Hey guys! Here's the first real chapter of With a Broken Wing. It's a whole lot longer than the prologue. I hope you like it.
P.S. These characters are not mine. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
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Chapter One
"And this is your room," Dean finished, walking into his spare bedroom with Castiel following him, "It's not anything special, but it should be okay. Is there anything else you need?"
Cas smiled gratefully at the blonde man, "This is great. Thank you, Dean. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this."
"I know. I'll go with you tomorrow to get your stuff. But for now, you need to sleep. Do you need another blanket? Or anything to eat?"
"Dean, please quit fussing over me, I'm fine. This is perfect."
"Are you sure? What about some pajamas?"
Cas looked up at Dean and nodded, "Some pajamas would be wonderful."
"I'll be right back," Dean said, walking out of the room. Cas sat down on the bed and looked around. He jumped at the sound of a tree branch on the window and started shaking. He was on edge because he thought for sure that Michael would find out where he was and come after him.
A few minutes later, Dean walked back into the room to find Castiel on the bed, shaking, holding a pillow to his chest. He sat carefully on the bed next to Cas, who jerked as a few tears ran down his cheeks.
Dean set the pajamas down on the bed and carefully put a hand on Cas' back. Cas quickly wrapped his arms around Dean, sobbing into his shoulder.
"H-He's going to find me, Dean," Cas mumbled into Dean's shoulder, "H-He'll find out where I am and he'll hurt you too. I don't want you to get hurt."
"He won't hurt me," Dean whispered, soothingly, rubbing circles on Cas' back, "And I won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe with me."
Cas clung tighter to Dean, knowing that his words were true, Cas was safe with Dean. Eventually, Dean felt Cas' grip loosen and heard the quiet sniffles of ending tears. Cas looked at Dean, his eyes were red and puffy, the bruises from the broken nose much more prominent now. Dean carefully used a tissue to wipe the tears off Cas' cheeks and then handed the pajamas to him.
"Go ahead and change. I'll be right back with some pain killers since the ones from the hospital are going to wear off soon. Broken noses are uncomfortable enough the way it is, no need for the extra pain," Dean said quietly, standing up.
Cas nodded as Dean walked out of the room, pulling his shirt off. He then unbuttoned his pants, sliding them carefully down his legs. He brushed his fingers over a particularly nasty bruise on his hip, where he'd been thrown into the kitchen counter. He inhaled sharply as he stroked the bruise, examining it. It had been almost a week since that injury happened and still the bruise looked bad, possibly worse than it had the day after it happened.
Dean walked back into the room shortly and Cas hurried to pull the pajama bottoms on before Dean saw the bruise. He hadn't told Dean about it, nor had Dean seen it and he didn't want the blonde man to worry anymore than he already was.
But Dean had spotted it and was at Cas' side in just seconds, kneeling beside him, looking at the bruise. Dean frowned, lightly running his fingertips over the discoloration, "Why didn't you tell me about this?"
"Because I didn't want you to worry even more," Cas muttered, mostly to himself. He looked down at Dean, watching him carefully.
"I'll always worry about you," Dean whispered, then realizing what he said, he blushed and looked down, "Anyway, I got you some pain killers and a glass of water. Here." He handed the items to Cas who swallowed the pills before downing the water.
"Thanks again, Dean. For everything." Dean nodded and took the glass from Cas. Hands now empty, Cas stretched his arms above his head, groaning quietly as he did and Dean couldn't help but admire the other man's body.
Cas was still shirtless, the planes of his chest and abdomen visible which was enough to make Dean weak; then there was Cas' hipbones, which jutted out slightly, and were just slightly narrower than his own - which caused the pajama pants to hang a little lower on him. Dean loved how the band of Cas' boxers was just barely visible above the waistband of the pajama pants.
Cas finished stretching then crawled into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. Dean realized he'd practically been staring at Cas as the brunette stretched, and stood up quickly, hoping Cas hadn't noticed. Dean looked at Cas again and couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked, curled up under the blankets - with them bunched beneath his chin.
Dean smiled slightly at the grown man, who at the moment resembled a small child, then started to walk out the door to head to bed himself. Just before Dean had shut the door completely, he heard Cas whisper shakily, "P-Please stay with me?"
Not completely sure he'd heard correctly, Dean turned around and looked at the other man, "Hmm?"
"Stay with me?" Cas repeated, "At least until I fall asleep?"
"Of course," Dean whispered, walking back into the room. He sat carefully beside Cas on the bed at which point Cas moved to lay his head on Dean's lap.
"Thank you," Cas muttered, closing his eyes. Dean looked down at the brunette's head on his leg and smiled slightly, stroking the man's hair slowly.
"Sleep well, Cas," Dean murmured, still stroking the man's short locks. Cas made a small, contented noise as he slowly drifted to sleep. Eventually Cas' chest began to rise and fall steadily and his eyelids fluttered in signs of dreaming; but he was still laying with his head on Dean's thigh and his hand wrapped securely around Dean's, meaning Dean couldn't move much in fear of waking the other man. Figuring he wouldn't be able to get to his own bed, Dean leaned back against the head board and closed his eyes, in hopes of getting a couple hours of sleep.
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Dean woke up the next morning, laying down in the bed with his arm around Castiel - who had his head on Dean's chest and arm draped over his body - and their legs tangled together. Dean opened his eyes, using his free hand to rub the sleep from them, then looked down at the head on his chest. Cas was still asleep, breathing deeply, and Dean watched him for a few moments before slowly - and carefully, as to not wake Cas - untangled himself from the other man.
"I'll make him breakfast. I'm sure it's been a long time since anyone's done something like that for him," Dean thought as he stood up and ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. He padded quietly to the kitchen before realizing he didn't know much about Cas' food preferences. He rummaged, almost silently, through the cabinets before pulling out a box of pancake mix. He remembered Cas telling him once how he used to eat pancakes some Sundays before church. Dean had never been good at making pancakes - or cooking in general really - and he usually lived off frozen meals or take-out. He didn't even buy the pancake mix - his brother Sam had bought it the last time he came for a visit and insisted that Dean kept it. Dean had tried to explain to Sam that it would just go to waste, but Sam wouldn't hear of it, saying that Dean may find that special someone who is worth making pancakes for.
Dean didn't believe that Cas was that special someone his brother had been going on about, but knew that after everything that Cas had been through, he deserved to have a good breakfast made by someone other than himself. So Dean started to measure out the pancake mix and water in hopes that his pancakes would at least be edible if nothing else.
Dean heated up the griddle like Sam had shown him then poured a ladleful of batter onto the hot surface. He watched the batter bubble as it cooked and when he thought it was time he tried to flip it over. But Dean had forgotten to spray the pan with Crisco and the pancake ended up sticking to the pan.
"Damn it!" Dean said angrily, scraping the pancake in the trashcan. He found the Crisco in the cabinet and sprayed it onto the pan before pouring another ladleful of batter onto it.
Twenty minutes and six more failed attempts later, Dean finally managed to make three seemingly edible pancakes. He put them onto a plate and poured a glass of orange juice, putting both onto a tray and carrying it to the bedroom.
When Dean opened the door, he found Cas still asleep, face buried in the pillow that Dean had been sleeping on. Dean smiled slightly, setting the tray of food on the bedside table. He sat beside Cas and lightly put his hand on the man's back.
"Castiel," Dean whispered, rubbing his hand up and down Cas' bare back, "Cas, I made you breakfast."
Cas groaned and rolled over slightly, sleepily looking up at the blonde. He rubbed his eyes carefully and smiled a little, "You did?"
"I did. Well, attempted to anyway. I'm not the greatest cook, so I can't really guarantee it's edible."
Cas chuckled softly, "I'm sure it's fine, Dean. Thank you." He sat up in the bed, running his hand through his hair. Dean watched as the brunette messed up his already tousled locks and his heart skipped a beat as Cas smiled up at him with half-asleep, half-lidded eyes.
"Well, eat up," Dean said, regaining his composure and handing the tray to Cas, "Is there anything else I can get you?"
Cas took the tray and sipped his orange juice, "This is enough for now."
"Okay. Are you going to be okay while I take a shower?"
Cas nodded and mumbled around a mouthful of pancakes, "I'll be okay. Go ahead."
"Enjoy your breakfast," Dean carefully patted Cas' shoulder and walked out of the room.
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