A Moment (Supernatural Fic)
Title: A Moment
Characters (Pairings): Dean/Castiel
Ratings/Warnings: G, Spoilers if you aren’t up to episode 5x17
Word Count: 614
Disclaimer Supernatural does not belong to me
Summary: Extra scene set in 5x17. Dean never leaves the hotel room at the end of the episode. Instead he stays and takes care of his angel(like he’s suppose to :P). A moment of comfort and peace ensues.
A Moment
Dean stood just outside of the open door of the hotel room watching a reluctant Sam drive off in the impala, taking Father Gideon back to his house. Dean had sent him on the task after he got tired of getting weird questioning looks from him. Dean stood there until the impala’s retreating headlights turned the corner and then he went back into the room, closing the door behind him.
He heard a soft groan drift over from his bed and Dean grabbed a wet washcloth from a bowl that sat on the tabletop as he headed over to his bed. Lying haphazardly on it with his eyes closed was a disheveled Castiel. Dean sat down on the left side of the bed and quietly reached over to gently clean the blood that trailed down from Castiel’s nostril to the left side of his lips. As he wiped off the blood he saw Castiel’s eyes flutter open and focus on him.
“Sorry, Cas, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Dean said in apology. “It’s just you’re still bleeding.” His brows furrowed in concern as he worked and when all the blood was gone he moved the washcloth away from Castiel’s face and set it on the nightstand by the bed.
“It’ll stop soon,” Castiel told him in a gruff voice. “The spell’s effects shouldn’t last much longer.”
Dean hoped Castiel was right about the spell. His heart constricted when he recalled how Castiel had screamed in pain and crumpled to the floor when he was struggling with the whore of Babylon, ending up in a heap with blood oozing from his nose and mouth.
“So you’ll be okay?” Dean asked him.
“Yes.” Castiel replied reassuringly.
Dean’s lips spread into a slight smile as he peered into Castiel’s blue eyes. He was glad to hear Castiel would be fine. Castiel was very important to him and he didn’t want to see him in any form of pain. It was also for him that he was doing this. He would make sure that everyone he loved would be taken care of before…
“I know what you’re planning,” Castiel said pulling him from his thoughts. “And I won’t let you.”
Dean started at Castiel’s words and at the challenging look in Castiel’s eyes, but he quickly collected his composure. “I’m not planning anything.” He replied smoothly but Castiel just eyed him suspiciously.
“You’re lying.” Castiel countered knowingly.
Dean sighed and gently wrapped his arms around him, placing a hand over Castiel’s face where it rested on his chest. “Cas, please,” He pleaded. “For now just let it go. When Sam comes back you can play angelic inquisitor and both get on my ass.”
He knew they would try to talk him out of it, argue with him, probably kick his ass but he was dead set on it. He was going to do this for them, because he owed them and because he loved them. He would make sure they wouldn’t be hurt and then he’d give himself over without a fight. He processed this all in his mind and then he released a shuddering breath.
“Right now I just want to hold you.” He said quietly and he rested his chin on Castiel’s rustled dark tresses.
Castiel didn’t say anything, but he felt Castiel shift slightly on the bed. Felt his heat as he aligned his body more with his and felt his arm go around his waist. He smiled at the feel and warmth of Castiel against him and tightened his grip on him.
A moment of peace, he thought as he closed his eyes, before the point of no return.
The End
Characters (Pairings): Dean/Castiel
Ratings/Warnings: G, Spoilers if you aren’t up to episode 5x17
Word Count: 614
Disclaimer Supernatural does not belong to me
Summary: Extra scene set in 5x17. Dean never leaves the hotel room at the end of the episode. Instead he stays and takes care of his angel(like he’s suppose to :P). A moment of comfort and peace ensues.
A Moment
Dean stood just outside of the open door of the hotel room watching a reluctant Sam drive off in the impala, taking Father Gideon back to his house. Dean had sent him on the task after he got tired of getting weird questioning looks from him. Dean stood there until the impala’s retreating headlights turned the corner and then he went back into the room, closing the door behind him.
He heard a soft groan drift over from his bed and Dean grabbed a wet washcloth from a bowl that sat on the tabletop as he headed over to his bed. Lying haphazardly on it with his eyes closed was a disheveled Castiel. Dean sat down on the left side of the bed and quietly reached over to gently clean the blood that trailed down from Castiel’s nostril to the left side of his lips. As he wiped off the blood he saw Castiel’s eyes flutter open and focus on him.
“Sorry, Cas, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Dean said in apology. “It’s just you’re still bleeding.” His brows furrowed in concern as he worked and when all the blood was gone he moved the washcloth away from Castiel’s face and set it on the nightstand by the bed.
“It’ll stop soon,” Castiel told him in a gruff voice. “The spell’s effects shouldn’t last much longer.”
Dean hoped Castiel was right about the spell. His heart constricted when he recalled how Castiel had screamed in pain and crumpled to the floor when he was struggling with the whore of Babylon, ending up in a heap with blood oozing from his nose and mouth.
“So you’ll be okay?” Dean asked him.
“Yes.” Castiel replied reassuringly.
Dean’s lips spread into a slight smile as he peered into Castiel’s blue eyes. He was glad to hear Castiel would be fine. Castiel was very important to him and he didn’t want to see him in any form of pain. It was also for him that he was doing this. He would make sure that everyone he loved would be taken care of before…
“I know what you’re planning,” Castiel said pulling him from his thoughts. “And I won’t let you.”
Dean started at Castiel’s words and at the challenging look in Castiel’s eyes, but he quickly collected his composure. “I’m not planning anything.” He replied smoothly but Castiel just eyed him suspiciously.
“You’re lying.” Castiel countered knowingly.
Dean sighed and gently wrapped his arms around him, placing a hand over Castiel’s face where it rested on his chest. “Cas, please,” He pleaded. “For now just let it go. When Sam comes back you can play angelic inquisitor and both get on my ass.”
He knew they would try to talk him out of it, argue with him, probably kick his ass but he was dead set on it. He was going to do this for them, because he owed them and because he loved them. He would make sure they wouldn’t be hurt and then he’d give himself over without a fight. He processed this all in his mind and then he released a shuddering breath.
“Right now I just want to hold you.” He said quietly and he rested his chin on Castiel’s rustled dark tresses.
Castiel didn’t say anything, but he felt Castiel shift slightly on the bed. Felt his heat as he aligned his body more with his and felt his arm go around his waist. He smiled at the feel and warmth of Castiel against him and tightened his grip on him.
A moment of peace, he thought as he closed his eyes, before the point of no return.
The End