So… I quick thing I wrote, and I was thinking maybe I'd turn it into a series thing? I dunno. Let me know what you think?
To say that Dean was frustrated would be an understatement. According to Sam, the 'profound bond' he shared with Castiel, meant that he was the one who got to teach the former angel how to be human, but Dean was about ready to screw the profound bond to hell, because human Cas was more of a stubborn pain in the ass than angel Cas, and that was something that just shouldn't have been possible.
Cas was refusing to eat, refusing to drink, and Dean was about ready to punch him out just to get him to go to sleep. To put it simply; Castiel was not adjusting well. "Here, try some pie," Dean offered, holding out a fork full of apple pie to his friend.
"No," Cas replied, shaking his head and glaring across the table at Dean. It wasn't an unexpected reaction, but Dean was near the end of his patience. He was tired, oh so very tired, and pissed off at the world.
Dean, for his part, was quite proud of himself when he only glared back and said, "Eat the damn pie, Castiel." Because honestly, he was this close to hitting him. Cas opened his mouth, and Dean could just tell he was going to argue, so before he could get a word out, Dean shoved the spoonful of pie in the former angel's mouth and gave him a look that dared him to spit it out.
Cas' was still for a few seconds, a fork sticking out of his mouth, until slowly, he lifted his hand and pulled it out, minus the pie that was on it, then another second later, chewed and swallowed. Dean counted that as a victory. "Now, was that so hard?" Dean asked.
Cas crossed his arms over his chest, an overly human gesture that Dean was almost certain he'd picked up from him. "Yes." Dean slumped in defeat, leaning his head against the table. Cas was going to die of starvation, just because he couldn't get him to eat some freakin' pie.
He couldn't believe that was what his life had come to. He was trying to teach an angel of the Lord how to be human. A couple of days ago, he'd even had to potty train him, because hey, Cas had never experienced a full bladder before.
After a few minutes of sitting in silence, resolving himself to the fact that his best friend was a stubborn idiot, who just wasn't going to listen, he heard the tell tale sound of a fork being scraped across the plate the pie was sitting on. Dean's head snapped up. "What're you doing?" He asked, frowning, when he saw a forkful of pie was half way to Castiel's mouth.
"Eating," Cas answered, as if Dean was completely stupid. And maybe he was. Maybe he was delirious. He'd been up just as long as Cas after all.
Dean stared at him as Cas slipped the pie into his mouth and went in for another piece. "Why?" Dean asked, totally confused.
"Because you wanted me to," Cas said around the pie that he was shovelling into his mouth. He paused for a second, casting a worried look at Dean. "Right?"
"Right, yeah." Dean nodded in confirmation. Cas nodded too, and went back to shovelling the pie in his mouth. Dean just watched him for a second, before grabbing another fork and digging in before Cas ate the whole lot.
Eating: Check. Next on the list, sleep. That would be interesting.
So yeah, if I turned it into a series, I would write something like this, but then it would be sleeping and they would get more and more fluffy and it would all be Destiel and nothing would hurt.