now, almost my entire hand is cut. My phone is nowhere to be found. I let my arm fall. Everything is so heavy. My arms, my legs, my eyelids. Everything.

Slowly, my eyelids start to droop more and more. I'm so tired. My chest hurts so much. Dean, please find me. Somehow. Please.

Please, God. If there are angels, there must be a God, right? Please hear me. I take back my disbelief. Please send Dean to me. I beg you.

"Cel! Cel, wake up!" A voice pulls me out of my disoriented slumber. Hands cup my face, and one of them pats one side. "Cel! Cel, please wake up, please!"

My heavy eyes flutter open. I look in the direction of the voice. My vision is still red, but I know his face anywhere.

"Dean," I smile. He frantically lets go of my face through the broken window and tries to open the door. It doesn't budge. He quickly becomes angry at the door. "How did you find me?" I manage to ask.

He moves his hands from the door handle back to my face. "Sh-shhh, don't try to talk," he says. "I wasn't that far ahead of you. I heard the crash, and I just knew somehow." I smile. God heard me.

"Cel, I need you to stay awake, okay?" Dean says. "Just stay awake, I need to call an ambulance. Stay awake!" He moves his hands again and digs into his pockets. He pulls out his phone and quickly dials.

I lift my left arm and hold it out the window to him. He takes my hand in his free one and kisses my bloody knuckles. "I love you," I utter. "I love you."