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159. Knight

Dean was starting to get irritated. He'd been injured worse than this before! A bunged-up knee was nothing! So why couldn't Cas just let him be?

"I'm hungry," Dean complained. He began to heave himself out of his chair but Cas immediately pushed him back down and ran off to the kitchen to fix Dean something to eat. Dean glowered at his sandwich, which he knew confused and saddened his angel, but he was too annoyed to care.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled when he tried to take a shower and nearly fell over due to his knee almost giving out on him. Cas must have had some sort of 'distressed Dean' radar because he was in the bathroom straight away, stripping and getting in the shower to support him. Dean usually loved showering with Cas but knowing that his angel was there just to stop him from falling over made him feel humiliated and angry.

"Would you just cut it out?" Dean finally snapped when Cas rushed to get him another beer. Cas paused, frowning in confusion.

"What's wrong, Dean?" he said. Dean gestured wildly.

"All – this! I'm not a frigging baby! I can take care of myself! I've died heaps before and I don't need a nursemaid or a butler!"

Cas stared at him, frozen. Then his blue eyes narrowed coldly and he slammed the beer down on the table and stormed off in the direction of their room. Dean stared at the beer, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. Crap! He hadn't meant to be that harsh!

"What crawled up Cas' ass?" Rose commented, entering the room. "He ran into me and didn't even apologise."

"I messed up," Dean rasped. Rose's eyebrows flew up.

"Of course you did. What did you do this time?"

"He was smothering me. Doing everything for me just 'cause I screwed up my knee. And I got annoyed and just snapped."

He groaned and banged his forehead on the table.

"I'm such an idiot, aren't I?"

"Yep!" Rose said brightly. "So now you have to go and suck up until he forgives you. Go on! Shoo!"

Dean glowered at her as he limped past. He paused outside the bedroom door and took a deep breath before trying the handle. To his dismay, it was locked.

"Cas!" he called. "I know you're in there! C'mon, angel! Let me in!"

There was no reply.

"My knee's about to give out on me! I gotta lie down!"

He heard a dark laugh on the other side.

"Do you want me to tuck you in, Dean?" Cas said derisively. "Shall I sing you a song and read you a bedtime story?"

Dean winced. Okay, he totally deserved that one.

"I'm sorry!" he said. "You were just trying to help and I snapped and yelled at you when I should've just talked to you. I'm sorry, Cas! Don't leave me out here! Talk to me!"

Nothing happened. Grimacing and blinking rapidly, Dean began to limp away when the door opened and a hand grabbed his right arm. Dean turned to see that Cas was surveying him. His angel didn't look happy but he also didn't look pissed.

"'M sorry, Cas," Dean muttered. "I screwed up. I'm an idiot. I – you can take care of me if you really want. I won't complain."

Cas looked at him blankly for a moment. Just as Dean began to sweat, Cas smiled widely and leaned in to kiss him. The sudden change in his angel's disposition nearly threw Dean off-balance.

"If I was overwhelming you then you should have just told me, Dean," Cas said, pulling Dean close and wrapping Dean's arms around himself. "If you truly wish for me to stop caring for you then I will try not to."

"I didn't say that," Dean said hastily. "Just…tone it down, okay? I'm not an invalid."

Cas smiled.

"Okay, Dean. Now, come so that I can give you a relaxing massage. If that's not too overwhelming?"

"A massage from you is never overwhelming," Dean grinned, limping into the room with Cas' in his arms. "My little knight in a trench coat."

"I'm not a knight. And I'm not wearing my coat."

"Oh, never mind, Cas."