“No way man I’d be Iron Man, you’d be hawkeye” Dean stated as he opened the slightly rusty door of the 67′ chevy.
“In your dreams Dean… Cas would be a better Iron Man than you” Cas and Sam exited the car, entering into the cool night of Lebanon Kansas. Dean rolled his eyes and walked towards the bunker.
“He’s right Dean, I have the capabilities of the man made of iron” Dean dug out the keys for the bunker in his pockets while he rolled his eyes. Dean was about to retaliate when he got cut off by your wounded body falling in front of them from thin air. Dean jumped back in shock and reached for his gun in instinct knowing it was still useless. You lifted your head so your features were visible during the moonlight and immediately Cas recognized you, pained expression or not.
“Y/N!” Castiel exclaimed as he ran over to you picking you up in his arms, you weakly smiled at your brother while he pushed away your hair from your bloody face.
“Hey Cassybear”You hoarsely whispered, drained from the battle that just occurred. You were told only 14 demons were gonna be there, not 34. Cas looked behind to the two unmoving brothers who waited for the angel’s command.
“Help me get her inside” Castiel effortlessly picked you up while Dean cleared your path and opened the door to the bunker. Your vision became blurry and slightly red as the blood seemed to make its way into your eyes. You cursed under your breathe when you felt as if you were dipping in and out of consciousness. Dean walked ahead, leading you to a spare room.
“What have you done, Y/N? I knew you shouldn’t have left heaven so early! You were suppose to prove you can survive! ” Cas authoritatively said but you heard the hint of affection in it, brotherly affection of course.
“I thought I could take out a bunch of demons and hey I did damn good Cassie.” Cas looked down at your drowsy smile and the anger arose quicker than smoke. He hated knowing filthy demons had their hands on you.
“And?” Cas questioned as they entered your temporary room.
“I was wrong” You laughed but immediately stopped as you viciously coughed up blood. Cas examined your body and noticed the bruises covering your once untouched skin and your face was black, blue and red.
“You’re an absolute child, you’re too weak to heal yourself, Y/N…Just lay back.” Cas sighed as he sat on the chair next to your bed, he rolled up his sleeves and touched your forehead.
He felt the energy flow within his body and through his arms, the light touched your face illuminating your lethargic skin and you drifted off into a deep sleep. Cas saw your wounds closing as if he pressed the rewind button, your skin slowly became the untouched canvas it was and your swollen lips had returned to it’s original size.
He concentrated, searching for further injuries towards your vessel and he sensed your right leg had been fractured completely from the hip to the knee. He sighed and pressed further into your forehead until the mistake had been fixed. After a few moments he removed his hand from yours and noticed the blood on your clothes.
“Dean?” Sam and Dean didn’t leave the room, they heard so much about you from Cas so they felt like they knew you, like you were already family.
“Yeah Cas?” Dean stood up from his chair and walked over to the exhausted angel.
“Can Y/N borrow a shirt and a pair pants from you, please?” Dean nodded with ease, replying with an ‘of course Cas’ before walking off with Sam, leaving you two alone.
“What am I to do with you, little one?” Cas had taken away all traces of blood from your face and hair which made it easier for him to move. He pushed it away from your face and watched you sleep peacefully.
Dean entered with the clothing and set them on the table beside your bed while Sam set a water bottle with it. Cas kissed your forehead and appreciatively smiled at the boys as they walked out the room together, leaving a sleepy angel behind.
LIKE AN HOUR OR SO LATER
Your eyes fluttered open and your body stiffened. You remembered what had happened and you didn’t want to move your body drastically incase you’d get hit with a massive wave of pain. You slowly moved your arms and you felt fine, you moved your head and you felt fine and lastly you moved your legs and you were fine. You unravelled your wings stretching them and they also felt intact, you hummed in pleasure as they unfurled fully, extending themselves fully. You got out of bed and noticed your drenched in blood shirt, you groaned until your eyes landed on the spare clothing beside your bed.
“Fucking sweet” You quickly changed into the shirt noticing it was long enough to cover part of your legs, so you didn’t bother with the pants. You exited the room walking towards the noise of three men chatting. A library suddenly came into your view and you saw a distress Cas sitting with a beer beside him.
“Chill, Cas she’ll be fine” You heard what you thought was Dean, Cas never introduced you to the boys so you guessed what they sounded and looked like.
“Yeah Cassybear, I’m fine” Cas heard your voice and he jumped out of the chair while it scraped the wooden floor of the library. He rushed over to you and enveloped you into a comforting hug. The sudden impact caught you by surprise but you still laughed at your brothers antics.
“Y/N Y/L/N You! young lady have a lot of explaining to do” You were about to talk when you heard someone choke on their beer. You looked behind Cas and saw two brothers gawking at you, Cas turned around and he noticed what they were staring at and he immediately covered your body with his.
“Dammit Y/N. They gave you pants for a reason” You looked down to your legs and wondered what the problem was until you realised you could see your butt perfectly through this shirt. You shrugged your shoulders which earned an annoyed eye roll from Cas. He shrugged off his trenchcoat and made you wear it while he hid your body from the Winchesters. He led you to the library while you tried not to trip in his extremely large coat.
“So Y/N explain!” Cas folded his arms while he sat on the table and you sat on the chair.
“Cas don’t be rude, Hi Y/N i’m Dean and this is my little brother Sam” Dean extended his hand and you gladly took it, he winked at you and Cas coughed loudly, breaking you two apart. You shook Sam’s hands next and Cas stared down at you with his authoritative eyes.
“Okay I swear to dad I thought there were only 14 demons…turns out I miscalculated” You shamefully sighed.
“By how much?” Cas asked
“20” You said and mumbled really quickly which Cas didn’t get.
“How.Much.Y/N” Cas asked yet again.
“Fine 20… I miscalculated by 20 damn demons! Ya happy, flappy?“ You exasperated. The boys eyes widened in shock and Cas got up out of his chair and paced around the room.
“I am going to send them to perdition, then raise them from it only to smite them” Cas’s menacing tone scared you for a second but you ignored that part of you. You got out of your chair and shrugged the annoyingly large coat off of your body and stood next to your dramatic brother.
“Cas… i took care of it. They’re all dead, I swear” Sighing, Cas held you at arms length then kissed your forehead.
“I just want you to be careful, go rest up and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” You smiled and bid the boys goodbye. On the way back you heard Cas yell.
“SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER, DON’T YOU DARE CHECK OUT MY BABY SISTER’S BEHIND OR SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO PERDITION” you smirked and giggled. He may be overprotective but you wouldn’t have it any other way after all you were his fledgling.
I’ve been working on this one for months – before I even started on
these drabbles. It originally was supposed to be one of those OTP
prompts: Person A takes care of Person B when they’re sick. But then I
added the whole arguing turns into shouting “I love you” and all that.
It was difficult because the characters would not cooperate. Writing
Riza as arguing is harder than I anticipated. But when I finally buckled
down and finished it, I realized that it fit this prompt. So here you
go! Long as hell not drabble.
62. A Reason to Quarrel
had been an absolutely horrendous week at the office. Everything that
could possibly go wrong went wrong. Paperwork had been lost; Grumman
(President Grumman) had decided to dump every little problem on top of
his desk; he’d gotten into an argument with General Armstrong (as
usual); and it was raining like mad outside. To top it all off, Hawkeye
had been out sick for an unprecedented three days, which meant that the
entire office was a hazy, unfocused mess.
And it wasn’t like
this day was any worse or any of his subordinates’ faults. But Fuery had
spilled his coffee on Roy’s pants, which normally would’ve been fixed
by Hawkeye conveniently having a spare change of clothes hidden
somewhere, but instead, he’d had to attempt to warm his pants up with
his alchemy. That…hadn’t exactly worked. Then it turned out that Falman
had accidentally eaten his lunch, but he couldn’t eat Falman’s because
he was allergic to some of the ingredients, and he was not about to eat
at the cafeteria. Plus, Havoc’s two day attempt to quit smoking was
driving them all mad.
And so that was how Roy Mustang found
himself slumped back in his chair and arms folded across his chest,
glowering at his subordinates. Fuery coughed. Falman glanced at the clock. Breda kept his head down. Havoc tapped his pencil for the millionth time.
Roy jumped to his feet. “I’m leaving.”
Havoc looked up. “Does that mean…?”
whatever you think is best,” Roy snapped. He didn’t really mean to snap
at his team – he wasn’t particularly mad at them – but he just couldn’t
be around them anymore.
Throwing his coat on as he walked out
the door, he spared none of them an apologetic glance, though he’d feel
the guilt later. All he wanted to do was go home, hide out, and recover
from whatever hell this week had been and hope tomorrow was somehow
better. He couldn’t help but scowl once he opened the door and found it
still pouring. Pulling his coat over his head to hide from the rain, he
ran to his car and sulked inside of it for at least five minutes before
Once he was home, Roy didn’t leave his house for the entire night.
next day, Roy knew what he had to do in order to ensure that this awful
week came to an end. He got ready for work earlier than normal and
drove directly to Hawkeye’s apartment. “Lieutenant?” He knocked on the
door and leaned in close, but could only hear Black Hayate scratching on
the front door. That was odd. Hawkeye never let Black Hayate do
something like that. “Lieutenant, are you there?” Well the light was on,
so she had to be here. She never went on a run without her dog.
Finally, there was some mumbling from inside and the scratching stopped; and then the door opened to reveal his Lieutenant.
looked as if she’d been hit by a bus. Her hair was in a tangled,
sideways ponytail, a much duller blonde than normal, dark circles under
her eyes, shoulders slumped, her uniform halfway on. She looked as if
she hadn’t slept in the days she’d not been at work. “Sir,” she mumbled,
her eyes darting down, stepping back to let him inside and shut the
door behind him. Within that one second, everything he’d been thinking
was shot down the drain and he knew what he had to do.
“Hawkeye…” Roy stopped to look at her more carefully. “Don’t tell me you’re coming in to work today.”
tugged on her uniform, trying to straighten her jacket, but it was a
little impossible since she’d buttoned it up improperly. “Sir, I’ve been
out for three days. I can’t afford to be gone a fourth.”
“And I can’t afford you to get the entire office sick,” Roy countered. “You’re not coming in today or tomorrow.”
looked as if Hawkeye had been struck in the face. “I can’t do that.
Being out an entire week is absurd. There is so much work that needs to
be done. The office…the amount of disarray it’s probably fallen into…”
hey now, give us some credit,” Roy said, feeling slightly offended.
Except that it was completely true. The office had fallen into disarray
without her there to help guide them. They got work done, but it wasn’t
exactly the most organized or productive.
“I’m coming into
work,” Hawkeye stated, standing up straight and looking him dead in the
eye, almost sounding like her regular resolute self – and then she
stumbled and nearly fell into the wall. The only reason she didn’t fall
flat on her face was because Roy leapt forward and grabbed her by the
When she looked up at him, there was almost shame in her
eyes. Roy sighed. She was so stubborn and prideful. The last time he’d
seen her look this bad, she’d been bleeding out of a wound from her
neck. (The was one of the last things he remembered seeing before his
eyesight had been taken away from him for a period of time on that
fateful day.) He forced himself to soften and steel himself at the same
time. There was only one way to negotiate with a woman of this caliber.
I know you’re concerned about not holding up our end of our deal,” Roy
told her, leaning slightly forward to look her in the eyes, “but you’ve
done more than enough. You need the rest. I’d rather have your best work
than your half-assed, sick work.” He smiled crookedly at her. “C’mon,
lay down. I’ll make you some soup or something. Sick people like soup,
Hawkeye jerked herself out of his grip, nearly
stumbling again, and then meandered over to her couch where she
collapsed. Black Hayate jumped onto the couch with her, snuggling up
against her and whimpering, as if he knew she was sick but also knew he
could do nothing to help her. “I don’t need your help,” she mumbled,
refusing to look at him. “Now that you’ve sentenced me to home
“Well that’s a little dramatic,” Roy huffed.
“You can leave. I’m fine.”
Roy folded his arms across his chest. “You know, you don’t have to do everything on your own, right?”
“I don’t need you to take care of me, General,” Hawkeye practically bit out.
“Then don’t think of it as me taking care of you,” Roy replied. “I’m trying to help you.”
Hawkeye rolled her eyes. “That’s a first.”
first, Roy wasn’t quite sure he heard what he did. He tilted his head
towards her, as if that would help him hear what she’d said in the past,
and then gave her a rather offended look. “Excuse me?” Hawkeye didn’t
respond, wouldn’t even look at him, so he stepped closer to her. “I
don’t think I heard you correctly because I have damn well helped you
“Yes, sir. I misspoke.”
That just irritated
him even further. She was closing in on herself, just like she always
did. She never let anyone in anymore, not even him. After the Promised
Day, he’d thought that maybe they could be more honest with each other,
more open, just as he’d secretly hoped for so many years, but instead
she’d shut him out even further. It had wounded him more than he liked
to admit. But now he was more than a little bothered.
don’t think you misspoke,” Roy said, advancing on her. “I think you
don’t remember – or you don’t want to remember. Do you recall what I did
for you in the Ishval desert? Because I can assure you: I do. And I
didn’t want to, but you asked me – you pleaded with me – and I still
have nightmares about your screams. I still wonder if I could’ve carried
you faster to the medical tent. I still wish that I’d never agreed to
take your father’s alchemy from you after his funeral. But you asked for
my help, and I gave it.”
“I remember.” Hawkeye looked down at
her hands, a hint of shame in her eyes. “Of course I remember.” She
took a deep breath. “And that is why I don’t need your help anymore.
I’ve already asked too much of you.”
Now she was giving him
exactly what he wanted – but that only frustrated him even further for
some reason. Roy groaned and threw his hands up in the air, like he was
done with her, but he couldn’t be done with her. This was the problem
with Riza Hawkeye. She was such a damn good subordinate. She knew him in
and out, knew what he needed, knew what he wanted, and so she was able
to manipulate him in ways he usually didn’t notice. Except sometimes he
did and it bothered him. It was like she was on autopilot with him at
times, and he didn’t want that. He missed the times when their
interactions seemed effortless and natural, not automatic and
“You’re absolutely impossible.”
Hawkeye gave him an almost confused look. “I don’t know what you want me to say, sir.”
“First, stop calling me ‘sir’.”
General.” She did that on purpose. It was something she did when they
were children whenever he asked her not to call him ‘Mister’ or anything
like that. Even now that they were adults, they were stuck with titles
to call each other by.
“And definitely don’t call me ‘General’.”
else?” Hawkeye asked him, sounding suspiciously sarcastic. He could
hear the ‘sir’ tacked on at the end even though she didn’t say the word.
“Or are you done playing the hero?”
Roy narrowed his eyes at her. “Can you just let me be here for you for once? As more than your boss? As your friend?”
you didn’t originally come here to convince me to come back to work?”
Hawkeye raised an eyebrow. This caused Roy to halt, just for a second,
but it was enough for even a sick Hawkeye to catch him. Nearly nothing
escaped her. He’d rather hoped that her being so sick would cause her to
not be so sharp. She lowered her head, looking more wounded than angry.
“Of course. You can leave now.”
Roy rubbed his mouth. He’d
been an idiot and one hell of a jerk, but he couldn’t back down now. He
didn’t want her to feel this way. “I’m not leaving.”
She didn’t look up at him. “I was being selfish and I am truly sorry about that, but I know—”
you don’t know,” Hawkeye interrupted, standing up suddenly. It was too
quick and she almost fell again, but she practically shoved him away
from her when he went to help her. “Stop it! Just leave, please.”
not leaving until I know you’re okay – or you’re at least in bed,” Roy
snapped back. “You’re going to run yourself ragged at this rate.”
“Well, your magical visit cured me. Hurrah. I’m fine. You can leave now.”
Roy blinked back in surprise at her viciousness. “You are not fine. You’re far from fine. You look like hell.”
scoffed. “You sure know how to compliment a lady. No wonder you get all
those dates.” Before he could even respond to that remark, which
sounded bitter than anything else, she waved a hand in the air. “I don’t
care. Make me a soup, tuck me into bed, read me a story – do whatever
you have to do to fulfill your hero complex, so you’ll leave me alone.”
“I’m not trying to fulfill some complex!” Roy shouted. “I’m worried about you! I love you, for God’s sake!”
fell over the room, smothering the both of them, as they stared back at
one another. Hawkeye wavered in her stance and the urge to help her
swelled in his chest, but she’d pushed him away the last time. Even
worse, he didn’t know if he could move even if he wanted to. His
proclamation settled over them in a slow, horrified manner, time ticking
by both slowly and far too fast.
But he did love her though. He’d loved her for years.
precious subordinate. His precious woman. He could’ve sneered at those
words used against him, like the homunculi and such knew exactly what
she meant to him, like he had known the extant as well. She had been
precious to him since they were teenagers, laughing and bright, unaware
of what the future held for them. And he had known that he cared for her
as more than a superior officer cared for his subordinate. He was
fonder of her than any person should be of his adjutant. But he always
tacked on the fact that he’d known her for so many years as an excuse.
she’d nearly died and she alone convinced him to hold himself back from
human transmutation, and he’d realized right then and there that he
loved her. Resolutely. With everything in his soul.
But it was
one thing to know that and another to know that he could do nothing
about it, especially as he watched her pull away from him in an attempt
to remain professional. Something had changed between them during that
time, something he couldn’t ignore or fight, and so she’d done the only
thing she could do to protect him. She’d stepped back from him. She had
done what he couldn’t do, even now.
Roy placed his face in his
hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” This was normally where she
stepped in. If he started to cross the line between them, she stepped
back, apologized even when he was at fault, and then they moved on. But
he couldn’t do that anymore. Gods, he didn’t want to fight it anymore.
“You shouldn’t say things like that, sir,” Riza said in a quiet voice, looking down at the floor. “It’s dangerous.”
true,” Roy countered, pulling his hands away. He’d seen Truth, hadn’t
he? And when he’d been dragged through his gate and every bit of the
world had been buried into his mind, she had been the last thing he’d
seen. She had been in everything. Holding her hand out to him, smiling
at him, so loving and knowledgeable. She was the truth now. “I love you.
I’ve loved you for years and didn’t even know it. I almost witnessed
you die without telling you that. How can you stand to follow a coward
“You’re not a coward,” Riza snapped, and this time,
when she faltered, she didn’t shove him away when he moved to help her.
She placed a hand on his arm to steady herself, leaning into him. How
had he ever thought to convince her to come to work today? This was
supposed to have been a simple visit. And now, here he was, laying
himself bear to her. He was such a selfish idiot. “You’re the strongest
man I know. And sometimes… Sometimes being strong means being able to
ignore what you want for the greater good of others. I’ve always admired
that about you.”
Roy smiled wryly. “Admired.”
Riza looked up at him, even through her sickness, he saw a gentleness
that only he seemed to know that she was capable of. “Loved. I’ve always
loved that about you.”
Truly it was regretful that she was
sick because all he wanted to do was kiss her in this moment. Her
grandfather certainly would have approved, and he was the one in control
of everything, including the fraternization laws. Instead, he leaned
his forehead against hers, noting how hot and sweaty she was. It didn’t
matter. She was still the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and he
still loved her.
“Will you please go back to bed?” Roy asked.
Sighing, Riza pulled away from him. “You still won’t let that go.”
only natural that I worry about you,” Roy pointed out. He worried about
her twice as much since the Promised Day, though he never told her
that. He’d been too careless with her. His worry about his subordinates
had spiked after what had happened to Havoc in the Fifth Laboratory, but
for some reason, his worries hadn’t fully extended to her, as if his
mind simply hadn’t been able to comprehend something happening to her.
Now though, he knew it was only too simple to lose her, and he was
terrified about that.
Riza bit her lip and then nodded her
head, allowing him to guide her back to her bedroom. “You weren’t…” She
closed her eyes, her shoulder slumping.
He didn’t need her to
finish her statement to know what she was meaning to say. Quite frankly,
he felt a little insulted that she would even insinuate it, much less
say it out loud. “No, I didn’t say that to merely win this argument or
goad you into doing anything.” When she opened her eyes and looked at
him, she at least had the decency to look embarrassed and slightly
ashamed of herself. “Everything on this world be damned, I love you,
Riza Hawkeye, and I have for quite some time. You’ll have to forgive me
for that, I’m afraid.”
Her chest rose slowly, steadily, as she
looked at him, but he could tell that she was having a difficult time
breathing, and it wasn’t from her being sick. He didn’t need for her to
say the words back to him. He’d long ago figured out that she didn’t
speak most of what she meant. The most important words, the things
closest to her heart, she kept in her eyes and never said aloud, and so
he’d learned to see her in that way. His heart warmed under her soft,
open gaze. This was her way of protecting herself and him, and he could
By the time he had her changed into her pajamas
and back in bed, promises of not seeing her at work for the next day
days, Roy felt strangely lighter, despite the fact that he would be
forced to face the office without her. It was the complete opposite of
his intent upon coming here this morning, but things felt better than
ever before. After all, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t see her in the next
two days. She was his precious subordinate. He needed to come back so
that he could check that she was okay. Only they had to know the truth
behind his reason.
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