So I asked for prompts on tumblr, and I got this:
"Here's a prompt; Castiel has a nightmare and Dean has to comfort him :3
made-of-win-chester "
This is a rush-job, written in under 20 minutes. Un-beta'd, so all mistakes are mine.
I tried to make it fluffy but I don't even know...
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Dean woke with a start as he heard a strangled moan, followed by a fit of cough and labored breathing from the bed next to his.
He swiftly threw away his covers, hissing as the freezing air hit his naked body before moving to the writhing body. His eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness as he made out the dark hair and pale skin, hands grabbing at the sheets like a lifeline and body twisting in self-inflicted agony.
"Cas!", his voice came out raspy with sleep. He made a grab for the angel's flailing arms in an attempt to calm him down. The angel's eyes flew open at the touch, revealing deep blue eyes shining in a fever-induced glaze searching blindly for his face.
"Cas, wake up!" Dean tried harder, voice rising in pitch as he tried to contain his panic. The angel had lost most of his mojo by then, and in his weakened state, he had caught a nasty virus, and a high fever.
Dean had tried to give the angel some medication but he just threw it up. He couldn't keep down any of his food either, and at the rate he was deteriorating, he would have to be hospitalized soon.
"Dean, Dean! They are here..the-they", the angel's cracked voice choked halfway before he started coughing, as the frantic arms caught Dean's shoulder and the angel dug his nails into the bandage-covered muscles there in an attempt to the pull Dean closer.
Dean hissed from pain as his arm as the already injured limb begun to bleed anew.
"Cas, calm down! It's just a dream. No one is here, you are safe." Dean kept his tone calm as he pried the fingers away slowly.
"No no..De.." the angel was hyperventilating by then, eyes blown in panic.
Even though he was in a full-grown vessel, he looked so very much like Sam right then, Sam when he was little and scared from a nightmare. Sammy, when he wanted Dean to hug and rock him to sleep during a thunderstorm.
Dean's protective instincts flared, and he moved onto the bed. He grabbed the smaller man in a tight hug, wrapping his arms around Castiel so that his back was pressed to his chest, pulled the head of dark hair to tuck it under his chin.
"Shh. It's okay. You're okay.. Calm down." he whispered soothingly to the sick angel. The angel struggled weakly in his hold.
"It's okay, I'm here, I'll protect you" Dean continued to pour promises in the angel's ears.
It had been years since Sam needed him like this. And it just felt so good to hold someone like this, fell their trust like it was a tangible thing.
He pressed a kiss to the sweaty forehead affectionately.
The angel struggled one last time before he fell limp in his arms. Dean felt the body in his arms relax
The room became quiet after that, broken only by Castiel's heavy breathing.
After a few minutes, even the breathing evened out.
Deciding that his job there was done, Dean tried to move away reluctantly but Castiel's hand immediately snaked around his middle, pulling him closer.
"Don't go..." The angel moaned.
Dean sighed. His back was freezing, the cold air biting his skin. But he didn't want to disturb the angel. God knows when he could sleep peacefully again. So he just leaned back against the headboard, and pulled the warm body closer, shifting slightly to make it more comfortable. The bandages on his shoulder were soaked by now, but he ignored it. It could wait till morning.
"Night Cas.". He kissed the dark mop of untamed hair before he closed his eyes, falling asleep moments later.
And for once, he didn't have Hell plaguing him either.
Thanks for reading!