A familiar setting.
Title: A familiar setting.
Pairing: Dean/Cas.
Summary: This is quite short. Cas is wounded and Dean realizes just how much he cares.
Rating: PG
Author's note: This is my first attempt at a Dean/Cas fic so go easy on me! Thank you for reading.
Dean watches as Cas slowly takes off his trench coat, bruises forming on his arms, blood streaming down his face. He's hurt like he's never been before. Dean tries to help but he can't seem to command his muscles. Cas puts the coat on the chair of the crappy motel they're staying, Sam looking for some stuff to heal an Angel.
Is it even possible to heal an Angel? They're the ones who heal. That's how it works. Cas moans. Moans. The pain can be read on his face and it actually hurts to see him suffer so much.
"Cas, why don't you go upstairs?" Sam carefully asks, still looking on the Internet for information.
"I was hurt by an Angel AND a demon, Sam. It's not that easy. If I go now, they will not be gentle with me"
He sits on the edge of the bed where Dean lies, and puts both of his hands on his face, staring at the blood on his palms and fingers. Dean reaches out. He can't help it. Gently, like he's afraid of hurting him more, he pats his back, whispering words like "it's okay, everything's gonna be fine, we're gonna find those sons of bitches".
"Cas, let me help you. Anything"
Sam snorts but pretends to be focused on his laptop when Dean glares. Cas turns to face him and Dean actually chokes at the pain of Cas' face, blue eyes panicked, hair disheveled and blood streaming on his neck and white shirt.
"Jesus" is all he can manage to say and Cas tries to smile, really smile and takes Dean's hand in his.
"You have done enough, Dean. Thank you for saving me"
Dean feels something he hasn't felt before, something familiar, safe, warm. He feels like home. Like when he hugs Sam or sees Bobby. Cas is his home, too, now.
And Cas feels it too, maybe always felt it as he puts a soft kiss on Dean's forehead, so soft Dean isn't sure if it happened. Then he hear the familiar sound of wings and he's gone, leaving his trench coat on the chair, leaving everything.
It's not his fault if his hands brush his forehead, if his heart is pounding hard against his chest, if he forgot for a few seconds that Sam was in the room, forgot how to breath. Now he truly gets the meaning behind the words "profound bond".
When Cas comes back, healed and safe, Dean gives him a kiss on the cheek, absently, tells him he's happy to see him and asks him how are things up there.
Cas doesn't answer, looks down, and Dean realizes he's blushing and holy shit, that's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and he doesn't care if Sam is right behind him, it's all too overwhelming and he pulls Cas into him, smelling him, remembering every fiber of his skin. Cas' confused look to Sam doesn't make him stop and Sam just stares, groaning and grinning at his brother who would die before admitting how much he actually cares about this awkward Angel.
Dean just closes his eyes, and he's at home in a second.
Pairing: Dean/Cas.
Summary: This is quite short. Cas is wounded and Dean realizes just how much he cares.
Rating: PG
Author's note: This is my first attempt at a Dean/Cas fic so go easy on me! Thank you for reading.
Dean watches as Cas slowly takes off his trench coat, bruises forming on his arms, blood streaming down his face. He's hurt like he's never been before. Dean tries to help but he can't seem to command his muscles. Cas puts the coat on the chair of the crappy motel they're staying, Sam looking for some stuff to heal an Angel.
Is it even possible to heal an Angel? They're the ones who heal. That's how it works. Cas moans. Moans. The pain can be read on his face and it actually hurts to see him suffer so much.
"Cas, why don't you go upstairs?" Sam carefully asks, still looking on the Internet for information.
"I was hurt by an Angel AND a demon, Sam. It's not that easy. If I go now, they will not be gentle with me"
He sits on the edge of the bed where Dean lies, and puts both of his hands on his face, staring at the blood on his palms and fingers. Dean reaches out. He can't help it. Gently, like he's afraid of hurting him more, he pats his back, whispering words like "it's okay, everything's gonna be fine, we're gonna find those sons of bitches".
"Cas, let me help you. Anything"
Sam snorts but pretends to be focused on his laptop when Dean glares. Cas turns to face him and Dean actually chokes at the pain of Cas' face, blue eyes panicked, hair disheveled and blood streaming on his neck and white shirt.
"Jesus" is all he can manage to say and Cas tries to smile, really smile and takes Dean's hand in his.
"You have done enough, Dean. Thank you for saving me"
Dean feels something he hasn't felt before, something familiar, safe, warm. He feels like home. Like when he hugs Sam or sees Bobby. Cas is his home, too, now.
And Cas feels it too, maybe always felt it as he puts a soft kiss on Dean's forehead, so soft Dean isn't sure if it happened. Then he hear the familiar sound of wings and he's gone, leaving his trench coat on the chair, leaving everything.
It's not his fault if his hands brush his forehead, if his heart is pounding hard against his chest, if he forgot for a few seconds that Sam was in the room, forgot how to breath. Now he truly gets the meaning behind the words "profound bond".
When Cas comes back, healed and safe, Dean gives him a kiss on the cheek, absently, tells him he's happy to see him and asks him how are things up there.
Cas doesn't answer, looks down, and Dean realizes he's blushing and holy shit, that's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and he doesn't care if Sam is right behind him, it's all too overwhelming and he pulls Cas into him, smelling him, remembering every fiber of his skin. Cas' confused look to Sam doesn't make him stop and Sam just stares, groaning and grinning at his brother who would die before admitting how much he actually cares about this awkward Angel.
Dean just closes his eyes, and he's at home in a second.