Temperature Rising.
"Cas?" Dean's voice was hoarse and rough, he coughed loudly. He groaned and rolled over, coughing again.
Castiel walked into the room trying to balance a bowl of soup and a glass of water on a small tray, "I'm here, honeybutt." He set the tray down on the night stand next to Dean's side of the bed. Dean sat up up slightly, rubbing a hand over his face.
"You don't have to do this, ya know." He placed his hand over Cas's.
Cas just smiled and looked into Dean's glassy eyes, "I know. I want to."
He lifted the spoon and blew on the hot soup. He knew he could use his "angel mojo", as Dean calls it, but he didn't want to. He wanted to do things the slow, kind, and thoughtful way. He carefully glided the spoon over to Dean's mouth, he held his breath as the soup tried desperately to spill over the edges. Almost there.
Dean couldn't help but smile as he watched the spoon edge it's way to him, he could see the stress and concentration on Cas's face. He leaned forward and took the spoon into his mouth. It was typical store bought Chicken Noodle Soup, but it tasted better, because he knew Cas had made it. He let Cas feed him, hating that he was feeling like a child, but he loved the look of satisfaction on the angel's face.
"Okay, lay down." Cas demanded softly.
Dean groaned, "No. I want to do stuff." He let his lower lip pout a little.
"Fine, but we're not leaving this bunker." Cas stood and held Dean's hand, helping him up.
"Movie?" Dean asked excitedly.
"Whatever you want, honeybutt." Cas smiled at him. His eyes glowed with love and affection.
They made their way up to the small den in the bunker. Dean fell onto the couch and coughed hoarsely. Cas picked a movie, something called Finding Nemo, and went to the kitchen to figure out how to make popcorn.
After several failed attempts and burned popcorn bags later, he'd finally managed to pop some decent popcorn. He dumped the bag into a large bowl and grabbed some water for Dean.
When he entered the den, Dean was sitting with his legs crossed, wrapped up in several blankets. Cas watched as Dean's lower lip trembled when the fish lost his son.
"Are you alright, bee?" Cas sat next to him, leaving the popcorn and water on the table in front of them, and wrapped his arms around the hunter.
Dean let out a small sniffle, "Yeah, I'm good."
Cas grabbed the popcorn and rested it on his lap, watching Dean absentmindedly reached into the bowl. He was so engrossed in the movie. Cas couldn't tell you anything about the movie, just that he loved watching Dean watch it.
The movie ended, and Dean let out a small sigh of relief when the baby fish was found. He rested his head against Cas's shoulder, closing his eyes. He loved that Cas was helping him feel better, he just hated being cared for like a child.
Cas knew Dean felt reluctant to receive help, but he loved that Dean was at least letting him try. He readjusted and let Dean rest his head on his lap. He ran his fingers through the hunters hair.
Dean fell into a peaceful sleep. Cas watched his eyelids flutter and ran a finger down his face. He's so beautiful.
He realized that if everything ended now, he'd be okay. All he needs is Dean. He let his fingers glide through Dean's hair, as he pushed play on the movie. He had no intentions of watching it, he just let the background noise flow. He rested his head against the back of the couch and smiled. Love, content, and passion rushing through him.
I love him.
Little tiny one shot. All fluff, no bite. I hope you enjoyed it. Sometimes I need a little bit of fluff to get me through the day. In acknowledgment to Finding Dory coming out into theaters, I had to make Dean watch Finding Nemo. I know, as much as he'd deny it, he'd love that movie. LOVE YOU GUYS.