I would've put this part in the first part but I didn't want it to be like four thousand words...

-there is quite a lot of making out at a point in this one-
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Cas-

The door to my cell opened, I could already hear the people shouting above me.

"Come on, Castiel. This whole thing is practically for you so get your sorry ass off the ground."

"Missed you too, Ellen." I smiled, pushing myself up.

"Sure boy. Can you walk?"

"Yes I can walk! I've had worse.." I sighed looking down at my swollen ankle. "Might not be able to run, though."

"We have trucks for that. Come on."

We ran as fast as I could, pushing past other rebels and guards. I recognized some faces, but knew I could dwell on it.

When we reached the trucks, Ellen helped me into one and got in the backseat of another. We started off as fast as these heavy things would let us, the road bumpy and painful to my back. It was only a few miles, but I tried my best to relax into the plastic seat. At least, until I heard the familiar beeping of a tickbomb. Without a second thought, my eyes snapped open and I flung myself out of the door frame and into the woods. I tried to roll, but my leg was caught right as the explosion blew me forward, and it twisted as pain shot up my spinal cord. All of our trucks had been going in different directions, so I was alone in the woods. Not to mention a probably broken leg.

It took me a minuet, but I managed to untangle my leg from the root. I had been in the car for at least ten minuets, so we couldn't be that far from the Bunker. Unless we were taking the long way, then it could take hours. I stood up, putting as little weight as possible on my left leg.

"Ahg! Holy shit..." I cursed, grabbing onto a tree for support.

Keeping my leg off the ground, I moved from tree to tree. This was going to take at least four hours. If I had my signal on me, I could turn it on and it would send out a blip calling for help. But, the people back at the palace had taken mine, and I hadn't thought to grab one from the trunk.

An hour later, the sun was setting and I had only moved half a mile. I couldn't stop myself from wondering if Dean had gotten back to the bunker yet, hoping like hell he had.

He's probably dead.

I pushed the thought that had been echoing through my head for the past three years out of my mind, grunting as I tried to keep moving. It was getting almost too dark to see anything, so I was bound to trip in about three seconds. If I fell now, I most likely would rot in a pile of leaves and twigs.

Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!!

I laughed at the stupid commercial from when I was a kid. Now, only the richest of the rich could afford Television. Shutting my eyes for a second to laugh was my biggest mistake there, because I took a step at the same time and tripped on a rock. More pain shot though my leg, causing me to cry out. Crying out caused me to get a mouthful of dirt from the hill I was rolling down.

I came to a stop by hitting a tree near the bottom of the hill. I groaned, my leg  bent backwards and a bone sticking out of my knee. There was no possible way to walk on that. I had three things on my person that could help me right now- one flare, but I was in a woods and it hasn't rained for a week, my shirt, which I reluctantly ripped in half to splint my leg, and my ability to climb trees without using legs. It was really cool, but I never though I'd have to use it in a life or death situation.

I used the strongest branch I could reach to pull me off the ground, grabbing the next one as soon as possible. I kept doing this until I reached a branch strong enough to hold me. I swung my bad leg into the branch with me, and leaned against the tree. I had to get farther up in order for my flare to be seen by anyone and not set the forest on fire.

When I reached the top of the tree fifteen painstaking minuets later, I lit the flare on a rock I had stuffed in my shoe before climbing up. It took a few strikes, but it worked.

I held the flare above my head, hoping someone could see the red glow before it went out in an hour. About ten more minuets, and I heard voices.

"Look! There's the flare tree!" It sounded like Anna, my little sister.

"Do you really think it's Cas?" Dean's familiar gruff voice asked.

"I'm not sure. I hope so."

"If not, sir, you do know-"

"Yeah, I'm aware. Cas? Is that you?"

"I was beginning to think you all weren't getting the message!"

"Why the hell are you in a tree?"

"I broke my leg, I had a flare. I could've set the whole damn place on fire, but this seemed a little smarter."

"Can you get down?"

"Well, let's see. What side of the tree are you on?"

"Uh.."

"Down hill or up hill?"

"Down."

"Catch!!"

"Cas, wait-"

I blew out the flare and fell towards the side I hoped they were on. I landed on top of someone and groaned in pain.

"Ow..."

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. You just fell out of a tree with a broken leg and on to another human. Who you made hit his head on a root."

"Oops."

"Whatever. Can you get off me?"

"I can't move."

"Anna? A little help?"

Anna rolled me off Dean just enough
for him to sit up and help me up. I winced in a little more pain, but forgot about that almost as soon as Dean wrapped his arm around me.

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Dean-

I sat around the bunker for about an hour, waiting for Cas to show up. When he didn't, I started pacing back and forth in the library. Fifteen minuets later, still no sign of Cas, so I went and sat outside. I was about to nod off, given that it was almost midnight, but a red spark of light in the distance caught my attention. It was one of the flares we keep in the rescue and armored trucks!

"You clever bastard.."

I quickly alerted the people who were still awake, and Anna and Garth volunteered to join me.

We -They- trudged through the forest. I could barely keep from running. When we reached the tree, it was hard to not climb up and grab Cas down.

"If not, sir, you do know-"

"Yeah, I'm aware. Cas? Is that you?"

His deep, crystal clear voice filled me with relief.

"I was beginning to think you all weren't getting the message!"

"Why the hell are you in a tree?"

"I broke my leg, I had a flare. I could've set the whole damn place on fire, but this seemed a little smarter."

He proceeded to fall on me, and I hit my head on a root or something. I really, really, wanted to kiss him, but only five other people new about us and none of them were here. Anna helped get him off from on top of me, and then I helped him stand so we could actually get back. It took longer than getting to the tree because we had a little dead weight now, but I didn't mind. Cas was okay, I was back, and that's all that mattered.

When we got back to the bunker, it was a rush to take care of Cas's leg. He kept saying he was fine, but no one was listening.

"You found him up a tree?" One of his many older brothers, Gabriel, asked. "That is something Cassie would do..."

Almost all of Castiel's family were rebels. His father was Chuck Novak, so it just made sense. The youngest grew up here, some of the others were born before shit got bad.
The nurses were telling Cas not to walk on his leg for a while, and that they didn't have the right stuff to formally cast it. I helped him to his room, and almost the second the door closed, his arms were around me.

"Oh my god Dean I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too." I whispered into his mane of black hair.

It was so hard to control myself as he started kissing my neck.

"C-Cas. Your leg is hurt."

"Does it look like I care?" He muttered through quick kisses. "Three years, Dean. Three goddamn years..."

"I know. Cas-"

He had started to leave love bites on my collar bone, which I knew someone would see and mention. Our lips finally collided for the first time in way too long. Our hands were in each other's hair, and I knew we both wanted more.

"Cas..."

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Fuck I just can't seem to end this one.....

Part three? No? IDK. Probably.