I know this is late as fuck just shhh

They had pulled Castiel away from Dean when they got to the hospital on the grounds that they needed to check him over and patch him up. Dean was reluctant, but with a very unswayed paramedic and a little persuasion from Castiel, he finally let go. Now pacing the hospital waiting room, he waited, checking down the hall near constantly for one of the nurses to come back to get him. When one finally showed up, a lithe blond blond woman, Dean blew straight passed her on his way to Castiel's room. He was nearly at the end of the corridor when he realized he had no clue which one was Castiel's, and he had to turn back to the woman with a sheepish smile, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. She didn't seem to mind, really, and led him down to the end, rounding a corner, showing Dean the correct room, and he thanked her before entering.

Castiel was laying on the bed inclined bed, eyes closed though still awake. Another nurse was re-wrapping the bandage around his neck when Dean entered, so he took a seat beside the bed. When finished, the orderly gave him a look. "Do not bother him. That includes climbing into bed with him," he pointed out, recalling how obtrusive Dean had been in the ambulance. "He needs to rest, understand?"

"Yes." Not gonna listen. The moment the orderly was gone, Dean got up from the chair, walking around to the side without any tubes or cords blocking his way. He slid onto the bed, sliding his arm under Castiel, who sat up enough for Dean to do so. He laid on his side, and Castiel rolled into him, shifting as close as he possibly could, curling into him as Dean wrapped his arms around him.

"Dean," he whimpered, fisting his fingers into Dean's shirt, pressing his face to his chest. "Dean. Dean. Dean."

A soothing had was stroking his back, rubbing lightly up and down his spine. "Cas, baby, I'm here. It's okay."

"God, Dean, I was so scared."

"I know, I was too. But I've got you now, baby. It's okay.

"Good," his fingers tightened in his shirt. "Don't you ever let go."

It became apparent after a while that Castiel had no intentions of resting while Dean was there, and that Dean had no intentions of leaving, so they discharged him. It wasn't necessary to keep him overnight, honestly. Aside from a few stitches on the side of his neck where the blade had gone just a bit too deep, and a few more right above his eyebrow from being hit there so repeatedly, there really wasn't a lot more they could do for him. There were bandages around his wrists to prevent the rope-burned skin from rubbing against anything too harshly. With instructions on how and when to replace those bandages and the ones on his neck, the promise that Dean would practically baby Castiel, and a mass of painkillers, they were off.

They returned to Castiel's apartment, and the college student stumbled out of Dean's supportive arms and straight through his bedroom to his bathroom. Dean just rolled his eyes at the stumbling man, and made to get some water for him. He was supposed to take some preventative antibiotics and a painkiller, and based on the size of the pills, Dean was sure he couldn't swallow them dry. By the time he had gotten the pills from the bottles and the glass of water, and returned to Castiel's bedroom, the man was splayed out on his bed, hand pressed over his exposed stomach, shirt riding up his abdomen haphazardly, staring at Dean. His belt was undone, as well as the top button of his jeans, the zipper halfway down. One of his shoes had been lost in the entrance to the bathroom, as well as the sock a few feet away from it, but the other set remained completely intact on his other foot. He grinned at Dean, who was staring at him with a bemused expression. "Hi Dean."

"Hey Cas," he replied, padding over to him. He set the drink and pills down before sitting on the bed, running a hand through Castiel's hair. "How you feeling? You look good."

"I'm feeling like you should take my clothes off," Castiel grinned, closing his eyes as Dean's fingers worked through his hair. "And thank you."

Dean's eyes widened. "Take off your clothes? Cas, did you already take your pills?"

"Nah, they just drugged me at the hospital. And keep playing with my hair."

Dean's hand, which had stilled, continued, running through the thick, dark locks. "Pushy, pushy."

Castiel grinned again. "Damn straight. Now strip me, Winchester."

"You are so demanding," Dean grumbled, moving to straddle Castiel's hips.

"You love it."

He rolled his eyes, not even bothering to deny it as he reached forward, grabbing the hem of Castiel's shirt. He tugged it up, and Castiel sat up, making it easier for Dean pull it off. As he pulled the shirt over his arms, Castiel let them fall behind Dean, his nails raking down his clothed back, coming to a rest in the small, where he pressed on tight, keeping himself upright. Dean gave him a look, and received a smirk in return.

"Sorry, you're irresistible."

Dean rolled his eyes, tossing the shirt on the floor. "Cas, are you drunk?"

"Nooooo, just horny."

Oh uhh. Dean sputtered, and Castiel smirked, arching his back, pressing himself into Dean with a small moan. He collapsed back onto the bed, pressing his cheek into the pillow as he grabbed out for Dean's hands. He got a hold of them, and pulled them to his body, sliding them over his skin, letting them rest on his chest. "Mmm, Dean."

Dean swallowed hard, his fingers twitching over Castiel's chest as the other moaned quietly again. "These pills turn you on?"

"No, you turn me on. These pills make me just not care. Now touch me, Dean."

"I am touching you, Cas."

"Dean…"

Dean grinned and slid his hands down Castiel's body, the other writhing under his light touch. Dean grinned, and shimmied himself back on Castiel's thighs and legs, exposing just how turned on he was underneath his unbuttoned jeans. He pressed a kiss to his navel as he hooked his fingers around his waistband, his fingers sliding to the back, Castiel's hips rising in compliance. Dean slid his jeans down to his knees easily, and then sat up, hopping off him to stand on the floor. Castiel propped himself up on his elbows, pouting at Dean.

"Why'd you stop?"

Dean pointed at Castiel's foot. "Someone got too excited to take off his shoe."

Castiel rolled his eyes and plopped back onto the bed with a groan, and Dean pulled off his shoe and sock in one motion, tossing them across the room before shimmying his jeans the rest of the way off. He took his own pants off, and then joined Castiel on the bed. He propped his head up on his hand, supported by his elbow as he draped his other arm across Castiel, hand hooking around his hip.

Castiel peered at him from the corner of his eye. "This isn't very sexual, Dean."

"No, it's not."

"Listen, if you don't want to be physical with me, you can just tell me," Castiel said after a few moments, his eyes rolling to look back up at the ceiling.

"I don't want to be physical with you." Dean blinked at Castiel, and he didn't continue until the other tried to turn on to his side and away from him. He pressed his hand down on his hip, barring his arm across him, keeping him down. Castiel looked back at him.

"If you don't want to have sex with me, then let me go to sleep."

Castiel stared up at the ceiling, and a moment later the bed beside his shifted. A hand slid under his head, fingers sliding through his hair, and a body pressed up against his own, the arm barred across his hips sliding up to rest higher on his body. He closed his eyes, and a moment later, Dean's lips were pressing softly to his own. He tried to deepen it, but Dean pulled away.

"I don't want to hurt you, baby."

"You won't."

Dean scoffed quietly. "Cas, babe, you've got a busted lip, bound wrists, a bruised stomach, and despite the fact that you can't seem to feel it, a slit neck and stitches in your eyebrow.

"You won't hurt me."

"You're already hurt," Dean replied, pressing his lips gently to Castiel's again.

"Then make me feel good."

"Mmm, I want to," he said, pecking Castiel's cheek, sitting up a bit, the arm previously across his hips slid up, his thumb brushing across his nipple. Castiel gasped quietly, and Dean grinned, sliding his thumb back over and around it slowly as he sat up completely, rotating himself and crossing his legs. He slipped his hand out from under Castiel's head and reached over to the end table, leaning a bit in order to grab the pills first, followed by the glass of water, the hand still on Castiel drifting down to cup his ribs, keeping Dean from falling off the bed. He returned back, sliding his hand from Castiel's body, dropping the pills into it. He held it out, and Castiel propped himself up on his elbows.

"You want me to take my pills?"

"I want you to take your pills. They're gonna make you sleepy, and you need rest."

"But I don't want rest," Castiel pouted, though he took the pills anyway. He popped them in his mouth and swallowed them dry, much to Dean's surprise. He took the glass of water after, however. "I want you." He gulped down about half of the glass before handing it back to Dean, who placed it on the end table.

Dean leaned in and cupped Castiel cheek, giving him a gentle smile before kissing him. "You have me." Castiel blinked a few times at him, and Dean pulled away, shuffling awkwardly across the bed until he was close enough to the edge to unfurl himself and stand.

Castiel cocked his head at him, a look of confusion on his face as he watched him walk away, only to see him flick off the lights and return to him a moment later. He slipped his hand under his back as he crawled onto the bed, and when he was close enough, stopped, placing his other hand on Castiel's opposite side, lowering him down to the pillow. Castiel slipped an arm over Dean's shoulder, and Dean pressed himself into him, chest resting against his side. They both shifted until they were comfortable, Dean's head on Castiel's shoulder, his arms wrapped around him.

"You wake me up if you need anything, okay Cas?"

"Mmm'kay Dean."

Dean grinned and pressed a kiss to Castiel's chest, and Castiel said "I'm kissing your hair." in response, as he couldn't bend his head far enough down to actually do so. Dean laughed and kissed his chest once again before closing his eyes, falling asleep shortly after.

When he awoke again a while later it was because the body beneath his was shaking. It took him a moment to realize Castiel wasn't actually awake, and another few to realize it was a nightmare as he sat up. He blinked at the dimly moon-lit man, his body trembling atop the bed, a cold sweat apparent on his forehead.

"Oh baby," Dean whispered, reaching out to press his hand to Castiel, rubbing lightly wherever he could reach. "Cas," he whispered after a moment, trying to draw him out of it. "Cas. Cas. Cas, baby. Cas. Baby. Sweetheart. Cas, bab-"

Castiel's eyes shot open, and they darted around, seeming to scan the room until they fell on Dean. It took him a moment to process, but within seconds he was sitting up, wrapping his arms around Dean, practically throwing himself onto him, situating himself on his lap when he had a secure hold on him. Dean slipped his arms around him the moment Castiel had himself atop his lap and loosely crossed legs, one arm holding securely to him, barred across his back as the other rubbed up and down, soothing circles into his upper back, and tangling in his hair as he held him close, cycling through some combination of the three and whispering sweet nothings into his neck, right below his ear until Castiel's breathing had calmed, and the heartbeat pounding in his neck was back to a regular pace. Castiel seemed plenty calm, though he showed no intention of letting go of Dean, instead wrapping his legs around his waist, pressing in closer.

Dean kissed below his ear. "Are you okay, baby?"

"My neck hurts."

"I'd imagine. Need more pills?"

He nodded. "Don't let me go."

Well. Dean shuffled himself awkwardly under Castiel, unfurling his legs from underneath him, working to the edge of the bed, dangling them over the edge. He wiggled his toes before sliding forward more, pressing his feet to the ground. Castiel held on tighter, wrapping his legs tighter around his waist as he felt Dean begin to stand. Dean wrapped his arms tighter around his back as he lifted him, carrying him out to the kitchenette. He bumped Castiel into the light switch, clicking it on before moving farther in.

He set him down on the island, and despite his pleas not to, Dean untangled himself from him. He held Castiel's hand as he walked around the room, grabbing a glass and filling it with water, passing it off before grabbing the pills. He shook out a few before giving them to Castiel, who downed them with a few gulps of water. Dean dropped his head down to rest on Castiel thigh while the other finished his water. He heard the quiet clink of glass being set down on the surface, and a few moments later, felt a hand running through his hair. Dean smiled and turned his head, pressing a kiss to Castiel's thigh. The hand ran through his hair again.

"You know, I've never had a boyfriend who's kissed me wherever he can."

Dean grinned. "I like that. And you deserve to be kissed everywhere."

"You like that my exes never kissed me?"

"No, I like that you called me your boyfriend." Dean looked up Castiel's thigh, noticing a bit of the scar there exposed from where his boxers were riding up. He slid up and pressed his lips to it, causing Castiel to gasp. He grinned against his skin, and pulled back, pressing his hands to the countertop as he pushed up, capturing Castiel's lips in a soft and brief kiss. He pulled away a moment later, grinning. "What do you say we get back to bed?"

Castiel hummed in agreement, and before Dean could pull away, Castiel had his arms wrapped around his neck and his legs around his waist. Dean laughed.

"Do you want me to carry you again?"

"I thought that was apparent."

Dean rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist, holding him tight as he slid him off the island. He bumped him into the light switch again on the way out, clicking it off. They returned to the bedroom, and Dean set Castiel down on the bed, letting him situate himself comfortably before joining him. He curled into his side, resting his head on his chest again, and Castiel wrapped an arm around him.

"Thank you, Dean."

Dean just smiled and kissed Castiel's chest. "Goodnight, Cas."

"Goodnight, Dean."

Jesus fuck this is about a week late but jesus fuck I was either busy, or sleeping, or distracted on tumblr, or sleeping, and jesus fuck I'm sorry.

So, uhm, there's gonna be a few more chapters, I think. Not a ton. Probably like... 3? Maybe 4 if I can manage that. Probably 2. Or 3. Or 4.

Yeah, that wasn't helpful, at all, but whatevs.

Okay, so story time. So, I have this huge fucking Jeep. A 2006 Commander, if you want to see how big it is. And I was driving around Spokane cause I had to go up for a neurologist appointment, and I stopped to fill the tank - it was half full, but gas is WAY cheaper in Spokane than lamesville, so- and it was $40 and I was like FUCK! IT COSTS 80 TO FILL THE DAMN THING IF IT'S EMPTY SHIT FUCK and then I just got to a stage of not caring, and my mom was there in case I had to get more drugs at the pharmacy (i did so) and so in my state on not caring, I had all the windows down and the sunroof open and my mom hated it so much she went and got into the back back (third row seating) and I swear to god I was laughing so hard jesus also I was playing loud music and the bass is really heavy back there so to make things shirt, you just had a story about me torturing my mum HOW FUN

Okay, gonna try to get another chapter up tomorrow, but honestly, expect it Monday.

Thank you for reading, and let me know what you think! I love hearing from you guys!

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