SPN fic: Castiel, Angel of Midol
Title: Castiel, Angel of Midol
Author: drabblewriter
Wordcount: ~300
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Characters: girl!Dean/girl!Castiel
Summary: Deanna has cramps and asks Castiel for help.
“God, it’s not fair angels don’t get fucking menstrual cramps,” Deanna moans, tossing her head back on the scratchy motel pillow, a hand pressed to her abdomen.
Sitting beside her, Castiel tilts her head and states, “In my true form I do not possess a reproductive system. Here on Earth I feel very little related to my vessel’s body.”
“Like I said, not fair. Can’t you just…” - here she makes a vague hand-waving gesture - “mojo it away for me?”
Cas looks thoughtful for a moment before replying, “No. This is a natural process; my meddling with it would be unwise.”
“I hate you.” Deanna throws an arm over her eyes and wishes Sammy would hurry up with that bottle of Midol from the local drugstore. At Cas’ sound of confusion, she sighs and corrects herself. “Of course I don’t really hate you. It’s just…” She winches. “It hurts, damn it! Can’t you at least find me a heating pad or something?”
When Cas doesn’t reply, Deanna moves her arm to see the angel looking at her, head tilted consideringly. “What are you thinking?” she asks, that particular expression making her a bit nervous.
Cas grins (as much as she ever does, which isn’t much) and announces triumphantly, “I know what I can do to help you.”
“What?” Deanna tries not to let her hope show; most likely Cas has no idea what she’s talking about.
“You asked for a heating pad.” The angel gently moves her human’s hand from her belly and replaces it with her own.
“Cas, I don’t think you-”
And then she feels it. The angel’s hand is growing warmer and warmer against her, like her own personal living, breathing heater, and already the cramps are abating. Deanna flops back down and murmurs, “Cas, you’re awesome.”
Castiel just smiles and turns up the heat a bit more.