Life Lessons (7/?) (Destiel) - In Sickness And In Health
Title: Life Lessons Verse - In Sickness And In Health
Pairing/characters: Dean/Castiel (eventually), Sam
Spoilers: Post S5. A little AU from 5x22.
Summary: The Winchesters help Castiel adjust to being human. Sometimes they learn a lesson for themselves on the way. Dean/Cas. eventually. Heavily hinted. But, shhh... Dean doesn't know yet. As usual. Because who doesn't love oblivious!Dean?
A/N: First time I start on a verse that doesn't have a defined number of chapters. Tell me how you like it.
Dean moans loudly as he wakes up, sits up and rubs his face in his hands. His head is pounding. He looks up and finds Sam reading the paper at the table.
“S’funny.” Dean croaks. “I don’t remember rooming with you last night. Where’s Cas?”
Sam jerks his chin towards the wall. “Dude, he’s riding the porcelain bus right now. He came to find me because he didn’t want to wake you up.”
Dean cringes. Poor Cas. He feels bad for letting him test his limits.
Sam sends him a look as Dean examines his toes poking out of his socks through a hole that wasn’t there yesterday. “You got him ass drunk, you take care of him. Maybe he’ll let you in. He told me to, and I quote : shoo.”
Dean snorts, gets up and grabs greedily the large coffee - black, no sugar - Sam hands him. He smiles tiredly at him. “Thanks, Sammy.”
He knocks on Sam’s bedroom door and doesn’t bother waiting for a response to walk in. He finds Castiel in the bathroom, sitting on the floor, back against the wall, one arm rested on a folded knee and the other clutching a towel. Above him, the window is wide open.
“Hey, Cas.”
Castiel looks at him, the blue in his eyes has never been so dull. Poor thing’s white as a ghost. He still manages to give Dean a small smile. “I believe I am not as hard wearing as you are.”
Dean flops down on the ledge of the bathtub. “Your liver probably thanks you for that.” He muses. “I’m having the worst headache, though. Not undamaged.”
Castiel nods and cringes at the movement. “But we had fun.”
Dean smiles. He looks at Cas, one foot resting against the cold porcelain of the toilet. “Are you done?”
Castiel considers. “I think so.” He says, letting go of the towel. “Is it normal that I’m so shaky?”
“Yeah. Throwing up take a toll on you.” Dean grunts when he helps Castiel up.
“I hate being weak.” The ex angel mutters.
“You’re not.” Dean says and adds before Castiel protests. “You’re doing pretty good, Cas. I know where you come from. You’re doing good.”
Castiel frowns, looks up at him in the mirror across from them. “You’re… proud of me?”
Dean pauses, then grins. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He says.
Castiel smiles at him and leans down to rinse his mouth.
Dean stirs him back to the untouched bed when he’s done. “Look, Sam says I’m up to take care of you, and I’m probably much better for this anyway, so… I’m gonna go fetch you some ice cold water and a buttload of aspirin and you’re gonna sleep it off.”
Castiel lies down gingerly. “I don’t think I want to drink.”
“You need to. Your head hurts so bad because you need water, Cas. Alcohol dehydrates.”
“Oh.” Castiel notes. “Physics.”
Dean laughs. “And when you wake up hungry, I’ll be bringing you the greasiest meal you could find in this town, okay?”
Castiel makes a face.
“Trust me, Cas. This is the only way.”
Castiel turns on his side and closes his eyes. There’s still a frown barring his forehead. “I’m never drinking again.”
“That’s what I said the first time, too.”