Weak
Title: Weak
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Mild Sam/Castiel
Fic type: Drabble
Castiel scowled, the fork in his hand shaking to a degree that it
kept clattering against his plate. He tried to scoop more scrambled eggs
onto it, but his arm trembled to a point where every bit of food was
knocked off. Releasing a whimpering growl of frustration, Castiel
slammed the fork down after the third try, grabbing a handful of eggs
and shovelling them into his mouth. A noise of raw satisfaction grunted
from his belly as he devoured the food, licking at his fingertips before
grabbing even more. A large hand wrapped around Castiel’s, stopping him
from bringing the eggs to his mouth as Sam crouched down next to his
seat, rubbing the ex-angel’s bare back, his fingers catching on the many
bandages that covered Castiel’s body.
”Come on, Cas. You can’t eat like that.” Sam said softly, setting
Castiel’s hand down and forcing him to drop the handful of eggs. Castiel
released a sound of loss, trying to bring it back to his mouth and
gesturing to the fork - trying to make Sam understand that he couldn’t do it, it was too much, too soon. Sam shook his head.
“C’mon, baby, just try.” He encouraged, reaching over Castiel’s
slumped arms to pick up the fork and force Castiel’s limp and shaking
fingers around it. “I’ll help you.” Together, with Sam’s hand steadying
Castiel’s, they scooped up more of the eggs, bringing them to Castiel’s
mouth and earning a bright smile on Sam’s face.
”See?
Just a little bit at a time. You’ll get better, soon.” The hunter
breathed. Castiel made a noncommittal noise around his eggs and Sam
helped him with another forkful. By the time he’d finished his plate and
gone through half of his orange juice, Castiel was struggling to hold
his head up. This much was evident as it continued to droop lower and
lower with each bite of toast Sam tried to make him take. Dean stomped
into the room in his usual loud manner, brushing past with a glance to
the two men before inspecing the cooling remains of eggs on the stove
with a delighted grin.
Grabbing a fork and the pan, Dean
didn’t bother making himself a plate as he went to town, leaning
against the stove and watching his brother and best friend with
scrutiny.
“Sam.” Dean gruffed with his mouth full. Sam glanced up from where he
was supporting Castiel’s hand as it came up to his mouth to bite at the
toast.
”Watch his head.” As Dean spoke, Sam took notice of how Castiel
seemed to be struggling to keep his head up, neck straining with the
effort and weight. Cursing under his breath, Sam stood and wrapped a
palm around Castiel’s forehead to hold it back.
“Two more bites, Cas, I swear.” Sam urged, feeling like the world’s
biggest jackass with the broken noise of exhaustion that came from
Castiel.”You gotta get these muscles back, sweetheart.” he added in a
gentler tone. Castiel’s shoulders shuddered and he weakly took another
bite, chewing slowly as Sam supported his head with one giant palm, and
his hand with the other. Dean set his pan down, coming over to grab the
glass of orange juice and hold it to Castiel’s lips.
Sam shot his brother a grateful look as Castiel sipped away at
the juice, humming to let Dean know when to draw back. He licked bits of
moisture from his upper lip, another noise escaping him as Sam’s thumb
gently rubbed the skin between the ex-angel’s furrowed brows.
”One more bite, Cas, just one.” Sam said, ignoring the irritated
look that Dean shot him. If they babied Cas, it would take him twice as
long to get better - no matter how much Dean hated to see his best
friend weaker than a newborn, it would do Castiel no good to just
cushion his limits.
Helping Castiel lift his shaking arm for one last bite, Sam grinned
and pulled the smaller man’s head so that it rested back against his
stomach as he chewed. “I’m proud of you, Cas.” He mumbled softly, thumbs
stroking sunken cheekbones lined with thick stubble. Castiel chewed
slowly, looking up at Sam with pale, exhausted eyes and giving him the
tiniest of smiles. Dean grinned as well, clapping Castiel on the
shoulder.
”We’re both proud of you, Cas.”
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