Kiss It Better - Part One - The Angel's Cut
A/N - Hey guys, welcome to the story! This is a two-part piece inspired by a tumblr prompt, where in part one Dean introduces Cas to the concept of kissing it better as the angel adjusts to being human. In part two, Cas uses his newfound knowledge to help Dean with his own wounds.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
"Find anything yet?"
Silence.
Dean glanced up from his computer, where he had been searching for cases for the past hour. He was just about ready to blow his brains out from boredom.
Cas was supposed to be on newspaper duty. And there he sat, a pile of articles on the table in front of him. But that's not where his attention was.
"Cas?" Dean prompted him. The angel looked up, meeting Dean's gaze with his own.
"Yes, Dean?"
Dean paused. Something was off. His angel's voice was weary, almost hurt.
"Everything alright?"
Cas hesitated a moment before lifting up a singular finger. Dean could just make out a thin line of blood trailing from a cut. Dean snorted.
"A paper cut? Really, Cas?" With that, he returned to his laptop.
There was a moment of quiet before Castiel spoke again, voice soft.
"This body is so fragile. It… it bleeds so easily."
Dean glanced up to find the angel staring despondently at his finger. Dean cursed himself for laughing before. He should have known that Cas would be frustrated at the reminder of his weakened state.
He stood from his chair, crossing the room in a few quick strides. Before he had stopped to consider his actions, he was standing in right in front of Cas.
"Dean, what-"
"Look, you're human now," He told him, instinctively extending a hand to the angel. "Someone's gotta teach you how to handle the little things."
Cas paused a moment, staring at Dean's outstretched hand long enough to make the hunter begin to feel like an idiot. Then, he slowly slipped his hand into Dean's, fingers carefully intertwining with his own in a way that had him inhaling sharply. Pure blue eyes met his, and Dean had to tear his gaze away, clearing his throat.
"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"
Cas nodded, rising from his chair. To Dean's surprise, he didn't let go of his hand, instead gripping it tightly, as if fearing that Dean would let go.
Of course, Dean had no intention of letting go.
Leading the angel to the bathroom, Dean released him to rummage through the drawers for a band-aid. He found the box between containers of facial cream and a bottle of scented shampoo.
Dean smirked. He was so making fun of Sam for this later.
When he turned around, he found Cas far closer than he remembered. He brushed it off; after all, the hallway bathroom was fairly small. And Cas had never really had a good concept of personal space.
At least, not when it came to Dean.
He pulled a band-aid from the pack, and Cas held out his finger expectantly. Dean waved him off.
"Hold up a second, you've gotta rinse it first," Dean cautioned. "Or else you could get an infection, or something."
He'd never felt more ridiculous, but the angel was listening carefully. He always did.
Cas shuffled around Dean to the sink, arm brushing briefly against his. That shouldn't have been enough to send shivers up his spine, and yet…
His attention snapped back to the present as Cas began removing his trench coat.
"Whoa, hold up a minute. What are you-"
"I didn't want it to get wet, Dean," Cas explained gently. "The sleeves are rather long."
"...Oh."
That was all Dean could manage. There had hardly been a time where Dean had seen Cas without his trench coat on. It was practically part of him as far as Dean was concerned. Seeing him without it was like seeing him naked, and there was something undeniably appealing about seeing Cas only in his white button-up, rolling his sleeves to his elbows.
Christ, what the hell was wrong with him?
Turning the faucet handle, Cas slid his finger under the water, only to withdraw it with a sharp hiss.
"It hurts." He murmured. Dean was tempted to roll his eyes; after all, it should only have stung a little bit. But he reminded himself that Cas wasn't used to this.
"I know," He soothed the angel. "But we gotta clean it out."
Taking hold of Cas, he gently guided his finger under the steady stream of water. As the he tensed up, Dean carefully rubbed his thumb over the wound, brushing away the dirt. He placed his free hand around the angel's waist, keeping him close.
Having Cas so close was almost painful. Dean's heart was pounding, his chest tightening in a way it never had before. He wanted to stay like this forever, the angel's body pressed against his, warmth sinking into his bones.
All too soon, Cas was turning off the water, turning to face Dean.
Ignoring the feeling of loss, Dean peeled the band-aid from the paper, carefully wrapping it around the angel's finger.
"There, all done."
Cas offered a weak smile.
"Thank you, Dean. You have always been kind," Dean was tempted to argue. He had been an asshole to Cas on more than one occasion. "I apologize for being so… fragile."
"Hey, Cas. Look at me," The angel raised his head to meet Dean's gaze. "It's not a big deal. Shit happens, and this is new to you. No one is upset with you, or thinks that you're fragile."
Cas nodded slowly, but he still didn't seem convinced. An idea struck Dean, and he acted before he could change his mind.
"Alright, I'm gonna introduce you to a human tradition," He told Cas. That caught the angel's attention. Taking hold of his hand once more, Dean raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the bandaged area. Cas inhaled sharply.
"Dean… what are you-"
"Like I said, a human tradition," He explained quickly. Dean could already feel himself going red. "When you get hurt… a kiss is supposed to make it better."
A slow smile began to spread across the angel's features. If there's one thing Dean knew, it was that Cas loved learning little things about humans, the tiny nuances that he couldn't pick up when watching from afar.
This couldn't be more of a chick-flick moment, but Dean didn't care. How could he, when Cas was giving him that look? The look that Sammy used to give him, the kind that showed both admiration and gratitude, making Dean feel like a hero.
There was something else in the angel's expression too, something he couldn't quite make out. But for now, this was enough.
A/N - Hope you enjoyed part one of Kiss It Better! Part two, The Hunter's Wound, will come very soon! If you enjoyed this, please feel free to check out my other Destiel story called The Angel's Pickup; Dean introduces Cas to pickup lines... and then finds them used against himself.
As always, please leave a review with your thoughts, and any story ideas you think I should write.
~ Elizabeth (FanOfDeliciousFlavour)