It's Real



Cas looks for Waldo. Sam & Bobby take Dean out in a wheelchair.

"Ow. What the hell? Are you a butcher or what?" said Dean with a glare at nurse Wilkes... Or the demon nurse as Cas called her.

"Stop moving, and it won't hurt." She was facing Dean, so she didn't see Castiel suddenly appear in the middle of the room.

"You are hurting my friend," the angel told her with a glare.

"Oh my god," said the nurse, spinning around to face Castiel. "You scared me to death."

"You look alive to me," he said, taking a step forward. "You are hurting him."

"I know what I'm doing. If you would just leave, I could get it done much quicker."

Castiel's blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "I am not leaving you alone with my friend. I do not like you, you cause him pain."

"Hey Dean," said Sam, entering the room. He froze when he saw that Cas looked as if he wanted to kill the nurse. "What's going on?"

"The demon nurse was hurting Dean," answered the angel, not looking away from the nurse.

"Will you stop calling me that? My name is nurse Wilkes. Dean is my patient."

Sam shook his head, and walked over to Dean. "Not anymore. Get out, and send someone else to take care of my brother. You stay away from him."

"Fine." Nurse Wilkes walked towards the door, but Castiel stepped in-front of her.

Dean tried not to smile as he watched the angel glaring hatefully at the nurse. "You are lucky I like humans," he said, before stepping out of her way.

The nurse's face turned as white as milk as she almost ran out of the room.

"Hey, Rambo? Have you finished?"

Castiel turned around, and went red when he saw the two Winchesters looking at him. "I apologise."

"No need to apologise... just stop appearing out of nowhere. What if someone besides us saw you?"

"Yeah... But it's nice that an angel is watching out for my brother. Thanks."

Castiel nodded, and cleared his throat. "Hey Dean, how are you feeling today?"

"Same as before. Still can't feel my damn legs."

The other two looked at each other sadly. "It will take time, Dean. My father would not leave you like this, he needs you."

"If your father needs me so much, he wouldn't have let this happen in the first place."

Castiel looked down at Dean with a wounded expression.

Sam took pity on the angel. "He doesn't mean it, Castiel."

"The hell I don't mean it. It's not you who has to be stuck here all day with nothing to do but physio and search for Waldo," said Dean, gesturing to the bedside table which was littered with the Where's Waldo books that Sam had found for him.

"Who is Waldo?" asked a confused Castiel.

"He's someone I have to look for..." Dean trailed off as Castiel nodded.

"I will find him for you," said the angel, before disappearing.

"Ca-" Dean blinked in surprise. "Okay. That was... weird."

Bobby walked in, holding two cups of coffee. "What's weird?" he asked, handing Sam a coffee.

"Oh nothing. Just Cas going on a search for Waldo," Dean told him with an amused expression.

Bobby stared at Dean for a second. "Come again?"

Dean pointed at the books. "I was telling Cas I had nothing to do but that, and then he suddenly disappeared saying he'd find him for me."

"Yer right, that is weird."

The men tried not to laugh when they heard someone yelling for Waldo down the hall. Another nurse came to the door with a glance back outside, she shook her head and came in.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Some weird guy asking people if they have seen someone." She gave Dean his meds, then checked him over. "Well everything is looking good."

Dean grinned at her. "I always look good," he said with a wink, making Bobby and Sam roll their eyes.

"Er... I-I should talk to your doctor," the nurse told him, a blush staining her cheeks. "But if there are no complications or anything, we should be able to move you to a regular room in the next few days."

"Awesome. But when can I get out of here? I hate these places... But I love nurses," Dean added quickly.

The nurse went bright red. "I'm... We want to keep you in for awhile longer."

Dean sighed. "Oh joy," he whispered to himself.

The nurse looked at the other two men sadly. "I'll leave you guys alone. You know what to do if you need anything," she said, before walking out of the room.

"Why don't I ask someone if we can get a wheelchair, and get you out of this room for a bit?" Sam suggested. "You've just had your medication so it shouldn't be as painful this time."

"Sure why not. It beats staring at these walls all day long."

"Okay. I'll be back in a sec." Sam walked out of the room, passing the window on his way out. He burst out laughing when he saw Castiel outside looking around before he disappeared again. "He's still looking for him."

Dean rolled his eyes with a fond look.

A few minutes later, Sam came back in with a wheelchair with a nurse walking behind him. "Your doctor said you can go for a ride as long as you're not sitting too long. And let your family know if you need to get back."

Dean nodded, and threw the blankets off him.

Sam wheeled the chair over to the bed. "Let me help you." The younger Winchester wrapped his arms around Dean, and carefully helped his injured brother into the chair. "Are you alright?" he asked, kneeling in-front of Dean.

"Yeah," said Dean, wincing. "Hurts a little that's all. Are we going or what?"

Sam nodded, and grabbed a blanket to put over Dean's legs, before he took hold of the handles to push him out of the room. "Here we go."

Dean sat quietly in the wheelchair while Sam pushed him through the corridors of the hospital. Sam was rambling about something, but he didn't pay attention, he was lost in his own thoughts.

Before Dean knew it, he was in the gardens where there were other patients from the hospital. Sam wheeled him away from the others, and applied the brake.

Dean sighed, and tilted his head back to the sun. "That's better."

"You're not in pain, are you?" Sam asked him, sitting by the wheelchair.

"No, I'm fine. It's nice to be out." Dean closed his eyes again, smiling to himself as he felt the heat on his face.

Bobby watched him with a smile of his own as he sat on the other side of the chair. Castiel suddenly appeared in-front of them, making Bobby and Sam jump.

"What happened to you?" asked Sam when he saw Castiel's hair stuck up wildly.

"I was not able to find Waldo," Cas told him, pouting slightly.

Dean burst out laughing.

Castiel frowned and watched him. "What is so amusing?"

"Y-You..." Dean couldn't talk as he broke up again, laughing uncontrollably. He was laughing for two or three minutes before his back started screaming in agony. "Ahh, Sonofa-" he moaned, a grimace crossing his face. "Don't ma-make me... laugh."

"I did not do anything funny. Why are you laughing at me?"

Dean finally managed to stop laughing. "That hurt like a bitch, but it was worth it," he said, wiping his tears from laughing so hard.

"I do not understand why Dean is so happy, I could not find his friend."

"Waldo's a guy you have to find in a book. He's not real," Sam told him, biting his lip as he tried not to start laughing.

"Oh. I wondered why people were giving me funny looks. I checked the whole hospital, and different parts of the country."

"I can't believe you went everywhere to look for some guy who didn't exist."

"I thought you wanted to find your friend. At least I made you laugh," he said with a shrug.

"Thanks Cas. It's been so long since I laughed like that," he said, before shifting uncomfortably. "Uh... Can we go back now? My back is hurting like a sonofabitch."

Sam immediately stood, and grabbed the handles. "Yeah. Come on," he said as he almost ran back into the hospital with the chair.

Castiel walked with Bobby. "Is Dean mad at me?"

"Why would he be mad at ya?"

Castiel shrugged, and looked down. "I made him hurt again," he answered sadly.

"He's alright. He's not supposed to laugh yet," Bobby told him, placing his hand on the angel's shoulder as the two walked in together.

When they got back to the room, Dean was already in bed, looking pale with his eyes scrunched closed. Sam was pressing the call button almost frantically.

"I'll go find Wal... I mean a nurse," Castiel told them, and walked back out of the room.

Sam shook his head, still amused.

Castiel came back into the room a minute later with a nurse following behind him. "This one is not a demon. I checked."

"Thanks Cas," whispered Dean weakly as the nurse gave him some much needed medication. "Stop saying demons in-front of people... Y-You're freaking everyone out."

When the nurse left, Dean turned to the window, a single tear falling down his cheek. He wiped it away, so the others didn't see, but of course Sam noticed.

"What's wrong?" asked a worried Sam, taking Dean's hand.

"I can't be like this my whole life, Sam... I just can't."

Sam squeezed his hand gently. "You're not going to. You'll get better, you just need a little more time. Not even Dean Winchester can bounce straight back from a gunshot wound to the back."

"Even a superhero can get hurt sometimes," said Castiel with his usual serious expression.

Dean rolled his eyes, and turned to look at the men and angel. "Thanks guys," he said quietly, his eyes drifting shut.

Cas tilted his head slightly. "I have to go. I will return in a little while."

Sam bit his lip, trying not to smile. "You're not going to look for Waldo again, are you?"

"No. I have to check something. Call me if Dean needs me. I should be back before he wakes up." With that, the angel left the room.

Sam looked at Bobby, who shrugged.

The two looked after their sleeping family member, while they waited for him to come back.

It was almost two in the morning when Castiel came back. He sat on the edge of Dean's bed, and watched the sleeping hunter.

Sam shifted in his sleep, and opened his eyes. He jumped slightly when he saw Cas sitting on the bed. "Everything okay?"

"Yes. I had to make sure nobody tracked me during my little... trip."

"Nobody did, right?" asked a worried Sam.

"Everything is okay, Sam. If we needed to move him, I would have woke you up straight away," said Castiel, turning back to look at Dean. "Go back to sleep. I will watch Dean."

Sam closed his eyes again. He knew Dean would be okay if he had an angel watching over him.


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