"I don't even know how you managed this…I don't even know if I want to know how you managed this!" The tone is scolding but fond nonetheless. Dr. Winchester dug into Officer Novak's shoulder with his tweesers, ignoring the blood as he tried to dig out the bullet.
More, he tried to ignore Castiel's ever present gaze. Like he was peering into Dean's soul, piecing a puzzle together. One Dean did not know he wanted put together.
He was still trying to get over Victor's death. Getting with another authority figure? He did not know if he could handle it.
Only a hiss left the officer's lips as he finally worked it out of him, dropping it in the pan next to them. He could see Cas' hand flexing, before the injured arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him close.
"You seem tense Doc." No comment on the earlier scolding, just playful flirting. Taking the arm from around his waist, he set Cas' hand down on the hospital bed.
"Can you blame me? You got shot! This is the second time this month!" It is taking everything in him to control his temper. He can not blow up now, not when he has to be back in the children's ward soon.
A low sigh leaves Castiel, watching Dean move to get the equipment to stitch the wound back together. "I know. But I told you, we're working on taking down a big drug ring, I'll be dealing with this shit until it's all dealt with."
"Why can't the drugs unit handle it?" He feels like a child throwing a tantrum but somehow Cas has wormed his way into Dean's heart and he can't bare the thought of losing him. Not like he lost Victor.
"They are. But they only have so many guys they can send in. Me, some others, and SWAT are handling this. I like this as much as you do, Dean. But we're saving lives here. Even uncovering some human trafficking groups while we're at it."
Dean's staring a hole into Cas' shoulder and with his good arm the officer reaches out to cup Dean's face, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. It has the doctor going tense, eyes wide before leaning into it. Every inch of him is telling him to run, get someone on this. He has taken enough risks with his heart.
But his heart tells him to stay.
"Just come out of this alive…" He breathes against the others lips once the kiss is broken.
"I'll do my best." Cas smiles a little mischievously in return.
He then lets out a pained cry as Dean jabs the needle into his shoulder, trying not to cover that spot with his good hand. "That's for being a jerk."
"Assbutt!"