AN: You guy are all AWESOME! Be sure to keep an eye out for the next thing, It'll be called like Snapshots or something similar
Cas wakes up 24 hours later, he blinks around finding himself in his least favorite place and he's all alone. It's dreary out, the sky from his window is a cold gray as a couple flurries fall from the clouds, the weather perfectly matching the mood that was starting to darken him. Castiel went to lift his arm only to find that it was handcuffed to the rail of the hospital bed, he pulled it a couple times listening to it clank and dropping his head against the pillow in frustration.
He still felt extremely tired, but for reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on. Sometime later, how long exactly Castiel couldn't be sure, but Dean appeared in the room with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"You're awake," he greets the dark haired man.
"You're here," Cas rasps, his voice sounding strained even to him.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Dean gives him a look before sitting in the chair next to the bed.
"I dunno," he whispers guiltily looking out the window. The two of them sitting in silence for a while, "Why am I handcuffed?" he wonders aloud, punctuating it by pulling on the cuffs.
Dean smirks a little, "You blacked out before the cops could ask you any questions, so your kind of a suspect till they talk to you," he shrugs, "Oh and suicide watch," he sips his coffee casually, "You had enough drugs in you to kill a small horse."
"I am not suicidal," Cas states gravely.
"Your actions prove otherwise."
"Knowing you're going to die, is a lot different than wanting to, Dean," he sighs.
"The outcome's usually the same," Dean looks at him meaningfully.
"Can we please go home?"
"Not till you're done detoxing."
"It wasn't intentional," Castiel starts, not looking at the other man, "Crowley drugged me something."
"I also know you stole those meds from here," Dean admits a pregnant pause following, "Why Cas? I keep telling myself it wasn't you or it was, but you didn't take them; Even though everything is telling me otherwise."
"I'm sorry," Cas sniffs, "I was weak, Dean…I had to make sure you where safe and I took them, even though I knew it would hurt you."
"I know it's inexcusable, I… it's excusable," He finishes tiredly, sadness coming over him, "Every were I looked there was pain, no matter what road I chose to go down… there was no other option," his eyes well up a little.
Dean sits there quietly; jaw set and brow creased as he pieces together how to phrase his words. "Why did you go to my father and not me?"
Cas squeezes his eyes shut, "I didn't want you to see me," he admits, "after," he adds swallowing.
Again the silence falls over them heavily, Dean nodding in understanding, "Dad told me the rest."
"Oh," he holds his breath waiting for what he thinks is the inevitable.
"I know he gave you a good talking to and all," he starts, "But I want you to get it through that thick skull of yours that you are never alone with this shit, you just gotta talk to me… There's always another option."
"I apologize for putting you through that Dean." Cas tells him earnestly, as they gaze at each other.
"I know," Dean nods sadly, "And you have a lot of making up to do," he smirks a little.
Cas breathes a sigh of relief as the mood in the room starts to shift.
"How you feeling?" he asks resisting the urge to brush the hair off Cas's forehead.
"How do they expect you to pee, if you're hand cuffed?" Dean jokes awkwardly.
"I do not know," he looks at his binding idly, he grabs the stirrer from Dean's cup and picks the lock.
"You are full of surprises."
At that moment, Detective Henriksen enters the hospital room and Cas quickly claps the metal around his wrist again, "Good, you're awake."
He introduces himself to Cas, Dean not really liking the fact that the guy had shown up not an hour after Castiel had woken up.
"I'd like to ask you a few questions," He stands there.
Cas eyes him warily, "Very well."
"Alone if you don't mind," he looks at Dean.
Dean's about to same something when Cas raises his hand to stop him, "I have no secrets from him," Castiel states meaningfully, Dean smiling a little.
"Right," the detective eyes them before launching into his interview.
He asks a few probing questions to gage whether or not he can get the truth out of the man. Ultimately, Castiel has to retell the story, on the record, so they can build a bigger case around Crowley. Dean can see him subtly reliving the entire thing as he tells it. They even go as far as offering to place him in a protection program, but Cas will have nothing to do with it.
It seems like hours before Henriksen finally stands up from the chair and takes his leave making sure to undo the hand cuff, by then Castiel is extremely warn out.
"I thought he'd never leave," Dean jokes, sitting on the edge of Cas's bed.
"I dislike him."
"You don't like anyone."
"That's not true," Cas pulls Dean towards him, the pair adjusting to fit on the small bed. Dean holding the smaller man in his arms as they entwine their fingers, "I will be better," Castiel whispers against his chest, "I've learned my lesson."
"I know babe," Dean kisses the top of his head, "We could always move somewhere else," he offers.
"Like Europe?" He jokes knowingly, as closes his eyes.
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