"Dean!"

I awoke in a start, my face drenched in sweat. I quickly sat up once I realized I was laying down on white bed sheets.

"Hello, Castiel." A voice greeted to the left of me. I glanced over, confused as to where I was. A woman with blond hair sat in a chair beside the bed I was laying on.

"W-Where am I?" I asked, my voice oddly hoarse.

"You're in a hospital." The woman said, bluntly. She stood up from her chair, grabbing a clipboard from the table beside me.

"A hospital?" I breathed. I tried to recall how I even ended up in a hospital with IV's sticking into me, but I couldn't.

"Yep, a hospital." The nurse re-stated, clicking a pen in her hand. "I'm Nurse Harvelle, but you can call me Jo. Do you know why you're here, Castiel?"

I narrowed my eyes at my hands, trying to recall any memories. "All I remember is leaving my apartment at night because... of... DEAN!"

My eyes widened as my mouth dropped open. The events that occurred from last night slammed into my brain.

Dean leaving for the airport. Myself running down the street. A man holding me against a wall with a knife. Blinding lights, Dean's swearing and tears, the roar of the Impala's engine. The beeping of the heart monitor.

I almost died. 

"I-I was r-robbed? I-oh my god." I panicked, glancing down at my stomach. My entire torso was wrapped in white bandages, red blotches visible through the material.

"I was stabbed too!?" I yelled, my vision becoming blotchy. This can't be happening.

"Hey, bud, I need you to calm down, alright?" Jo instructed, holding her hands out at me.

I wished I would have taken her advice, but my head was spinning too fast for me to listen. My chest heaved as I struggled to climb out of the hospital bed. The walls felt like they were crashing in on me, suffocating me.

"Woah, woah!" Jo yelled, grabbing me by the shoulders.

I felt out of control as violent tears streamed down my face and my body shook. I wrenched away from Jo's grasp, my bare feet hitting the cold tile floor.

"I need some help in here!" Jo called through the rooms' door, but I didn't hear her.

"I have to leave, I need to get out of here." I panicked, my eyes struggling to focus on one thing at a time. My torso ached as I stumbled towards the door. But, before I could reach the exit, I felt a needle being plunged into my arm. Almost instantly, everything slowed down, my eyes lazily drooping shut.

I felt Jo lay me back down on the bed as a peaceful sleep took over me, Dean's name still on my lips.

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"Cas?"

My eyes fluttered open, bright light blinding me. I shook my head, my mind feeling cloudy, but it felt... good.

"How are you feeling, Cas?" The voice asked. I turned to see who was speaking, my eyes widening at the visitor.

"Dean..." I mumbled to myself. I glanced at my surroundings, I was still wearing a white paper robe. "Why am I still in the hospital?" I asked him, trying to sit up in the bed.

"Well, I don't know, Cas. It's not like you were stabbed or anything." Dean said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"I feel fine. I actually feel great." I stated, smirking.

"That's because they drugged you." Dean stated, bluntly. He leaned back in the chair he was siting in, crossing his arms. I stared at him for a couple seconds, my eyes wandering to his green eyes.

"Why are you here?" I asked, but it came out more as a statement.

Dean's calm expression faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his carefree appearance. "Am I not allowed go see my boyfriend?"

I hesitated, a little taken back by the word boyfriend. "Who says I'm your boyfriend?"

This time, Dean didn't even try to hide his mood change. He eyes turned down, and his lips tugged down into a frown. "I'm sorry I hurt you. It was wrong of me."

"Then, why bother coming back?" I blurted out, my eyes beginning to water.

"I... It didn't feel right. I... I couldn't leave the one I loved. I couldn't bare not seeing you again for that long." Dean explained, his voice pleading.

I looked down at the white sheets that covered my lap. I knew I shouldn't even consider taking Dean back, he was going to abandon me. But, hell, how could I say no? Especially with all these happy drugs flooding my veins, it's hard to disagree with a face like his. 

"I can make it up too you." Dean suggested, sitting forwards in his chair. "I can be a better boyfriend. I can change for you. I promise I won't even consider leaving you anymore."

"Dean, stop." I croaked, shaking my head. "You don't need to change for me. I like you just the way you are."

His eyes softened, his posturing relaxing slightly. "So, you're taking me back?"

I hesitated, a smile spreading onto my lips. "Only... if you make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

Dean rolled his eyes, a soft laugh escaping his mouth. "Anything you want, Cas."

The rest of the day was unbelievably boring. A bunch of medical talk and several more doses of drugs that kept me feeling great. I wouldn't complain really, considering that Dean was there the whole while to help me through the day.

Some moments I would get angry at him again. Like, when he joked about being scared of planes, and it wouldn't have worked for him to fly to California anyways. It still doesn't cover the fact that he was going to leave me, and not even bother giving advanced notice.

But, other moments he would make me the happiest man in the world, even without the drugs. The way he moved around the hospital bed, not even minding that he was stuck in the same building all day (like it's not any different than the café.) Or the way his eyes flickered when I laughed at one of his corny jokes to keep me happy.

The only thing that would make me happier than being with Dean, would be to leave this damn hospital, and soon.

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A/C: sorry it took so long to update! I was camping with friends (:

I hope this chapter is okay though, I'll try to update the next chapter sooner!