Dean didn't see Cas between Halloween and the middle of March. He'd wasn't completely sure why, Cas hadn't been very forthcoming. When he showed up that Friday, he seemed distracted the whole night.
Saturday was different, though. Dean woke to a yowl from the kitchen that had him jumping out of bed. What he found made him laugh and hold back declarations of love. Cas was glaring at a pan of bacon and rubbing at a red spot on his stomach. "Why would you cook bacon shirtless, Cas?"
He shot a sheepish look to Dean. "I may have thought I was more agile than I am." When Dean started laughing again, Cas glared at him.
The clock in the kitchen read ten, and Dean raised an eyebrow. Cas never got up earlier than noon if he could help it. "Why are you cooking so early?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around him. Their bare skin touched and the thin pajama pants they both wore were rather pointless barriers between them. He breathed into his ear, only stopping when blue eyes leveled at him in mock annoyance.
"I was going to go make you breakfast in bed and then not let you out of it for the rest of today." He turned back to the bacon when it popped and splattered his stomach again. Some touched Dean's arm, but he didn't react. He was where he loved to be. Home, with Cas in his arms and nothing planned.
Thinking those things was just going to have him blurting the words that he knew he shouldn't, so instead he threw on a smile and asked, "How were you planning on keeping me there?"
Cas smirked before turning back to the bacon. It might have had something to do with the evidence that he liked the plan that happened to be poking him.
An hour later they crawled out of bed again, ready to clean up the mess that Cas had made. Dean washed and rinsed while Cas dried. He was rinsing out the bacon pan – and it had been a bitch to get the congealed grease and bacon out of it – water shot over the edge and across Cas's back. "Woops."
Dean would have gone back to cleaning and let it be at that. But Cas gave him a look and then reached over and splashed Dean in the face. A full blown water fight broke out after that. Water was on the walls, both of them, and the floor, making the footing treacherous.
He'd reached to grab a towel when Cas dropped an ice cube down his pants. He couldn't help the high pitched squeak that had come out of his throat when it touched his skin. He jumped back and slipped on the water, trying to catch himself but slipping in the water again. His wrist was under him with his hand bent oddly.
It hurt, but not too badly. He thought he was fine until Cas gave his wrist a horrified look. It was swollen and there was weird knot on his wrist. It didn't hurt until Cas helped him put a shirt on. The sleeve had caught on his wrist before being tugged into position.
Cas was calm as he drove them to the hospital, but his eyes were too wide. Dean knew that it was the way he worried. He didn't hover like a bird, letting Dean open his own door. It was his left hand, so it was pretty easy to just not touch it.
When they left the hospital four hours later, Dean had a neon green cast – he'd talked the doctor out of the hot pink one that Cas had asked for – and a prescription for Ibuprofen he intended to ignore. If Cas would let him, he'd really rather just drink. Cas, of course, stopped to have the prescription filled and amused himself with looking for stickers to put on the cast while they waited.
They were driving back when Dean threw the stickers out the window. Cas looked offended, but Dean smiled at him. His wrist already itched and working around this thing in the shop was going to be a bitch, but he was happy.
"I will just draw something on it if you won't put the stickers on." Cas looked smug looking over the steering wheel.
If it hadn't been his left hand that was in a cast, he'd have reached over and ran a hand across Cas's cheek. He liked to act like an offended cat, but Dean knew he enjoyed it. He spent the ride home watching Cas sing along to the radio.
"You gotta feel it, be it keeps you up at night. You know that I'm leaving." Dean did his best not to let the lyrics get to him. "Everything will be alright, and even when I'm miles away you got me high like cocaine. We're moving faster than a freeway and I can feel you in my veins. Baby, take my pain away." He smiled as he sang and Dean couldn't help smiling along. "Hit me like a kick drum, love me like we're still young. We're older but we're still the same. Baby, take my pain away."
Dean sang along for the rest of it. "I'll make it worth it if you see it through. Days without speaking, probably think I'm over you. And even when I'm miles away, you got me high like cocaine…"
As the last of the song faded on the speakers, they pulled up. Cas looked over in time to see the stupid smile that was on Dean's lips. He asked what he was thinking with just the look on his face. Dean swallowed before he fought the smile into one less dripping with love. "Nothing. Let's go inside."
Take My Pain Away - Anarbor