The next morning Cas lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He had hardly slept all night. He was sure his eyes were red and puffy from staying awake for so long.
He was sure last night that he was going to go back to Dean- but now he just didn't know. He sat up with his legs crossed and put his face in his hands.
Should he? He didn't even know what was best anymore. He put the radio on to try and distract himself but it wasn't working.
Just as he was getting up to go in the shower he had a phone call.
He turned the radio down a bit but he could still hear the droning news reader. He picked it up and said quietly,his voice hoarse, "Hello?"
There was a long pause before he heard a small voice from the other end.
Castiel nearly dropped the phone. The small voice belonged to Dean. How had he gotten his number?
He couldn't think what to say so he just sat with the phone to his ear, breathing quietly.
"Uh. So Bobby gave me this number and told me to call it. I didn't know it was you, Cas."
Cas could hear the pleading in his voice and knew he was telling the truth.
"And he..." There was a pause. "He told me an address too."
"What?" Castiel said quietly.
"He, uh, told me where to find the person on the phone. Vancouver, right?" Dean said.
"No, not right, Dean! Bobby had no right to give those things to you." Cas said angrily.
"Wait. Where are you?"
"Uh. I'm somewhere near Vancouver I think." Dean said.
"Dean! You're driving on the phone! Why are you even doing this?"
"I'll be fine. But I thought it'd be obvious." He heard Dean mumble.
"What?" Cas said.
"Cas, can't you see that I-"
There was a loud noise on Dean's end and the phone line went dead.
"Dean, are you there?" Cas said, trying not to worry.
"Dean!" He screamed frantically into the phone.
He sat down at the table staring into the phone.
He could've just dropped the phone. He's fine. He's fine! Cas told himself.
He sat up straight when he realised that the radio was still on and the news reader had a new story.
"Brutal three car crash near the fire station between a Honda, a aToyota Camry and a Chevrolet Impala."
Castiel's eyes went wide. He was sure the reader had said it was a Chevy Impala.
He rushed his hands through his hair. "No. This can't happen. Not again."
He decided he should go to where the crash happened and see if it was Dean.
He got on his motorbike and drove as fast as he could go the fire station.
There were ambulances and police cars everywhere. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the Impala turned upside down with a large dent in the side. He frantically asked anyone he could about Dean but they couldn't tell him anything.
He went to the nearest ambulance and saw Dean being wheeled in.
He had deep gashes in his face and arms and he was unconscious.
"Dean!" Castiel yelled.
The medic stopped him and asked if he was family.
"Uh. Yeah I am. I'm his brother." He replied. The medic looked at him strangely but let him into the ambulance anyway.
His eyes began to prickle when he sat next to the bleeding Dean.
"What's going to happen to him?" He asked the medic.
"We just need to get him to the hospital first." She said to him.
He sighed and put his head down on his knees. This couldn't happen again. But as long as Dean was in the hospital he knew that he wasn't going to leave him. Not again.