Sam Winchester stitched up Dean's arm while he was asleep. A little ointment and slow, careful stitches did the job just fine. He had popped Dean's jaw back into place earlier, warning him not to sneeze or yawn for awhile.
Castiel at by Dean the entire night, from about eight o'clock in the evening to three in the morning, during which he fell asleep for about ten minutes, then woke up, wings fluttering in a panic. "Cas, it's okay." Sam assured him, smiling. He had decided to stay awake as well, watching over his older brother. They were both his caretakers this time.
Dean awoke the next morning to a peculiar sight. Sam was half-asleep in a chair, his head drooping down, then quickly bobbing up, a humorous instinct. Each time, he grunted a bit, then sighed, making Dean smile.
No sooner than Dean had started to wonder where on Earth Cas was, something cold touched his leg, deep under the covers. Naturally, he jumped, scooting a few centimeters away. Slowly turning his head so as not to dislocate his jaw again, he turned over on his side to come face-to-face with a sleeping angel. Literally.
Castiel's fingers stretched out, searching the bed for something. A sign of warmth perhaps, a sign that everything was okay. Making sure that Sam was asleep, Dean reached his hand out to meet Castiel's and gripped it firmly. He fell asleep with a grin etched on his freckled face.
AN - Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favourited and followed my story. I appreciate it more than anyone can know! I apologise for the short epilogue, but it was fitting to me :) For those of you who do not like Destiel, I apologise for the subtext.