originally published on my tumblr account, so you might've seen it. like a .000000000004365435654675% chance you might've.
guess who has two thumbs and doesn't own supernatural.
They may be covered in green goo and other supernatural bodily fluids it'd be nice not to think about, and they may be a little more banged up then they'd hoped to be- they're hunters, though, all three of them now, and jesus christ, it's not like they've never taken a beating before- and maybe Dean's favoring one leg because he got thrown bodily into a tree but they're all okay in the end, after they've ganked that poor sucker. Castiel insists that he can mojo Dean's (and Sam's) injuries away but those smitings really took the shit out of him, and he's walking about as badly as Dean.
Sam thinks they're both idiots. What else is new?
He sees Dean see him pretending not to see him. There's a faint, somewhat self-satisfied but mostly exasperated smirk twitching at the corner of Sam's mouth as he watches Dean fumble with the edge of Cas's sleeve, pushing it up to find his hand and twine their fingers together. Castiel steals a glance over his shoulder, too, but it's not like Sam doesn't already know they're completely nuts for each other. Please.
Dean gives Cas's hand a tug, pulling the angel into his side and tucking him in close to him like he's packing a duffel. His thumb brushes briefly over the back of Castiel's hand, and he gets a warm smile in return. It's pretty sickening from Sam's point of view but he was probably like that with Jess, so he doesn't really have the right to complain. And he's happy for Dean, because has there really been any time in Dean's life where he's been allowed his fair share of happiness? Now Cas's got his head on Dean's shoulder and they're leaning heavily against each other like two drunks as they make their way o the Impala. Sam's got a cut on his cheek from hitting the floor face-first that stings like⦠Hell isn't exactly the best metaphor in the world.
Blink-and-you'll-miss-it Dean's eyes flash to Cas's face, scanning for any injury they hadn't already known about. Because Dean is Dean and he'll always find something to blame on himself, no matter how Cas or Sammy are doing. He purses his lips, raising his unoccupied hand to brush a thumb over a split in Cas's lip. Shoulda stopped that, Sam can almost hear, and he feels really fucking glad that Dean has Castiel to make him hate himself just a tiny bit less when they're together. Sam watches the two, sees Cas's eyes flit back to Dean to do the same check, sees him frown disapprovingly at the large bruise forming on Dean's cheekbone and the bloody nose.
Dean pops the trunk, when they reach the car, and they toss in their gear- because Dean is nowhere near as organized as Sam or John but it works, so tough- and when he gets into the drivers' seat and Cas takes his place in the backseat directly behind Dean so he can reach his hand intermittently, Sam fights the urge to roll his eyes and only calls them saps under his breath.
