A/N: Why does it take me forever to write things these days? I don’t know. Either way, worked on this over the course of a couple weeks I think. Someone (why can’t I remember who????) was talking about how they wanted Cas trying to heal Dean but his mojo/grace tickles and so this happened.
Dean clutched at his stomach as he stomped into the bunker; a gash ran across his skin where a werewolf claw had connected with his skin just as he’d been taking out the other wolf. There had to be two werewolves, of course, not just one as he’d been expecting. Then again, when did things ever go as expected in his life?
He’d patched himself up in the car as Sam drove them back, and now all Dean wanted was a cold beer, his bed, and for the thrum of pain in his middle to numb. Sam was confident in his brother’s medical competence and could tell that Dean was in a bad mood, probably just needed to blow off a little steam. Sam took it as a chance to catch up on some reading.
“Dean, are you alright?” Cas ran into Dean on his way through the main hall and down toward his room. His eyes shifted down to where Dean had a hand on his stomach.
“M’fine.” Dean huffed, heading for the bedroom door.
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“I know, you’ve taken on a great deal of pain in the past,” Cas sighed, “But don’t suffer in silence when relief for the pain is standing right in front of you.” He followed Dean through the doorway, “Let me help?” Cas looked at him with those big blue puppy-dog eyes and Dean was a goner.
Dean rolled his eyes, sighing heavily and overly exaggerated, “Fine.” He put up quite the wall of ‘tough, strong, can-handle-anything-the-world-throws-at-me’ attitude, but underneath that all, Dean was pleased that there was a remedy for the sharp tinge of pain he felt - even deeper down some part of him was very pleased that Cas actually cared enough to pursue the issue of his health.
“Lie down.” Cas instructed.
Dean obliged, flopping down onto the bed and tugging his shirt up a bit to show the patch job.
“This might feel a bit strange.” Cas warned, and then his hand was hovering over Dean, a bright light building from his palm and encompassing the wounded area. Dean squirmed a little at the not-touch.
It was… Weird. To say the least. Dean had been healed before by Cas, sure, but usually it was pretty quick, and it was never on his stomach.
The light had a small weight to it, making its presence known, and it caused this feeling just under his skin that just sort of tingled.
And the longer the hand stayed there, the worse it got.
“But there I was, clothed in a week old t-shirt, keeled over on the side of my bed, staring at a long-legged spider gliding its way across a scarcely touched bottle of gin, playing Clair de Lune through my iPhone, attempting to understand why we label ‘beautiful’ things instead of getting to know them”
This is a Peacock Spider. I do not like spiders but this is a pretty little fellow! The spider can be found in Queensland and New South Wales. It’s proper name is Maratus Volans and it’s of the jumping spider species; also sometimes referred to as the Gliding Spider.