A/N: I am so sorry for lack of updating anything. Many reasons and excuses but all too long and boring. I can't apologise enough, loves! P.S Happier chapters than this I hope in the very near future. I was in a poor mood when I spat this out, I guess. Like, really. What is this even?
JMK
Second
Dean whispered in the near pitch-dark, skin lit with a cold hue from the moonlight.
"Hold me."
"Dean—"
"Please, Cas," he choked, pulling a wrecked smile as blood trickled down his face. "You can heal me in a second. Just- Just hold me first."
Dean sucked in a breath as Castiel shuffled down to Dean's level on the dirt and pulled him close, careful not to move him too fast. The angel drew back for a moment and brushed away the blood pooling in the contour of Dean's cheek.
"Why do you do this? Every time, Dean…" Castiel trailed.
"'Cause," Dean said, "It's not fair. Let me feel this for a second. Just a second…"
Castiel nodded submissively.
Dean bit his lip to stop a groan of pain and scrunched his eyes tightly.
"Just a second," Dean muttered, his heart beating rapidly to keep up with the loss of blood, "Just…Just a second."
Cas nodded again and smiled at Dean, pushing strands of sweat-slicked hair off his forehead.
The angel's hands twitched but didn't move yet to heal the man in his arms. Not just yet.
"Just a second," Cas agreed. "Just a second."