Dean hurried to the seemingly unconscious Cas and turned him over.
“Cas, hey, wake up” he softly said, with a desperate undertone. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. To Dean’s relief Cas opened his eyes with effort.
“Dean?” he whispered hoarse. “Is it over?” he asked, looking at the other two. Dean nodded, grabbed Cas’ hand and pulled him up. He embraced Cas as if he was never letting go. Then he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked shocked at Cas who cast him a big smile.
Dean parked the Impala on the driveway and walked to Cas and Meg’s house. Sam helped the priest get out and they followed Dean to the house.
They walked upstairs to Cas and Meg’s room. Dean walked in first and swallowed when he saw Cas had gotten even weaker. They were barely on time.
The priest held his steps when he recognized Cas’ face.
“What’s the problem?” Sam wondered behind the priest.
“That’s Castiel Novak” the priest started.
“Yeah” Dean said obvious.
“Is it better yet?” Meg asked careful, knowing better. Some cold water and cream weren’t going to help. Cas needed medical attention.
Cas shook his head, trying really hard to keep it together. “No” he said difficult. “I need a doctor”
“We can’t take you to a doctor, Cas. Everyone out there is looking for you” Meg explained remorseful.
“Then get Anna here” Cas panted. “She can heal people”
Now that Cas had said it Meg could slap herself. Why hadn’t she thought of that herself? She looked at the ceiling and called for the angel....