A/N: Oh hey readers! Welcome to another update! Sorry this chapter is a wee bit short, but it's mainly a fluff chapter. It's not the best chapter in my opinion, but it could be worse. Just a head's up: I suck at writing romance because I've had no practice in it whatsoever! xD So sorry if it's… awkward.
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"Cas, you okay?" Dean asks, bending over the angel. "Cas?"
Castiel wants to reply, but to open his eyes would be too much of an effort, or to talk. So he doesn't reply.
"Sorry, brother," Lucifer says, and Castiel feels Lucifer standing by him. "I told you what would happen."
"Sam, hurry, get me something!" Dean shouts. "I've got to stop the bleeding."
Castiel hears Sam run off hurriedly, and then hears Dean grunts (Castiel assumes Dean is either kneeling or sitting on the floor) in pain. He wants to ask Dean if he's okay, wants to murder Lucifer for what he did, but Castiel doesn't have any strength.
"Cas, can you hear me?" Dean asks, holding the angel's hand. "Squeeze if you can."
Castiel wonders why Dean's holding his hand, but it seemed like a better method of communication, so Castiel squeezes Dean's hand.
"Cas," Dean breathes. "Okay, good, good." Castiel hears Dean choke up. "I don't want you to die."
Castiel wills himself to open his eyes, and does so after a struggle, to see Dean hovering over him. "It's not fatal." The words were hardly comprehensible, but it was all Castiel could muster.
Dean seemed to get the jest of it. "Can't you heal yourself any?"
Castiel closes his eyes and sighs deeply. "No."
"Out of angel mojo?" Dean asks and Castiel nods.
Sam rushes back with cloth and other medical supplies. "I brought all that I could."
"Good," Dean says and takes the cloth. Dean presses it against Castiel who groans in protest. "Easy, Cas."
"I'm sorry, Dean," Castiel says, staring at the ceiling.
Dean gulps. "What for Cas?"
Castiel sighs and turns his head. "For your wound. I did not know Lucifer could harm you…in reality."
"None of us knew Cas, it's not your fault," Dean says. "You have it worse. I wish I could make it better."
"Your company is enough Dean," Castiel says, giving a slight smile.
"Aw, I think I'm going to cry," Lucifer says.
Castiel sits up, grunting in pain.
"Whoa, Cas, take it easy!" Dean says, holding Castiel up. "What do you think you're doing?"
"It's hard to look at you sideways," Castiel says.
Dean gapes at the angel as if to say 'really?' and then sighs. "Sam, could you leave for a minute?"
Sam nods and exits, leaving Dean with Castiel.
"Cas," Dean says. "I promise you everything will be fixed tomorrow."
Castiel nods. "I know, Dean. I put my trust in you."
Dean stares at Castiel, entranced by the angel's gaze.
Castiel tilts his head, feeling Dean's heartbeat race. "Are you okay Dean?"
"Yeah, peachy," Dean says and then sighs. He runs a hand through his hair and then sighs again.
"Dean, what are you worried…" Castiel began to say but was cut off by Dean's lips pressing against him. Baffled, the angel did not know what to do-it was quite unlike the time when he had kissed Meg, but soon relaxed, much to Dean's relief, and began to kiss back.
Dean pulls away after a moment, eyes wide, afraid he did something wrong.
Castiel tilts his head. He feels rejuvenated for some reason.
"Cas?" Dean says, clearing his throat. "You…uh, okay?"
"Yes," Castiel says. "I… feel fine, actually." He looks at Dean. "Why did you kiss me?"
Dean mutters something under his breath with embarrassment and then looks at Castiel. "Because, I uh.." He pauses, glancing at the floor. "I uh… like you Cas. Like…like like you. A lot."
"In a relationship like way?" Castiel asks innocently.
Dean gives a nervous chuckles. "Uh, yeah, you could put it that way," Dean says, the words trailing off. "I mean, I don't want to freak you out or anything…"
"I am not freaked out," Castiel says. "I… too, have liked you for quite some time now."
Dean stares and then whistles. "So, uh, all the protecting moments-what, they were outta love for me?"
Castiel blinks and then gives a trifle of a smile. "You could say that."
Dean sighs and then punches Castiel on the shoulder. "From now on we do things together, alright? You got a problem you tell me. We'll take care of it together."
"I know, Dean," Castiel says.
Dean lets out a shaky breath and then stands up. "Alright, c'mon, let's get you to the couch so you can rest." He loops Castiel's arm around his neck and helps the angel stand up. They then head to the living room where Dean helps Castiel onto the couch until the angel is comfortable.
"Thank you Dean," Castiel murmmers, closing his eyes.
"You need anything, I'm right here, okay?" Dean says, sitting beside Castiel.
Castiel hums in agreement and Dean watches as the angel's breathing evens out. Dean waits a moment and then runs a hand through Castiel's hair, smiling at how soft it was-almost like feathers.
Dean would take care of his angel.
A/N: Bah. Admittedly this chapter is not as good as I hoped it would be. But I hope you'll forgive me-this was mainly a fluff chapter. Next chapter shall… do more interesting things (with the Voice and Lucifer).
Bah. Okay, so I'm going to go to bed now, and I'll update tomorrow with hopefully a better chapter!
Until next time! *salutes*