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So…I only have one week of school left. This time in 7 days, I'll be curled up at home pondering the meaning of life until my exams. I'M TOO YOUNG TO GROW UP.
Also, I'm starting to think that I should start a smutty version of this on AO3. Heaven knows what unpublishable antics Dean and Cas get up to in my mind in between prompts…
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74. Burn
The sound of loud clattering from the kitchen was easy enough to ignore. But the moment he heard Cas' pained cry, Dean abandoned his task and sprinted out of the library. He found Cas clutching his hand, a square pan on the ground near his feet with a crushed pie inside.
"What happened?" Dean said immediately. In response, Cas showed him his red, shiny hand.
"It was an accident, Dean," he said miserably. "I was taking the pan out of the oven and the towel slipped and I grabbed the pan and – it hurts, Dean!"
"Alright, calm down." Dean gently took Cas' wrist to survey the damage. The burn didn't look too bad but Dean knew from experience that it would be very painful. "Shouldn't you be used to pain, Cas? You've been shot and blown up before, right?"
Cas gave him a severe look, wincing when Dean's hand accidentally brushed his burn.
"I was an angel then," he said. "Those gun wounds were to my vessel and I can dull my senses to make them less painful. And being smote by Raphael and Lucifer was almost instantaneous. And I wasn't human!"
"Calm down, Cas." Dean let go of Cas' hand. "I'm gonna get the first aid kit. Behave and I'll kiss it better, alright?"
Cas frowned.
"How will a kiss heal me?" he said curiously. Dean rolled his eyes, though he was smirking.
"It won't. But it'll make it feel better. And you'd better be grateful 'cause I only ever did that with Sammy. Run that hand under cold water for ten minutes, okay?"
Dean went to fetch the first aid kit and waited ten minutes before telling Cas to turn the water off. To his credit, Cas sat very still and only winced and grimaced whenever Dean carefully dabbed at his burn with antiseptic, though he did let out the occasional groan. Once Dean had treated the wound, he placed a gauze dressing on the burn, loosely wrapping a bandage around it to keep it in place.
"There," he declared, admiring his handiwork. "All better."
Cas continued to frown.
"What?" Dean said. "You still pouting about the pain? It's gonna keep hurting 'til it's better."
"I know that," Cas said sulkily. "But you promised me a kiss to make it better. I never got my kiss."
"Geez, demanding much?" Dean snickered. But he raised Cas' burnt hand and pressed a light kiss to the bandage. Cas smiled at him.
"It feels better already," he said. "Thank you for caring for me, Dean."
He stepped forward and tugged Dean into an embrace. Dean immediately returned the hug, burying his face in Cas' hair and inhaling his angel's apple and coconut scent.
"Don't worry about it, Cas," he said gruffly. "That's my job, isn't it? I've gotta look after my annoying little brother and his girl, and my little sister, and my angel."
He felt Cas' arms tighten around him in response and he just smiled and closed his eyes, content to remain there and hug his angel.