**1 day later**
Castiel lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling and tracing patterns with his eyes thinking about Dean.
He had only seen him for an hour yesterday but he had seemed more tired than before.
Other than that he couldn't help but think of growing old with Dean, arguing over what movie to watch and just being with Dean every second.
It took him a while to realise that there was a flood of tears streaming down his cheeks. After telling himself that he was being stupid, he wiped them away roughly with the sleeve of his sweater.
His eyes were going to be puffy.
Cas got up and dressed in his black skinny jeans and a Misfits t-shirt, trying (and failing) to tame his hair and putting most of his piercings back in.
He nibbled a little on a piece of toast- he didn't really eat that much. He was never really hungry.
After cleaning up he met Sam at the hospital parking lot and they walked in together.
"Uh. We're here to see Dean Winchester?" Sam said to the secretary on the ward.
"Oh. Let me just go and get the doctor." She said, frowning slightly at him.
"That's weird?" Sam said to Cas.
"Dean Winchester's family?" The doctor said when he came.
"Yeah. Can we not see him?" Asked Cas.
"Well... Dean is in a critical condition. We're not sure what happened but he's returned to the coma. It happened last night after he fell asleep and we haven't been able the wake him up."
Castiel felt the wind being knocked out of him as he fell to the floor and blacked out.
"Cas? Cas!" He heard a distant voice shout.
He opened his eyes groggily, had he fallen asleep?
"Oh thank god!" The voice said again. Cas recognised it as Sam's.
He must've fallen asleep. He had a dream about Dean being back in the coma.
He sat up and looked around. He was in the hospital.
"Where's Dean? What am I doing here?" He asked, frantically searching for Dean.
"Cas, the doctor just told you that Dean is in a coma again. You blacked out." Sam was fighting to keep the worry out of his voice and stay calm.
"No." Cas said quietly.
"No. No. No. No." He said louder.
"This can't happen. He's supposed to be okay and we were going to grow old and-" at that point he couldn't keep the tears from spilling down his cheeks and Sam hugged him.
"He's going to wake up again Cas. He woke up once and he'll do it again."
Castiel wasn't convinced but tried to smile and nod at Sam.
If he didn't have hope, what did he have?