Summary: Set in S8 in the last scene of “The Great Escapist”, but revised from there and so on.476Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv2zOXohnx4
It was a dark night in Route 234, Colorado as Castiel layed on his back in the middle of the road. He was weak and suffering the after math of the wounds Naomi and Crowley had inflicted upon him. Naomi had and still wanted Cas to bring the Angel tablet up to heaven. Crowley had wanted the Angel tablet and now had it. Cas hadn’t been able to think of how to get the tablet back. He had failed in his plan to protect the tablet from everyone. As he had told Naomi, ‘It isn’t for us.’
He closed his eyes, feeling tired.
Sam and Dean spoke, as Dean drove his black Impala down the road.
“If we do this, will you get better?” Dean asked.
“Yes. I feel better now. We’re moving,” Sam replied.
“Good,” Dean said.
When they saw the angel, Dean pulled over to the side of the road and both of them got out. They easily saw that the angel was hurt, as they approached. It looked like he had gotten beaten up or tortured or both. His wounds were healed, but there was still blood. He had been shot in the stomach it looked like. He needed help and they had become his friends, so they had to help him. So that’s exactly what they did.
When Castiel woke up he wasn’t feeling weak anymore and he was okay. He saw that he was in a hotel room on a couch. Sam and Dean had probably found him and helped him, he figured. They were the only humans he knew that would help him, and he would always, and had always done the same for them.
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