Hello, comment_fic friends! I’m
drabblewriter, jazzed to be your benevolent overlord for the week, and our first theme is my personal favorite fic genre, hurt/comfort. Today's the day we put our faves through the emotional and/or physical wringer, then send someone in to make them feel a bit better.
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row
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If not for the sweet old lady, he doubted Dean would have consented to stopping for the night . But he had, and while Castiel still wasn't sure about a lot when it came to humans and their fragile bodies, he could see tension. He knew Dean liked long hot showers post-Hunt, or after a long drive, or after...
He felt his the skin under this shirt collar grow heated as he considered what his mind had been about to end that sentence with. As if summoned by his less than holy thoughts, Dean appeared in the bathroom, naked but for boxer shorts as he was too stubborn to turn on the AC until it became truly intolerable. Dean's eyes grew wide at the sight of the hot water.
"That's a jacuzzi tub." he stated.
Castiel blinked. "I...is that different from bathtubs?" In his and the Winchester's lives, they were lucky to see a clean shower, much less a bathtub, so it was hardly a stretch to imagine Castiel wouldn't be familiar with bathtub distinctions.
"I just know you're stiff and sore and...hot showers always help. This isn't a shower but it's still hot and I thought-" he was cut off by a splash, and Dean's boxers in the doorway.
The look on Dean's face as he slid into the hot water was worth any and all confusion, as was the smile he directed at Castiel.
"You did this for me, huh?"
Castiel nodded.
"Why don't you get in here yourself and I'll see if I can do something for you?"
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You may be amused to know I tried, tried so hard to make this Dean/Crowley, it just wouldn't flow.
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Dean/Crowley, my other favorite :) hehe
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