Cas groaned from the pain. His injuries healed very slowly and he failed to stay strong.
“I’m sorry, Dean” Cas sobbed as tears rolled over his face. “I don’t want to be a baby, but it hurts so much”
“It’s okay” Dean said. “Just hang in there. It’ll all be over soon”
“Make it stop” Cas begged. He coughed and threw up blood again.
Dean frowned scared. “What can I do? Tell me what I should do, Cas”
But Cas closed his eyes.
“Don’t die, okay?” Dean said afraid. “You can’t. There’s still so much we have to do. I’m going to teach you how to drive the Impala and we need to get you a decent wardrobe and I’ll teach you how to use a gun”
The door opened and Sam appeared in the doorway.
“How’s it going?” he asked with a nod to Cas.
“Bad” Dean answered short.
“Listen, I’m going to get something to eat. Can I get you something?” Sam offered.
Dean shook his head. “No, don’t bother”
“You have to eat something” Sam insisted.
“I’m not hungry” Dean said.
“Dean” Sam said.
“Don’t push me, Sammy” Dean said. “I’m staying here”