Snuggle meme: Dean and Cas (for soldier_ofgod)
I'm so cheating. Sammy used with permission.
Dean was getting agitated, and for a few instants, Castiel could just stare, taken momentarily aback again by the pure intensity of emotion. That was something that had been somehow locked away in hell, the scorching feeling - it was easier to detect in anger, real genuine anger; but it was there in a lot more that Dean would do. Or let himself experience. Fear, even if only barely admitted to, only a fraction of it. Guilt, even. Joy, so much in simple things. Responsibility. Love.
... and right now, the angel wondered for an instant whether he'd get to witness his charge (former charge? It was a little confusing, past the threshold that he'd crossed, what the right words were anymore) foam at the mouth.
Of course, there was no time to wait and see. Dean had broken from the tirade into shouting, and Cas sighed and simply slipped closer between the gesticulating arms, and reached to touch his fingers to his charge's brow. He'd get chewed at later for it. Then again, when he let some steam out, Dean might even see things as they were and not hold a grudge. That wouldn't happen immediately on reawakening, though. Dean's eyes glazed, then closed, and his body went slack and he collapsed...
... straight forward onto the angel.
Castiel's arms reached to catch the fall almost unconsciously, going around the bulky, relaxed body and bearing the weight - though not exactly at first, the momentum - and holding him firmly.
"What the..." Sam had hurried in as soon as he heard his brother's yelling, but whatever he had expected to see, it wasn't this. "Cas? Dean?!"
"He's all right." The angel lowered Dean to the floor, arranging him with care, and only then looked up to see Sam's still wide-eyed stare. "He didn't take some news I brought very well at all. And none of us can afford the time of him being... that out of sorts right now. You need..."
Sam was on his knees checking for pulse and breath anyway, before glaring suspiciously. "You sure he's alright?"
"Yes, I am sure, Sam. Now, listen. We need to get the both of you to..." He rattled on, instructions, protective measures.
And while he never did touch Dean until he took off (waking up without the angel around would probably be more calming!) the image of what honestly looked like a warm hug stayed with Sam for a while. Hey, maybe after this was over, he could tell Dean about it and get a decent laugh from his brother's face at that, right?
Dean was getting agitated, and for a few instants, Castiel could just stare, taken momentarily aback again by the pure intensity of emotion. That was something that had been somehow locked away in hell, the scorching feeling - it was easier to detect in anger, real genuine anger; but it was there in a lot more that Dean would do. Or let himself experience. Fear, even if only barely admitted to, only a fraction of it. Guilt, even. Joy, so much in simple things. Responsibility. Love.
... and right now, the angel wondered for an instant whether he'd get to witness his charge (former charge? It was a little confusing, past the threshold that he'd crossed, what the right words were anymore) foam at the mouth.
Of course, there was no time to wait and see. Dean had broken from the tirade into shouting, and Cas sighed and simply slipped closer between the gesticulating arms, and reached to touch his fingers to his charge's brow. He'd get chewed at later for it. Then again, when he let some steam out, Dean might even see things as they were and not hold a grudge. That wouldn't happen immediately on reawakening, though. Dean's eyes glazed, then closed, and his body went slack and he collapsed...
... straight forward onto the angel.
Castiel's arms reached to catch the fall almost unconsciously, going around the bulky, relaxed body and bearing the weight - though not exactly at first, the momentum - and holding him firmly.
"What the..." Sam had hurried in as soon as he heard his brother's yelling, but whatever he had expected to see, it wasn't this. "Cas? Dean?!"
"He's all right." The angel lowered Dean to the floor, arranging him with care, and only then looked up to see Sam's still wide-eyed stare. "He didn't take some news I brought very well at all. And none of us can afford the time of him being... that out of sorts right now. You need..."
Sam was on his knees checking for pulse and breath anyway, before glaring suspiciously. "You sure he's alright?"
"Yes, I am sure, Sam. Now, listen. We need to get the both of you to..." He rattled on, instructions, protective measures.
And while he never did touch Dean until he took off (waking up without the angel around would probably be more calming!) the image of what honestly looked like a warm hug stayed with Sam for a while. Hey, maybe after this was over, he could tell Dean about it and get a decent laugh from his brother's face at that, right?