Bursting through the front door of the bunker, Sam and Dean are supporting a weary Castiel, after a successful hunt. They hobble with him down the stairs and settlehim at the table.
"you really should have been more careful, Cas," Sam warns him.
"he's right, Cas," Dean agrees. "Now that you're human, you cant just jump in feet first, you've got to stick to what you know"
"you're no better, Dean," Sam protests. "You cant just run in everytime Cas is in trouble, he can look after himself, he is not completely useless"
"well obviously he cant!" Dean raises his voice at his brother, as he points to Cas, who is sat at the table, nursing his ankle.
"I'm right here," Castiel reminds them, "I can hear you guys."
"whatever," Sam is defeated. He is tired. And he does not have the energy for the marital politics. "I need a shower."
Sam grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and heads into the corridor, towards the bathroom.
"He is right though, Cas," Dean warns him, the love evident in his voice. "You've got to remember you're not indestructible anymore."
"I know, Dean," Castiel says, feeling a little guilty. "But I'm not indisposable either."
"no one said you were," Dean reassures him, taking a hold of his hand. "You need to rest up for a few days though."
"but Dean-"
"you gotta lay off that ankle"
"why are you doing that, Dean?" Castiel asks, a little sad.
"doing what, Cas?" Dean is confused.
"treating me like a human," Castiel hears his own words as he says them. He knows why he is doing it. Its just still so weird.
"because you arehuman now," Dean grins, trying to cheer Cas up. "you're all mine now," he still has that cheeky grin, as he holds himself just centimetres from Castiel's face. He kisses him on the cheek and then smiles right infront of his face
once more.
"you don't have any power over me," Castiel jokes, secretly loving when Dean tries to take control.
"are you sure about that?" Dean smirks.
Dean takes a step back and looks Cas up and down in the chair – then he scoops him up. He made Castiel seem as light as a feather. Either Dean is a lot stronger than people realise or he has had a lot of practise with lifting his other half. Or both.
"Dean!" Cas cries out, with a chuckle, as the move took him by surprise.
Dean laughs to himself as he takes Castiel to their room, down the corridor.
"Dean, its just a sprained ankle!" Castiel jokingly pleads, as they enter the bedroom. "Please put me down!"
Dean stands over their bed. "oh, I'll put you down," he playfully implies.
He places his lover carefully on the mattress, but then places himself on top of him. Castiel grins, as he pulls Dean against his chest, and presses his lips against Deans, feeling his partner smile through their kiss.