Cas slowly started to gain consciousness. Dazed, all he could tell was that he was cold, and there was a source of warmth behind him, so he turned and faced it. A constant, deep thumping sound started to lull him back to sleep. He felt something squeeze him towards the warmth again, but was too tired to be concerned. He fell in and out of sleep to the thumping sound, as he gained strength and warmth.
Cas sniffled a little, realising he felt pretty horrible physically. He noted noted a pressure on his head. Opening his eyes, squinting against the light, the first thing he was was the anti possession tattoo on someone's chest.
Sniffing lightly, he could tell it was Dean. He stiffened. Why am I in bed with Dean? And why do I feel so weak? Am I dreaming? Cas tried to look around without waking Dean, who was now sleeping with his head on the pillow. It reminded him of the times he had watched Dean sleep, as an angel. There was something so captivating about his green eyed human. He felt an odd itching in his nose, and was concerned.
Dean was jolted awake when Cas sneezed, something he had never heard. Looking at his angel, he saw the look of surprise on Cas's face, and ventured a guess that'd Cas never heard himself sneeze either.
When they made eye contact, Dean looked away, abashed, and sat up. Cas stared at his torso, causing heat to rise to Dean's face when he noticed Cas looking.
"Um, Dean. I do not mean to seem rude, but why am I… partially undressed and in your bed?"
Dean groaned, "Because you seemed to have forgotten that you're not invincible anymore."
Cas scowled slightly, remembering their argument, "Ah, yes, how could I forget when you seem so desperate to remind me of my flaws?" He turned away from Dean.
Dean touched his shoulder lightly, "C'mon, Cas. That's not what I meant. I care about you. But you heard Rahmiel. Humans are fragile. And Cas, I can't" his voice broke, "I can't lose you, not again."
Hearing Dean's voice, he turned around, sitting up. "You just don't get it."
Dean ran his hand through his hair and put his shirt back on, frustrated, "Enlighten me, Cas."
Sam knocked on the door, "Can I come in?"
Scooting away from Cas, Dean grimaced, "Uh, sure?"
Peeking his head in, Sam asked, "I'm not interrupting anything, am i?" quickly grabbing a shoe, Dean threw it at his brother. Sam ducked, but smiled. "Hey, Cas, you alright?"
"Yes, Sam, it seems I'll be able to recover fully thanks to the generosity of your brother". He got out of the bed,
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get some food." He brushed past Sam and went to find the kitchen.
Sam frowned and shook his head, "You two better kiss and makeup. I thought you would be happier with him back."
Dean rolled over with his back facing Sam, "Sorry to disappoint you."
Huffing, Sam left his brother and went to find Cas.
"What's going on, Cas?"
Cas looked up from his PB and J, "I, uh… well… mightvegottenmygraceback"
"I'm sorry, what? Your grace? That's a good thing isn't it?"
Cas looked down, "I don't think I want it…" he said quietly.
"And he's not taking it well?" Sam nodded in the direction of Dean's room.
"no, not at all"
Sam was quiet
"I don't blame him. He cares about you. No, he- he love you. And that's hard for Dean. Hell, if he could sell his soul to make me invincible, he would. But he doesn't have to with you. He can love you without worrying he'll lose you easily."
Cas' eyes darkened, "about that… your brother, he," Cas coughed, nervously, "He, uh, sold his soul."
"DEAN"
*A/N, oh gosh, I am so so sorry. I had a terrible case of writer's block, and then life just got the best of me and my story got put on the back burner. I feel really bad for that.*