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114. Glasses
There was something up with Cas. His aim had been getting sloppier over the past few weeks and on that werewolf case last night, he'd almost been eaten alive due to stuffing up a shot and hitting the tree instead of the monster!
"Dude, what's up?" Dean said, holding Cas close and stroking his hair after tending to his wounds. "Your aim's been getting crappier. One of these days, you're gonna get your ass handed to you and we don't have any more angelic 'Get Out of Death Free' cards!"
Cas sighed, leaning into Dean's chest.
"I don't know," he admitted. "My eyesight seems to be poorer than before. I've noticed it deteriorating over the past few weeks."
"Then why didn't you say something?" Dean demanded. "Stuffed eyes are gonna get you killed!"
"I thought that the condition might pass," Cas said. "And I didn't want to impose on you if it was serious and I did need to see a medical professional. I know how much you hate seeing 'officials'."
Dean groaned.
"Dammit, Cas! I don't care about seeing a doc if your life's on the line! If you mess up one more shot then you could die! And I – I can't lose you, Cas. I already lost you to Raphael, Lucifer, Leviathans and April – I'm not losing you again if I can help it."
Cas smiled and slid his arms around Dean's body.
"Okay," he said. "I will see a doctor when you deem it convenient."
"Damn straight you will. Now c'mere, angel."
After a visit to the local Lebanon doctor, who had sent them to the optometrist's for a check-up, Cas had learned that he was short-sighted and his vision would get a lot worse if he didn't get glasses. So Dean got the tedious but very visually pleasing task of helping Cas pick out a frame.
"Dude, hell no!" Dean winced at a pair of round, bright red glasses that Cas tried on. "Not only does red not suit you but you look like frigging Harry Potter!"
The corners of Cas' mouth twitched and he replaced the frame. Ten minutes and a few more frames later, he turned around and Dean's mouth instantly went dry. The glasses that Cas had picked were sleek, shiny plastic and rectangular and as Cas moved his head, deep blue flecks glimmered in the black plastic and made his blue eyes pop. Dean had to resist the urge to jump his angel's bones then and there, especially since he really looked like the nerdy, dorky angel that Dean loved to call him.
"I take it by your lack of verbal reaction and your dumbfounded facial expression that you like these ones?" Cas smiled.
"Hell, yeah…" Dean rasped. "Dude, you gotta take 'em off or we'll be going at it right now."
Cas' cheeks flushed but he smiled, pleased, and took the frame off. Dean nearly groaned when he learned that they would have to wait a few weeks for the glasses to be ready but oh, would it be worth the wait!