Hi you all.. :)
This is my first Fanfic ever, so I hope you'll like it.
Rated M · Destiel · no explicit scenes, maybe a little mention · I would love to get some reviews/ tips to write better stories in future · published without beta – reader
Chapter 1 - Thoughts
After putting the blanket back on Castiel and going back to the table, the brothers looked at the sleepy angel.
„He looks so tired", Dean thought by himself, „not as cheerful and agile as before. But which one of us has stayed the way we were? At some point, life comes intervening for everyone.
Poor guy... How I'd like to take him in my arms now and hold him until the last bit of sadness has disappeared. But how would Cas react and most of all – what would Sam say?"
„Man, are you even listening to me?", said Sam.
In surprise, Dean looked at him. When did Sam say something and how long did he stared at Cas?
„What?", asked Dean. Cas seemed to have fallen asleep by now, so Dean implied they needed to keep their voices down.
A little disappointed but not really angry, Sam said: „I don't know where you've been with your mind, but I thought we should all go to sleep. And Cas shouldn't have to sit all the time!"
„Mmmh", Dean just did, looking embarrassed at the table.
„All right", Sam said and stood up, „whatever makes you brood, makes you silent. I will now go to my room. Good night!"
„Good night!"
As soon as Sam was out of audibility, Castiel made himself be noticed. Dean, who was still thinking, looked up.
„Dean", Castiel said in a low voice, „I'd like to go to bed, would you help me, please? I don't know if I could make it on my own?!"
„Course. Wait a sec..." Dean got up and walked over to the chair Castiel was sitting in. He grabbed Castiel's upper arm with his left hand and then maneuvered him into a standing position. After Dean put his right arm around Castiel's shoulders, they began the journey into Castiel's room.
Once there, Dean let go of Castiel's upper arm to turn on the light. Castiel now fell completely against him, which caused a well-known but very confusing tingling sensation in Dean. Dean couldn't get the light to turn on the first time he tried it.
Castiel, who noticed that, mumbled: „I'm sorry. I'll do the rest myself."
„No, nonsense. I'll help you, I just got a little scared." He smiled at the angel but turned away quickly, embarassed by his blushing and afraid that Castiel might see it.
Castiel said nothing more and had himself taken to his bed.
Gently, Dean helped him sit down. Hardly sitting, Castiel tried to take off his trench coat, which he couldn't do well due to his weakened body. Dean helped him.
Castiel also had his jacket taken off. But when Dean tried to open his belt, he backed away as far as he could.
„Without belt and trousers you'll sleep better, Cas."
„It's okay, Dean!" The almost shy look Castiel gave him made Dean's body even warmer inside.
„Why", he thought, „why do I always react to him like that?"
„Dean, can you tuck me in?", Castiel asked. Hastily Dean buried his thought. He covered Cas and switched on the bedside light. That would be much more muted than the bright ceiling light. Dean had already observed several times that when Cas was sleeping, he always turned on this light.
„I'm sure he won't feel so lonely in the dark then", he thought to himself.
Castiel, who had almost fallen asleep, lay down a little more comfortably.
„He looks so endlessly tired", Dean thought and just like Castiel used to do it to him to comfort him or show him he wasn't alone, Dean put his right hand on Castiel's left shoulder.
Sighing softly, Castiel leaned against Dean's hand.
He took it away gently and looked at the sleeping angel.
Dean thought he saw how the other man's face had relaxed a little. He smiled tiredly, turned around, went to the switch and turned off the ceiling light.
In the doorway, he turned around again.
Castiel seemed to be dreaming, because he took a deep breath once, cramped a little, but then calmed down again.
When closing the door Dean heard Castiel whisper quietly:
„It'd be okay, Dean!"
Okay…
First Chapter…
What do you say? Do I need to change something, should I write more?
Greetings,
Sophia