The world, in all its vastness and infinite noise narrows down to nothing but the silence of Dean Winchester's heart in that moment. There are cries all around him, hands all over Dean's body but all Castiel can hear is pressing silence as he rips away the chains holding Dean up and steps over them all, laying Dean on the ground in one swift movement.
He presses a hand over Dean's heart, eyes whiting out again as he draws on every remaining shred of grace, every reserve of energy. His wings spread, blocking out the light spilling in from the bright moon as he forces his grace into Dean, his body jolting, back arching violently as his heart restarts. Castiel is vaguely aware of a high pitched noise filling the air as his grace continues to spill out, glass shattering in the few remaining windows.
It is not going to be enough, not to erase all the hurt. He restarts Dean's lungs, both of them enveloped in blinding light as the internal bleeding is stopped. It begins to die out far too quickly and as it fades entirely, Castiel notices Dean's still broken arm, his blood loss and his still ash white face before collapsing by his side.
"Call an ambulance," he rasps, opening his eyes to stare at the side of Dean's gasping face. "Now."
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Date: 2013-04-21 04:16 am (UTC)He presses a hand over Dean's heart, eyes whiting out again as he draws on every remaining shred of grace, every reserve of energy. His wings spread, blocking out the light spilling in from the bright moon as he forces his grace into Dean, his body jolting, back arching violently as his heart restarts. Castiel is vaguely aware of a high pitched noise filling the air as his grace continues to spill out, glass shattering in the few remaining windows.
It is not going to be enough, not to erase all the hurt. He restarts Dean's lungs, both of them enveloped in blinding light as the internal bleeding is stopped. It begins to die out far too quickly and as it fades entirely, Castiel notices Dean's still broken arm, his blood loss and his still ash white face before collapsing by his side.
"Call an ambulance," he rasps, opening his eyes to stare at the side of Dean's gasping face. "Now."