Face time||Destiel [COMPLETED]

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Try to guess what the medication is for. I hope I got the medical condition right and displayed it accurately ;).

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The couple sat in silence as the movie on display echoed. Castiel had told Dean that they can stay over since Sam had taken residence with the dogs in Gabriel's room, since all the candy is stored there.

Dean shrugged and answered that he may if Sam is too hung up on he dogs.

The night was peaceful, and Dean started to think Castiel is a health nut since he only ate little and didn't even touch the junk food. Which prompted to Dean being ashamed and shying away from eating chocolate and junkie food to him sitting with water instead of anything.

Castiel abruptly stood up and slapped a hand on his mouth, Dean jumped to his feet in curiosity, Castiel's eyes darted around the room in search of something and could visibly see Castiel start to sweat profusely. "Are you okay?" Was what Dean asked. Which was dumb in his eyes.

The guy isn't obviously okay.

The fuck Dean?

Castiel took a sharp breath "I'm f-fine, um. Sorry for the sudden...movement?" Dean shrugged but didn't relax.

Didn't get to relax*

Castiel started hyperventilating for some god forsaken reason and it freaked Dean out of his shoes. Hitler came barging in, barking like there is no tomorrow and circling around Castiel in a fashion of care.

Sam stumbled in with Cas Jr And his brother straddling behind him. Hitler then went to the phone and-to dean's very very impressed expectations-dialled 911. Dean hurried after Hitler, leaving behind the now almost unconscious Castiel on the floor.

"911 what's you're emergency?"

"My boyfriend is dying I think. He's not breathing and sweating and jittering and-and muttering?"

"Does he take any medication?"

"Yeah, but I don't know what. He supposedly took it this morning" oh wait shit he didn't.

He was searching for it.

"Um, no scratch that, he couldn't find it this morning and almost had a panic attack by his words"

"Can you find the medication?"

"It won't do! He lost consciousness! I want am ambulance now!"

"Calm down sir, does anyone around know about his medicine?"

"Sir, with all due respect. My boyfriend is lying on the ground with his dog howling like death is looming over. The medicine can't be taken. I need an ambulance or his life might be over, please!"

"Sir, an ambulance is on the way. Can you describe the status of your boyfriend?"

"Um, yeah sure"

Dean glanced behind him and saw a very pale looking Castiel gasping for breath as his dog licked his hands and tried to push him up, Sam was shaking Castiel-probably not helping-and shouting for "daddy" to wake up.

He could see panic flood around the huddled area, Castiel spasmed scaring Sam momentarily but prompting Hitler to run to the room and grab something.

"I think he's having a seizure! Where is he damn ambulance?!"

"Sir, I need you to calm down"

"Dude, sir, my man. My fucking boyfriend is borderline dying and you are trying to tell me to calm down??"

"Sir-" the guy was cut off my Hitler pushing Dean away and throwing a pen of sorts onto dean's lap.

Dean glanced at it then at Hitler who pushed Dean towards Castiel. Sam had been now back at his place and shaking Cas awake.

Dean recognized the pen as an insulin injection pen. Dean's mind pieced the puzzle and checked if there is an insulin tube inside. It was empty, which to Dean's disappointment meant he can do nothing. He shuffled towards Castiel and tried to sit him up right, Castiel didn't fight back but he kept flopping down to the ground.

Did the damn ambulance know which apartment to check?

Fuck, no. No they don't. Plan b.

"911 what's your-"

"I TALKED TO YOU SIX MONUTES AGO ABOUT SENDING ME AN AMBULANCE I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT WE'RE IN APARTMENT 26C AND THAT THE AMBULANCE SHOULD HURRY THE FUCKING UP"

"...."

"Sorry for shouting."

"The ambulance is near sir, just a few minutes away"

"What do I do to help him?"

"Do you know his condition?"

"His dog brought me a insulin pen so I think he's diabetic"

"Oh, in this case try and inject him with insulin"

"I don't know his dose"

"Then tell me his symptoms"

"Well, he's pale, he's shaking, he's sweating and not even conscious anymore! He-oh fuck- He stopped fucking breathing!"

"Sir, I need you to stay calm"

"I can't!"

"Sir, try and put ice on his forehead"

"Okay, okay. Sam step back" Dean help the phone to his ear with his shoulder and ran to Cas' kitchen. He grabbed a towel and wrapped if inside it "what now??" Dean asked, directing Sam to press the towel to Cas' head.

"Can you try and help him breath? Check if his pulse is there" Dean followed, grabbing Cas' wrist and holding to digits to it.

"It's faint and absurdly slow. But it's there"

"I need you to use CPR and push down his chest for a small second them relieve the force over an over. Until his heart works faster."

"What about his breathing?"

"We'll cover that in a moment. The ambulance is only a block away sir"

Dean tried to use his high school CPR training and help Castiel breath and help his heart work, but in his worrying mess and the dogs howling it was almost too much.

"Okay, okay. what do I do, it's not working. What do I do?"

"I need you to stay calm, and wait until the ambulance arrives. Is he still seizuring?"

"No, he's completely still. He's breathing a little bit more now"

"The ambulance is seconds away. Can you open the door so they can enter easily?"

"Ye-yeah. sure" Dean shuffled to his feet and opened the door. The sirens were audible and Dean felt relief start to wash over him.

"Sir?"

"I can hear the ambulance!"

"Good, now sir. I need you to clear a space so the paramedics can help your boyfriend. Clear?"

"Yeah"

"Now I'm going to hang up. is that alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Okay"

"Great."

Dean heard heavy footprints sprinting through the hallway and then saw three doctors flooding the space of Cas' doorframe.

"Sir I need you to step back"

Dean was pushed back followed by the puppies and dog, and them finally Sam-who strongly protested-was handed to Dean.

"Is daddy going to wake up soon?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine, Sammy. We just need to call Gabriel"

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JESUS SHIT THIS IS A LONG ADD CHAPTER.

My apologies