Spencer awoke to see that he was in the hotel room, on the bed, all lights off except the TV which Cas was watching. Looney Tunes this time, the one with Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote.
"C-Cas?" Spencer said, his voice shaky.
"Spencer," Cas turned around to look at his human.

"Cas, what happened?" Spencer asked, closing his eyes again.
"What do you remember?"
"You tried to get the unsub, but he attacked you and I had a migraine."
"Do you still have a headache?" Castiel sounded concerned.
"Yes," Spencer turned his head in the angel's direction and squinted. The angel pressed two fingers to Spencer's forehead again and after a second or two, gently trailed them down his face.
"How do you feel now?"
A-a lot better, thank you." his voice was tainted with relief as well as surprise, "But, you're still hurt, can't you heal yourself?"
"Usually, but the knife your unsub attacked me with, was an Angelic Blade." Cas almost looked ashamed.
"If it's an Angelic Blade, then, how did he have one?" Spencer asked, sitting up and trying to get a good look at Cas' wounds.
"I believe he was one of my brothers." Cas said, "But I have no reason to suggest why, perhaps he was a demon."
Spencer nodded his understanding and asked "Does it still hurt?" The cuts certainly looked horrific. Especially with that amount of blood.
"Yes."
Spencer took the angel's hand and guided him to the en-suite, where he kept the first aid kit. He helped Cas slip out of his trenchcoat, jacket and shirt, slowly so not to cause any more pain to him.
He opened the kit and took out the alcoholic wipes and gauze. Spencer dabbed the wounds on Cas' forearms and the one on his chest, wiping away the blood. Although flinching when the cold wipes touched onto his hot and painful wounds, he didn't make a sound until Spencer started dressing them, "Spence, thank you." His voice was much more kinder than it usually sounded, and he sounded ever so sincere.
Spencer looked up, his brown eyes meeting blue, and smiled, looking back down at the wound to tie the gauze off.

Cas raised his bandaged arms, cupping Spencer's face who was so suddenly aware of the fact that Castiel's torso was bare and had a very subtle definition to his muscles. Spencer felt his cheeks start to blush pink.
"Really Spence, thank you."
They were looking into each other's eyes for what seemed an eternity, a very comfortable one at that, before Cas, although awkward, brushed his lips against Spencer's. Spencer applied a little bit more pressure, leaning into Castiel's kiss.
He pulled away, "Sorry, Cas. I can't stop thinking, what if something worse had happened to you? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself, the unsub is after me, and..." His voice trailed off. Cas was still holding Spencer and whispered, "Are you angry?"
"No, I'm upset... I just don't want you to get hurt again, not because of me..." Cas hesitated, before answering.
"My apologies..." Cas' voice was small.
"It's okay Cas, honest." Spencer hugged him, trying not to disrupt the bandaging or cause him pain.
Castiel turned Spencer's face toward his own, lightly pressing his lips against the corner of Spencer's. A promise to say he would be okay.
Spencer turned his head more and kissed Cas' sweet mouth. His own clothed torso pressing against Cas' bare chest. Hand winding into Cas' short hair, his other hand holding Cas'.
Cas wrapped his free arm around Spencer's waist, pulling the man into him, deepening the kiss that he'd "learnt from the pizza man".
Spencer could have stayed there forever. Cas made him feel safe and at peace, made him feel things he'd never felt before. Not even when he was with Sherlock.
At some point during the kiss, Cas had moved them to the sofa, entwined around each other. Cas' hand cupping Spencer's face, the other holding the man's waist. Spencer's hand still in Cas' hair and the other had roamed to touching Cas' chest.
They pulled away from the kiss, still holding onto each other, but breathing hard. They remained like that, smiling and panting, with cartoons on the TV.