Wow this chapter was just a big piece of writer's block
i hope you all enjoy though
This chapter is probably way out of character but whatever
The next chapter should be interesting
Enjoy, my lovelies!
The group was finally heading home after that crazy case. Feeling awkward, Dean had sat in the passenger's side, with Sam in the driver's seat. Cas was stuck by himself in the back, as he moped about, eyes low. He felt like he had made a big mistake with that stupid kiss the other night. He hadn't been thinking. He had thought that Dean felt the same way Cas felt, whatever this feeling was. But unfortunately it didn't seem like that was the case.
Dean, Cas, and Sam had mopped up the wolf issue in Coldwater and were heading back at long last. The beast had been very strong and clever, but all three of the group had come out fine.
Or so they thought.
During the car ride, Dean was slouched over a bit more than usual. Sam was driving this time, and had his eyes on the road. He didn't notice Dean with his hands wrapped around himself, eyes looking straight forward, and mouth set in a tense line.
Castiel looked up from nursing a small scar on his arm and his eyes fell on Dean. He could practically feel the waves of pain coming off of him. Cas looked around quickly. They were nowhere near a town. Shit.
"Sam." Cas said quickly.
"Hmm?"
"Sam stop the car."
"Why?" Sam asked curiously. "Cas, if this is another one of those "I want a snack" moments you can just ask."
"Sam!" Cas barked. "Now, please!"
Sam had never heard such a terrified voice coming from him. Pulling over sharply, he whipped around. "For the love of God Cas, what's wrong?"
Cas pointed to Dean without a word. Sam turned and looked at him.
"Dean?" Sam swallowed, hoping with all of his heart Cas was freaking out over nothing. "Dean are you okay?"
Dean grumbled something about how it was just a scratch and he'd deal with it later, but gave a strained whine halfway through.
That was not good. Not good at all
Sam soon had Dean sprawled out on his back, and he didn't even fight it. Sam pulled away Dean's jacket and shirt while Cas murmured comforting words to Dean, as he was unable to help with it himself thanks to his fading power. Sam took one look at the wound and yelped slightly. "Dean why didn't you do something about this?" He growled. He cleaned it quickly. It wasn't bleeding, for the most part, which was good. But it was a deep wound, and who knows what it could have ruptured.
Dean seemed to be functioning well enough, though, where Sam didn't think that was the case.
Cas had moved over near Sam after Dean had fallen unconscious. He was quite annoying, asking constantly if he was seriously hurt, or if he would get better, or if he was in pain now.
"Cas, quit hovering and go get the medical supplies." Cas paused. "Go!" Sam growled.
As Cas was getting the kit, Dean resurfaced into consciousness.
Taking one look at himself, he managed, weakly, to say "I could swear that scratch was not that damned big." Then, seeing the blood everywhere, he frowned and added "my car better not have blood stains on it."
Even in his worried state Sam managed an eye-roll. Typical Dean.
Castiel gave Sam the rudimentary first-aid kit without a word. Cas retreated to the backseat of the car, safe in the knowledge that Dean was fine. In pain? Yes. But fine nonetheless.
But he knew that a worried, powerless angel hovering over him probably wouldn't help and would only get in Sam's way. Cas drummed his fingers on the car seat distractedly, staring into space.
It seemed like a millennium before Sam finished tending to Dean's wound. Cas cursed himself for not having his powers to help Dean. Even though it wasn't his fault, he felt responsible. He should have been protecting Dean.
Sam leaned back and sighed, cleaning his brother's blood from his hands. They continued driving, once again immensely quiet. Cas would look over at Dean frequently, face knit into a tense frown but eyes bright with worry.
Dean woke after about half an hour. Sam wanted to take him to the hospital to get him healed properly, but Dean refused sharply, insisting that he was fine and it was only a scratch. Sam sighed and relented, but they did stop at a motel, so Dean could lie down. Sam figured they would be here for a few days. Dean was annoyed with that, of course, but didn't protest further when he was helped out of the car and felt a stab of pain through the wound's range.
"Gr- ahh! Not so fast!" Dean yelped.
Sam shook his head. "Told you we should stop."
Dean weakly punched Sam's shoulder. "Shut up."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"I will drop you."
"No you wouldn't."
"Try me."
Dean walked up a few stairs and gritted his teeth. "On second thought, no thanks. Can I sit down now?"
Sam opened the door after checking in and plunked Dean on a bed. "Yes." He finally answered, flopping down on the other bed. He grabbed his cell phone. "Pizza sound good?" He called over his shoulder. Dean and Cas nodded. As Sam ordered the food, Castiel sat down by Dean. There was a moment of silence before Dean asked "what's wrong?"
Cas bit his lip and quickly made something up. "I feel bad that I wasn't able to heal you. Or protect you. I'm helpless."
Dean sighed tiredly. "It's not your fault. You don't have to blame all of that on yourself. It's okay." He smiled reassuringly at Cas. Cas was silent, staring at the floor. "Is this about last night?" Dean's voice had dropped to a low murmur so Sam wouldn't hear him.
He didn't answer. Dean shifted closer to Cas. "Hey, it's okay."
Cas looked up. "It's not okay. I messed up our friendship." He said simply.
"No, Cas. It's fine, alright? You're fine."
Cas let out a tired murmur in response, dropping his head into his hands.
Without realizing what he was doing, Dean reassuringly nuzzled Cas' neck. Maybe it was the blood loss making him delirious. But that was fine. Awkward feelings could stop by later. For now, all was peaceful.
Cas gingerly wrapped his arms around Dean, trying his hardest not to cause him any pain.
Dean looked up. "Cas?" He murmured sleepily.
"Mrhmm?" Cas mumbled.
Dean leaned forward and kissed him. The smaller man's eyes snapped open in surprise, but soon closed again.
Dean's mind was trying to play this crazy act off as fuzziness in his mind making him silly, but it was painfully obvious what the truth was.
They broke apart, staring into each other's eyes. They were interrupted by a short gasp. A surprised Sam stood there, jaw gaping slightly. Dean made a face at him, grabbed Cas, and kissed him again to make a point. Pulling back, Dean raised his eyebrows challengingly at his brother as Cas held back a laugh.
Sam pretended nothing had happened, although inside he was both surprised and not.
"Er, does anyone want a drink?"