Summary: Following 'Thirty Sentences for Dean and Castiel'. Short one-shots from each sentence! Dean/Cas slash! Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

A/N: YAY! I'M MAKING FICS FROM THESE! And yes, they're ridiculously short compared to the amount I normally write but the sentence is in there anyway.

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Thirty One-Shots for Dean and Castiel

Chapter One: Swear

"For fuck's sake!"

Castiel closed his eyes at the profanity and shook his head, watching Dean struggle with patching himself up. He hated to see his charge hurt in such ways and he approached the table with caution, taking a seat opposite his lover.

"Will you please let me help you, Dean?" He asked, "Please?"

"I'm fine, Cas." Dean replied, sucking in a breath as he pried the bullet from his arm, "Jesus Christ."

He took a swig of whiskey, asking Castiel to pass him some antiseptic spray which he applied to his own wound, drinking some more whiskey as pain shot through his left arm.

"God al-fucking-mighty!" He yelled, "Son of a fucking bitch!"

Castiel always hated it when Dean began to swear, especially when his father's name was also muttered among the strings of obscenities. The angel watched as Dean shuddered with the pain and he bit his lip, moving closer to the hunter and stroking his hair gently, rubbing his back tenderly to try and soothe him.

"Hush," He whispered, "The pain will pass."

"I know, babe." Dean replied, "I know. It just hurts like a bitch, that's all. I need that gauze over there, please."

He gestured to the table and Castiel helped him apply it, feeling a tugging sensation in his heart at Dean's pained sounds.

"Bastard..." Dean cursed, taking another swig of whiskey, "How many of your damn brothers use guns, may I ask?"

"I never knew they could operate such weapons. Our blades are our primary weapon...Where the firearms came from, I do not know." Castiel replied, "Would you like me to bandage that for you."

"Thanks." Dean replied with a nod, feeling the gentle hands of his angel as he carefully wrapped the bandage around the gauzed wound, "Sorry for swearing. I know how much you hate it."

"You're in great pain, Dean." Castiel told him, "I can understand how using profanities may help relieve some of your stress."

"I love you." Dean said sincerely, brushing his undamaged hand through Castiel's hair as he finished his work with the bandage.

The angel ran his soft hand over the hunter's calloused one and pressed a kiss to his palm, drawing him closer to kiss his lips. He brought Dean into an embrace and gently surrounded them both with some of his remaining Grace.

"And I love you." He said as he kissed Dean's temple, "Even if you do involve my father in your swear words."

"Sorry." Dean mumbled, bowing his head and resting it against Castiel's shoulder.

"Shhh," Castiel soothed, "Hush."

"I'm tired." Dean complained, "Wanna sleep."

"Alright." Castiel whispered, and with a thought they were both in Dean's bed, and the hunter was gently snoring with his face buried in Castiel's neck.

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