Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: none really, bit of nakedness and suggestion. Some blood, but not much.
Disclaimer: all credit of the characters to Jensen and Misha, and the writers directors etc. I sadly don't own Dean and Cas, if I did dean would've married Castiel at the end of series 5 and lived happily ever after.
Castiel swung his legs over the side of the hospital bed, rearranged the loose-fitting robe he was wearing and shuffled out of the room, wary of any nurses or doctors in the area. He needed to get to the phone at the end of the corridor, without being accosted and forced back to 'rest' in the bed. He hated sitting still with no purpose. He needed to talk to someone outside, someone that wasn't working there.
He was grateful for the good job they had done in patching up his wounds and helping him to the hospital in the transport vehicle Castiel couldn't quite remember the name of. Ambu-something? Well that didn't exactly matter, what mattered was getting to that phone so he could scrape back some semblance of reality; he was getting crazy sitting around waiting to get better. He hated it very much; not being able to just close his eyes and magic away the injuries. He could have done that when he was an angel. But now he was useless, unable, and weak. Almost human. And it was frustrating for him.
The large wings on Castiel's back were featherless and fragile, the bones within them like thin shards of glass ready to break at any moment, and he hated this. Hated how little power he now had.
He finally reached the phone and dialed the number he'd been made to memorise, it was the only number he'd need; dean's mobile number. The ringing tone rang loud and echoing in Castiel's ears, making his head spin and his balance tip a little. But he closed his blue eyes against the dizziness and waited for dean to answer him.
"Hello? Who is this?" Dean's deep voice said on the other end of the phone, it made Castiel smile to hear it.
"Dean, it's me. It is good to hear your voice." Castiel responded, his voice croaky and strained, different to its usual tone.
"Cas? Where are you, man? You sound weird. Are you alright?" dean asked, sounding worried.
"I am ok, healing now." Castiel said evasively, feeling guilty for causing more worry for the hunter. He didn't want to be a burden to him, not now and not ever. He just wanted to hear a familiar voice. Someone who knew him and saw him before his grace had dwindled and his angel-hood was wrestled away from him.
"Healing? What do you mean? Cas? Where ARE you? If you're hurt I'm coming to get you. You can heal here with me." Dean insisted. Castiel had never expected that reaction from him. It made his heart feel warm. Or something like that. Dean would scold him for that chick-flick moment of thinking. But it was true. It felt good to be cared for.
"I am in the hospital in Oregon. But I can stay here until I am better. Possibly hitch a ride-
"Hell no, you aren't hitching a ride anywhere. I'm coming to get you. Can you walk? Are you badly hurt?" Dean asked urgently, his voice coming out higher than normal.
"I can walk, I lost a lot of blood from my injuries but the staff here put it back in. I am just tired, and physically drained. I am almost empty of angel-power. I am almost as human as you. I just need rest. I need-
"I'll sort it for you; I'll give you whatever you need. Just wait for me, okay? I will be there as fast as the car can get me to you. You'll be with us soon. We can get you all fixed up and back to one hundred percent Cas. I'm about half an hour away in Nevada." Dean assured, Castiel felt some of the weight on his shoulders lift at the hunter's words.
The word dean had cut off was comfort. Castiel needed comfort from those who knew him. The staff, as efficient as they were, were unfeeling, they didn't care for him; not really. They were unattached, cold, and doing what needed to be done to move him from the bed. His aches and pains didn't really matter to them. Dean cared for him, cared about his injuries and it felt…nice.
"Thank you, dean. I appreciate your efforts. I will wait for you. Will I be able to walk out of here? Will they stop me? I need clothes. They took-
"I've got it all covered, you can borrow some of my clothes, and I'll sort out the brass at the hospital. You just worry about getting better for me…uh…for us, you know." Dean said, Castiel caught the slip at the end, smiling fondly.
"I will see you soon, thank you again." Castiel murmured into the receiver.
"That's okay, Cas. I'll be there soon; rest up until then." Dean replied and put the phone down with a click. Castiel sighed and leant against the wall for a moment. He was glad at the turn out of his call. He had never intended for the hunter to come for him, to put his work aside and come to his saviour. He just wanted contact with the outside world. But he was happy that dean was on his way to Oregon.
Castiel shuffled his way back to his room, finding it hard to keep a smile from his face. One of the nurses came by to check on him, taking his temperature and looking at how his bandages and plasters were still attached as they should be. Once the personnel were done he snuggled down in the bed, pulling the covers up over him and closed his eyes, willing for sleep to come to waste the time between now and when dean would arrive.
Now he wasn't an angel anymore he supposed he should get used to sleeping, he found the entire concept confusing and difficult; he wasn't used to lying still and waiting for things to happen, he was proactive and powerful. So waiting for sleep was the oddest thing. But he needed to learn sometimes. And his body did feel exhausted. Eventually sleep did claim him, curled in a ball and the covers wrapped tightly around him.
Muted voices trickled into his consciousness, it was a woman speaking and he could hear a frustrated huff of a sigh.
"Look, I'm here to see my friend. He's got dark hair, big blue eyes, tanned skin. You have him a blood transfusion or something? Can you tell me where he is?" a male voice was saying, making Castiel's hearing peak. He knew that rough deep voice anywhere. Dean had arrived and was looking for him. He lifted himself from the warm covers and walked gently over to the door of his room. Dean was a few beds away talking to the flustered looking nurse.
"Dean?" Castiel croaked, trying to call out to his friend. He didn't think he'd spoken loud enough, until dean whirled round and a large grin broke out across his freckled face. He nodded thanks to the nurse and strode over to Cas, green eyes surveying over the former-angel's injured body.
"Cas! It's good to see you. How are you feeling?" Dean asked, placing a hand on Castiel's shoulder gently, in case of any injuries there.
"I'm okay thank you. It is good to see you too." Castiel replied sweetly, his voice still hoarse.
"I brought some of my clothes for you. They are the smallest ones I have, I don't know if they'll fit 'coz we aren't exactly the same size." Dean said, walking past cas into the room, dumping the bag on the bed and pulling various items out. Castiel followed him and started to unlace the robe he was wearing.
"Whoa Cas, warn a guy before you start to strip off!" dean said, turning his back to give cas some privacy. However this didn't turn out so well.
"Dean, can you untie the last bow for me? I can't reach it." Castiel asked innocently, showing dean his back that was mostly exposed. Dean's brain supplied that Castiel had a very nice tanned back, the shoulder blades all jutting and arched towards him, the dip that ran down his back was practically lickable. Wait, what? Where did that come from? Dean thought, shaking his head.
"Yeah, sure." He choked out, trying to make his voice sound normal.
The tie he was asked to undo was just above the waistband of cas' black boxer shorts, where there were little indentations where his vessel's kidneys were situated. Dean's usually agile fingers stumbled and grazed the caramel skin before him, trying to focus was very difficult at that moment. He slipped the knot undone and watched as the robe fell to the floor, revealing the rest of Cas' body to him. Wow!
Castiel turned so they were facing each other, and dean's eyes raked up and down his body, noticing the scar from the angel sigil still on his bare chest. His dusky nipples were raised and there was a little trail of dark hair that ran down in a perfect triangle to the former-angel's boxers. He was fairly thin, his ribs and hips and collar bones jutting out against his tan skin, stretching it in the most beautiful way.
However there were a few things marring the perfection that was Castiel's body; big bundles of bandages and plasters that were soaked with deep red blood. These made dean wince, and a protective defensiveness come over him, he wanted to shield the man before him from any evil that may befall him. Huh, apparently his coherent brain had fallen out of his head on coming into the room with cas. How did the innocent guy have this crazy effect on him? Turning him into a blushing schoolgirl just by flashing a bit of flesh?
Dean realised that cas had been talking to him, and shook his head to try and listen, rather than staring at the body in front of him.
"Huh, what?" dean said articulately, as Castiel looked expectantly at him.
"I asked what clothes you brought for me. Is your hearing impaired?" Castiel asked, stepping forwards and staring at dean, concern written all over his face.
"No, sorry. I just zoned out a bit there. I brought you these jeans, a baggy t-shirt and a couple of shirts, there are some boots and some of Sammy's socks in the bag too. Here." Dean bundled the clothes up and handed them to cas, smiling briefly before turning away again to let him dress.
"They fit okay?" dean called out, still facing away from Castiel.
"The jeans fit, but they are a bit loose. And the t-shirt is overly big; I imagine it would be that way on you also." Dean turned around once he knew the tempting skin was fairly covered with clothes now. He saw the other man crouching down tying the boots dean had brought, noticing how he'd dragged the jean legs up to his knees to tie the shoes. The stripy red and black socks dean had found looked beyond cute on Castiel. Sammy's sock collection was usually embarrassing and ready for ridiculing at every instance. But on Castiel it was actually a working look.
Dean crouched and helped cas tie the boot laces, he was clearly having difficulty. Once they were both done he pulled the jean legs down, they were very long, baggy and brushing the hospital floor. But it was ok; they fit well enough, even if the denim did hang dangerously low on castiel's slim hips. The huge Guns N' Roses t-shirt almost fell to Castiel's knees anyway, so they weren't in danger of getting arrested for indecent exposure.
"So, which shirt do you want? The purple one or the grey one?" dean asked, holding them both up. Castiel's tired-looking blue eyes flickered between the two garments, unsure of how to choose which was best. He went with instinct and picked the purple checkered one. Dean handed it to him and he pulled it on, rolling the sleeves to his elbows, and fiddling with the collar.
"Does it all look okay, Dean?" Castiel asked shyly, holding his arms out and looking down at himself. Dean smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder.
"Yeah, you look fine. It suits you, cas. You should dress like this more often." Dean commented offhandedly. It took everything in his power not to just blurt out that Castiel looked like the hottest thing dean had seen in a long while.
"Thank you, these clothes are remarkably more comfortable than the clothes my vessel chose to wear." Castiel said, stroking a hand down the shirt he was wearing and liking how soft it felt between his fingers.
This isn't the end of the story. I'm just not sure where to take it next.
Possibly dean tending to Cas' wounds and getting even more sexually frustrated?
It will end happily though; the SPN writers have given them enough angst to last a million years. They deserve some fluff.