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A/N: And they just keep on coming....lol

It's been a week since you woke up and you can finally eat solid foods. You decide it's time.
"Dean," you start. "I want to see him."
Dean looks up from his chair, where he's streaming some video on his phone. "No. You're not ready."
"Dean."
Dean sighs, sitting forward and running his hands over his hair. "Fine."
He stands up and walks over to you as you carefully pull your legs from the bedsheets. He grabs your hand and you stand up, hesitantly at first then less carefully.
"I think I'm okay," you say hopefully. You take one step and collapse. Dean holds you up, making you sit back on the bed.
"I told you you weren't ready."
"Dean, I have to see him. Please," you beg. He sighs again.
"Alright. Let me get a wheelchair, okay? I'll be right back." He glances at you, smiling faintly. "Don't go anywhere." You smile a little in return, for Dean. Then he leaves the room and you stare out the window. It's sunny, but it does nothing to brighten your mood. He comes back soon, rolling in a big black chair. "Here we go."
He helps you sit in it, then pushes you out into the hall. The hospital is busy, with several patients wandering, doctors rushing, and visitors knocking on doors. You ignore it all, keeping your eyes straight ahead. Dean moves slowly and it takes everything in you not to snap at him to hurry up. Mostly it's because you're scared to reach your destination. But finally Dean stops at an open door, just far enough away you can't see inside.
"I'd like to go in alone," you say quietly.
"I figured," Dean replies. "I'll wait outside."
You barely register what he says, just nod your head faintly. Then you grab the wheels, spinning them forward. You pause as soon as you enter the room, staying by the door. There he is. Tubes are sticking from his arm, his nose, his mouth. Dark purple bruises and cuts are still healing and mar his placid features. A tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly brush it away. You roll over to his bed.
"Cas," you whisper. His hand is laying on the blanket and you reach for it, remembering the last time you held it.
More tears drip down your cheeks and you let them go this time. "Cas. They came. So, please. Now you have to-" you stop, knowing if you speak anymore a dam would burst and you don't want Dean to hear you. Instead you close your eyes and rest your head on the hand holding Cas's.

Okay, more crying. Well pretty sure there'll be a part 4 lol....