Title: Follow You
Pairing: Destiel
Warning: Hurt/Comfort
Dean! Would you sit still already? Castiel barked at the elder Winchester, who was currently trying to sit up from his spot on the shitty motel bed. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but during his and Cas last hunt, he d managed to get a rather deep gash down his left side that Cas was in the middle of stitching up.
Dean frowned at the Angel, or well, almost angel? He wasn't exactly sure anymore. After saving the world, for what was, the third or forth time at least, the angel s had gone and left, situating themselves into repairing Raphael s damage of Heaven. When they did, Cas power had started to slowly drain away the longer he stayed from Heaven. Which is why Dean wasn't being healed right now. Cas at this point could heal himself, with enough concentration, and could even still zap himself places, but his grace had diminished quite a bit from it s full capabilities. Instead he d been forced to learn first aid, and was now using those skills to patch up the man lying next to him.
Cas sighed as Dean shifted again, wincing as Cas pierced his skin with the needle and thread once more. He hurried with his task, though he kept glancing up to Dean s face, to watch for reactions from the needle, trying to make sure as to not hurt the hunter too much. He tied the final knot before cutting the thread and getting up from his seat on the bed.
As he stood, Dean decided it d be a good idea to try and get up as well, until Cas turned back and pushed down on the hunter s chest until he laid back down. Damn-it Cas, I m fine, let me up.
You are not fine! Cas bit back, turning his eyes away, but keeping his hand on Dean s chest. Dean stilled instantly, not used to Cas yelling at him. Barking orders, yes, talking in a way that suggested he could smite you, quite often. Yelling, not so much. You almost died okay, and that gash is deep, meaning you need rest. Now.
Alright, fine Cas, but I really don t see why it s a big deal.
Cas turned his gaze back to Dean, his eyes blazing with anger, That s my point Dean! You spent years of your life practically sacrificing yourself at every corner, trying to save the world, save anyone, why not save yourself! I m tired of seeing you die.
Dean stared back, couldn't even bring himself to blink, watching every emotion play out on his face. Cas sighed once more before sitting down next to Dean. The hand previously laying flat on his chest was now cradling his jaw, and Dean smiled not leaning into it, but definitely not forcing it away.
I don t want to lose you, when I went through so much effort just to keep you. Cas stated, smiling back before leaning down and laying a soft kiss to Dean s lips.
Dean kissed back, though he made sure it didn't get heated. His side was rather injured, no need to aggravate it.
You make me sound like a pet, Dean replied, as he grabbed a pillow to lean against so he could sit up. Cas realized what he was attempting and helped him into a sitting position against the bed frame. If anything it s you, always following me like a god damn puppy. Dean continued, though his voice was far from annoyed.
Of course, I d follow you anywhere Dean Winchester.
