Evening came and Dean exited Cas’ room.
“No change?” Sam asked. Dean shook his head. “No” he said softly. “Look, I want to stay here. But you can go início and get some sleep if you want to. I just don’t think we should leave him alone”
“Okay” Sam agreed. “I’ll come back in the morning. We can switch turns”
“Yeah” Dean replied. He rubbed his eyes. “I’m going back in” He walked back inside the room and sank down on the chair seguinte to the bed.
He took Cas’ hand and pinched it, trying to get some kind of reaction out of his best friend.
Cas didn’t flinch. He didn’t care Dean was so close to him or that he touched him. Meg was dead. It didn’t matter what else happened to him. The worst thing already had happened. Dean could do whatever he wanted to. Cas simply didn’t care.
“Cas, I know you can hear me” Dean pleaded. “I know you won’t believe me, but I’m really sorry that you lost Meg. I know she meant a lot to you. And I want you to know that I’m here for you, whenever you need me”
Cas kept staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open, not blinking once.
“Damn it, Cas!” Dean cursed, but Cas made no move. “Just…talk to me” Dean begged.
After another few minutos of complete silence Dean let out a frustrated sigh and stood up, when Cas grabbed his wrist.
“Cas?” Dean asked careful. But Cas was still staring at the ceiling. “Cas, let go” Dean said, furrowing his eyebrows. Cas’ grip was really tight.
Cas sat up very quickly and swung his legs over the bed.
“Cas? What’s wrong? You want me to call someone?” Dean offered, as his wrist started bleeding. He tried to free himself, but Cas tightened his grip. Then Cas started talking. Dean stopped his efforts to free himself and looked at Cas as a stream of inconceivable words came out of Cas’ mouth. When Cas was finished he rolled his eyes and fell back down.
“No change?” Sam asked. Dean shook his head. “No” he said softly. “Look, I want to stay here. But you can go início and get some sleep if you want to. I just don’t think we should leave him alone”
“Okay” Sam agreed. “I’ll come back in the morning. We can switch turns”
“Yeah” Dean replied. He rubbed his eyes. “I’m going back in” He walked back inside the room and sank down on the chair seguinte to the bed.
He took Cas’ hand and pinched it, trying to get some kind of reaction out of his best friend.
Cas didn’t flinch. He didn’t care Dean was so close to him or that he touched him. Meg was dead. It didn’t matter what else happened to him. The worst thing already had happened. Dean could do whatever he wanted to. Cas simply didn’t care.
“Cas, I know you can hear me” Dean pleaded. “I know you won’t believe me, but I’m really sorry that you lost Meg. I know she meant a lot to you. And I want you to know that I’m here for you, whenever you need me”
Cas kept staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open, not blinking once.
“Damn it, Cas!” Dean cursed, but Cas made no move. “Just…talk to me” Dean begged.
After another few minutos of complete silence Dean let out a frustrated sigh and stood up, when Cas grabbed his wrist.
“Cas?” Dean asked careful. But Cas was still staring at the ceiling. “Cas, let go” Dean said, furrowing his eyebrows. Cas’ grip was really tight.
Cas sat up very quickly and swung his legs over the bed.
“Cas? What’s wrong? You want me to call someone?” Dean offered, as his wrist started bleeding. He tried to free himself, but Cas tightened his grip. Then Cas started talking. Dean stopped his efforts to free himself and looked at Cas as a stream of inconceivable words came out of Cas’ mouth. When Cas was finished he rolled his eyes and fell back down.