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They already didn’t feel good, it had been a really rough day. Dealing with all kinds of fools and idiots who just couldn’t understand that the world didn’t revolve around them. Though it wasn’t their fault when they couldn’t understand how much bigger the world was outside of them.
Reader had been sitting in class, minding their own business when they got that familiar blurring of their vision, tried to blink it away and that didn’t work. They sighed, knowing they had about 20 minutes before they were incapacitated so they asked to be excused.
They raised their hand “Mrs. Rosewood? Can I go to the bathroom please?”
The teacher barely looked up, she didn’t truly care about they had or wanted to do “yeah sure, just hurry back” she said with a wave of her hand
They got up and practically ran out of that classroom, it was an overwhelming cesspit of their triggers and it was only going to get worse so obviously they decided to call Dean first, and…he didn’t answer even after they tried to call him 4 times.
“Damn it.” They mumbled to themselves, clicking on Sam’s icon and tried to call him and they couldn’t get through to him either. They were progressively becoming more annoyed and their vision got more blurred. They leaned against the wall, they already felt the other symptoms coming. The dizziness, nausea, and the pressure building behind their eye.
They really only had one choice left, as much as they didn’t want to both Cas and doubted he would even understand. It was either that or suffer and dealing with a confused angel seemed like the better choice. They dialed Cas, maybe he wasn’t going to answer as well but it was worth a shot. They held their phone to their ear, the pain coming to join the harmony of misery of this incessant migraine. Much to their surprise and gratitude, Cas picks up. Seeming confused but willing to hear what they have to say to them.
“What’s wrong, kid?” Castiels voice asks from the other end of the phone
“Oh finally- Cas I need you to come get me, okay?”
“Why?” He asked, very flatly
“Because I am in pain, and I can’t stand being here anymore, I actually might cry, Cas.” They started to sound like their voice was shaking
Silence filled both ends of the phone line, and Cas sighed and says “alright, I’ll be there soon, just wait.” He doesn’t even wait for a response before hanging up
Reader tries to stand up straight enough to make their way to the office, it was getting bad and it was getting bad fast. They were extremely close to losing their balance, finally finding their way to the chair in the office and all that was left was to just wait for Cas, they didn’t even know what he would be able to do when he got their but he was someone they trusted implicitly even if he was awkward at times.
The front door coming into the office opened and Cas was standing there, trying to look as normal as an angel in a human body could. He walked over to them, and immediately commented “you look like you’ve lived through a crusade”
“Thanks, real nice, Cas.” At this point they were completely in the pits of this migraine. Their vision was nearly completely blurred, the aura was only getting worse.
Cas offered a hand up and when they took it, they stumbled but he didn’t let them fall over. He always treated them like they’re his kid or his comprehension of what that would be, what was important is that he tried and seemed willing to help when he could.
He helps them walk out of the school and helped them into the passenger seat of the car and put their backpack in the back. Cas was unsure what to do in this situation, he’s seen both Sam and Dean help them while they were feeling like this, yet most times it ended in them going to the hospital, regular painkillers never worked so he decided to just cut out the middle man and immediately started the drive to the hospital.
They leaned their head against the window, watching scenery pass by while trying not to throw up. They glanced over at Castiel who seemed to be more focused on the road but they decided to say something anyway “Hey…Castiel?”
“What’s wrong?” He asked, his gaze not leaving the road ahead
“Oh nothing, just thank you, you didn’t have to help me.”
“Yes I did, it’s part of my job as an angel. But I guess you’re welcome, I try, because I see both Sam and Dean try as well” he explained away as if it was nothing, but it meant a lot to Reader, they never knew who their parents were so it’s nice to have someone who cares anyway. They suppose that all three of them were their parents In each of their own ways.
When they pulled up to the hospital entrance, Cas helped them out of the car and into the ED. They sat down in one of the waiting room chairs as one of the intake nurses came up to check them in, and give them a wrist band.
“So what’re you here for?” The nurse asked, writing it down as Reader explained what was going on, the nurse was very attentive and said “we’ll get you back as soon as possible, until then would you like anything?”
“An ice pack. Please.” They asked, practically sinking into the chair.
When they were given the ice pack, they immediately put it on the back of their neck and the relief was instant but not permanent and the ache in their skull just deepened. While Cas didn’t really understand this form of human pain, he didn’t like that they were feeling bad, he never did.
Both of them sat there for what felt like hours and to be real, it was, but eventually they got called back and Reader were finally able to get into the bed and there was some relief in that. Cas sat in the chair beside the bed, it was one of this uncomfortable ones, even for an angel.
It was silent. Mostly. The nurse had taped a pulse monitor to their index finger and the steady beep of monitor filled the room. The lights were dimmed to try and relieve some of the pain they were feeling. Another nurse came in about 45 minutes later, she was there with the saline bag as well as the other medicine that made up the migraine cocktail. Toradol, Compazine, Zohfan and Benadryl. As much as they wanted to feel better, they hated needles. They always had.
The nurse wrapped a rubber band around their upper arm and was looking for a vein that was good enough for the IV.
They looked away, not being able to handle the sight of the needle, they were being a baby and they knew it but still.
“Are you afraid?” Castiel asked even though he already knew the answer. “Can I help you?”
Reader looked at him, making eye contact and they couldn’t get their words out, they felt like they couldn’t speak. “I- uh”
Cas understood their hesitance and did what he’d seen others do hundreds of times to support others or make them feel better. He offered them his hand, whether or not they took it was up to them.
Reader lets out a sigh of what seems to be relief and reached out and held onto Castiels hand when the nurse finally found a good vein and easily inserted the IV catheter and that made them flinch but it felt a little better having Cas there. More importantly even if he didn’t fully understand or grasp this form of fear, he didn’t make them feel bad over it and suddenly it was done. The IV was in and the nurse started to inject the medicine in through the line. Compazine first, zohfran second, and then Benadryl and finally toradol.
The nurse adjusted the saline bag before turning down the lights and their pain was quickly dissipating. The Benadryl was making them so tired, they’d long since let go of Cas’ hand but they weren’t asleep just yet.
“You know, for an angel you’re a pretty good parent.” They said, words slurred slightly for exhaustion.
Castiel was thinking about what to say to that, letting out a huff of laughter and looking back at them and said “Well I’m still learning, but I’m glad I could help a little bit, kid.”
Castiel was still learning how to be a proper guardian for a prophet, but it was going good so far and he was glad he could help. It’s what he was created to do after all.