"I have you. I have you," Cas murmurs distantly, as if he can't even hear Dean talking. He slips his arms around Dean, gentle, gentle, moreso than he'd ever handled him before even as an angel-

building his body from scratch, so carefully, every hair and freckle safely into place

-and lifted him to his feet. He pulls Dean's uninjured arm over his shoulders and pulls as much of Dean's weight onto him as he can hold. He helps/carries Dean out-

cradles the soul close, brushes off the demon filth that hell had put onto him to show that brilliant, burning spirit beneath, the one that had reached for him, had turned away from hell and said please, please, take me out of here

-and circles around the Impala to tuck Dean into the passenger seat. He climbs behind the wheel, starts the car and puts them on the highway. They're going to a hospital.