Dean was driving Cas to the dentist in the Impala. Cas was in the passenger seat, covering his sore mouth with his hands.

"Hoe bunsh lunkur?" He asked with his hands still at his mouth, causing his speech to be muffled.

Somehow, Dean understood what he was saying. "Not too long now, buddy."

"Id hurds, Dean."

They soon arrived at the dentist so they could fix Cas's broken tooth. He still wasn't sure what happened.

"An den I jus vell. I hid mah toof, an id hurd." Cas recalled what happened in the library earlier, still covering his mouth with his hands.

"Don't worry. They'll fix you up."

And when they were called into the room where the dentist was, Cas saw all the tools and needles and things which kind of freaked him out.

"Den, I don wanna do dis." Cas held his hands to his mouth tighter.

"C'mon, Cas, don't tell me you're afraid of the dentist."

The ex angel's horrified blue eyes answered his question plenty. He didn't want those needles in his mouth. Or anything on the tray next to the chair.

"Don led em stig da needlths in."

Dean put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Cas, it'll be fine. I promise."

Cas just shook his head nervously.

"Perhaps we should use the gas." The dentist suggested.

"Whad gazth? I don unnurthand."

"It's just laughing gas," Dean answered. "It'll make you feel better. In that... acid sorta way."

Cas cocked his head at the hunter. "Whad athid?"

Dean looked to the dentist. "Yeah, go for that gas. He's gonna need it."

And when Cas was under the influence of the laughing gas, he was just having the time of his life.

"Dean! Look at the ceiling!" He guffawed as the dentist prepared to fix the tooth.

"What about it?" Dean sighed, regretting this whole thing.

"Dean... it's WHITE!" He cackled.

"Is the color of the ceiling funny?"

"But, Dean," He could hardly breathe past his giggles. "It's really, really, REALLY white!"

All throughout the procedure, Cas would laugh at the tiniest things. Everything was just a big joke to him. And after a while, Dean couldn't help but grin. It was kind of adorable.

When it was finished, they went back out to the Impala, Cas looking rather deflated.

"Dean?" He mumbled.

"Yeah, Cas?"

"Is... is this real life?"

Dean was overly amused then. "Yes, Cas, this is real life."

Cas started rolling his head like he was stretching his neck. He stopped and sank in his seat. "Now... now I..." He looked down at his hands, holding up his index fingers. "I have two fingers."

Dean was struggling to contain his laughter. "Good, man."

He held his fingers up to his face, about to put one in his mouth.

"Cas, don't do that! Don't put your finger in your mouth!"

He looked over at him, moving his finger so it touched his cheek instead. He moved it away and pretty much went limp.

"I don't... I don't feel tired."

"Good, Cas. Good."

"Do I have stitches?"

"Yeah, you do."

"Do... do I have stitches?" He repeated.

"Yes! You have stitches!"

"In my teeth?" He lazily pointed at his front tooth.

"Yep."

He was about to touch the stitches that held together his broken tooth. "No! Don't touch em!"

He let his hand fall in his lap. "Wha... why can't I touch the stitches?"

"Because if you touch them, they'll get ruined."

"You... you have four eyes."

Dean smiled and decided to play along. "Yeah!"

He started looking everywhere "I can't see anything."

"Yes you can."

It wasn't long before Cas was trying to get out of his seat, boosting himself up.

"Cas, c'mon, stay in your seat."

He suddenly started yelling at the top of his lungs, which lasted a couple seconds until he went limp again. He could barely keep his eyes open.

"I feel funny," He mumbled. "Why is this happening to me?" He exclaimed.

"Don't worry, Cas, it's just from the medicine."

Cas wearily looked over at him. "Is this gonna be forever?"

Dean chuckled. "No, Cas. This won't be forever."

There was a pause before Cas sighed and slumped forward in his seat, unconscious.

Dean chuckled softly before starting the car and driving toward the bunker.

Along the way, Cas would mutter things in his sleep. Like, "Can I fly?" or "Do buffaloes really have wings?"

The whole ordeal made Dean laugh. This was one of the best days of his life. One of. No day could be better than the day he met his little angel.

At the time, he wasn't sure what to make of this holy tax accountant. The trench coated little angel made an interesting first impression. Then again, Dean did stab him with a demon knife.

But when he looked into those ocean blue eyes, he was amazed. He never thought of a man so beautiful, but that day made him see the world in a different light. Angels were real, Dean might've been gay, what next? Bigfoot?

Over the years, Dean contemplated this curious angel. What he felt, it was unlike any feeling he knew. Cas did more than grip him tight and raise him from perdition. He gripped him tight and raised him from the closet.

The sound of Cas's voice shook him from his thoughts. "Am I... am I alive? I don't feel... alive anymore."

Dean chuckled at his adorable angel.

"I... I feel... dead. I'm dead. I... I died with my wings."

Dean looked over at his angel, the grin wiped from his face. "Cas?"

"I'm dead. I... can't live. I'm not alive anymore. I died when my... my grace... was takened."

"Cas, what's wrong? Wake up buddy."

"I'm dead. I'm dead. He... killed me. He killed me."

"Cas, baby, wake up!" He didn't care if he just accidentally called him baby. He was just worried about the little angel.

"He killed me dead. I... dead. Because... he taked my wings. He made me fall. I can't feel."

"Cas! Wake up!" He shook his shoulder a bit.

"He made my wings gone. His... fault. Dead."

"Cas, please, wake up! Stop talking like that! Just wake up! I don't wanna hear that talk, okay? You are not dead. You're not gonna be dead any time soon, ya hear? I won't let that happen to you. You're not dying, not on my watch."

"Lost my wings... cause... Dean made me fall."

Dean was left speechless. He made Cas fall?

"I... I fell... because of him. He changed me. I felt things. I... rebelled... for him. He made me... different. I wasn't no angel anymore. I... I fell. I fell because of him. I fell... I fell for him. Took my wings. Dead. Wings... dead... Dean... fell... love. Where am I?"

"Cas, what're you talking about?" Dean asked rather shakily.

"I... I don't know where I am. I don't know where I am. Where am I? I don't know where... I am."

Dean grabbed his hand, trying to keep on the road. "Cas, you're right here. You're right here with me. Remember? Cas, wake up, buddy. C'mon, Cas. Wake up, baby."

Cas groaned and slowly lifted his head up, looking at Dean. "Wha... what is it?"

"Cas, you were talking in your sleep. You were saying you weren't alive anymore. That you were dead. That you died when you lost your wings. That you fell because of... because of me. You rebelled for me. You changed because of me. You weren't an angel anymore. You felt things because of me. You fell because of me. You fell for me. And... something about... love."

Dean realized he was still holding Cas's hand and tightened his grip on it. He also realized he wasn't paying attention to the road because he got so caught up in Cas's eyes.

He looked back out the windshield and got a glimpse of another car right in front of him.

(A/N: Aaaand CUT!

Don't worry. It ain't over.

I continued from this point a lot and realized what the duck I was doing. No.

I'm sure you realize there's two other chapters put up. I'm gonna do one of those choose-your-own-ending sorta things. I find it impossible to explain, but here goes.

Two continuing sentences to choose from. You pick one, you get one ending. You pick the other, you get a different ending. Okay, so, yeah. Um... here they are.

Door Number 1: He had drifted into the wrong lane and was about to collide head on with the car until Cas grabbed the steering wheel, turning it swiftly to swerve out of the way. Go to 84.1 Bitch.

Door Number 2: He had drifted into the wrong lane and was about to collide head on with the car until they both slammed on their brakes, attempting to stop before they crashed. Go to 84.2 Jerk.

Haha see what I did there?

I actually know someone who always calls me a bitch so whenever he does, I just say "jerk". Or I call him a jerk and he calls me a bitch. He don't even watch SPN.

But I really didn't mean for this spit to happen. I just sorta went with it. And I might add other possible endings to the others and just have a friggin web of plot twists. I dunno.

Peace Off My (possibly crying) Mini Marshminions!)