West Coast

Chapter Twenty-seven

Cas sucked in a breath. 'Even still, he might try to access my accounts, I should freeze them.'

'Maybe not,' Sam said thoughtfully. 'Sure, he might try to access yours, say he's your dad, or whatever, but you could always move it over to Dean's accounts. He wouldn't get very far trying to get into those.'

'Good idea.'

Jody nodded. 'That all sounds great. What do you want me to do with him? I got him in a holding cell, you wanna press charges?'

'What kind of charges?' Sam asked.

Jody smirked. 'A few things. Trespassing, breaking and entering, destruction of property. You can't really get away with that stuff, if you do it in front of the sheriff.'

'Sounds great to me,' Sam said. 'What do you say, Cas?'

'All right,' he said distractedly. 'Did they take Dean's medical history yet?'

'I gave them all your files before I woke you up,' Jody smiled. 'The doctor said they were very thorough.'

'Good.'

Jody gave him a sympathetic look. 'All right, well I gotta go. Call me when you get an update, okay?'

'Sure thing, Jody,' said Sam. 'Come on, Cas, come sit down.'

Cas's chest loosened when they went back to Dean, and the machines were still beeping rhythmically.

Dean, grinned at him again. 'You okay, baby?' he slurred.

Sam rolled his eyes, and sat in another seat on Dean's other side.

'I'm fine, thank you, Dean,' Cas said fondly, stroking Dean's cheek and sitting beside him.

Dean just stared at him, smiling widely.

Cas fidgeted under his gaze.

'You're in an awfully good mood,' Sam smirked.

'Why wouldn't I be?'

'I don't know, probably the nearly dying thing.'

'Well, I didn't die, and I've got the most beautiful man in the world sitting right next to me.'

Sam puffed out his cheeks. 'Oh boy,' he muttered.

Cas rested an elbow on Dean's bed, so he could watch better, and look into Dean's green, unfocused eyes. 'Are you sure you're feeling all right?' he asked. 'Aren't you in pain?'

'A little, but nothing I can't handle.' He brushed his fingers along Cas's jaw. 'Don't you worry 'bout a thing, sweetheart.'

Sam looked as though he'd like nothing more than to sink into the ground. 'Are you really gonna make me listen to this?'

'Come on, Sam, look at him. Have you seen these eyes? How can you not love that?'

'Yeah, Dean, I've seen them. Been seeing them for over a decade now.'

Dean patted Cas's hand. 'You don't listen to him, he's just cranky 'cause he hasn't had his afternoon kale goop, or whatever.'

'Nice, Dean.'

'Can't be mean to me, Sammy, I'm sick.'

Sam just sighed loudly, but straightened up when the doctor pulled back the curtain.

'What's up, doc?' Dean laughed, and Sam groaned again.

'I just want to ask you some questions. We have an idea of what happened, but I just want to make sure we've got everything straightened out.'