In the ER he fights the nurse putting an iv into his arm. It takes her three tries, and in the end Dean has to hold him down.
He actually growls at the doctor who examines him. The doctor, a young blonde, actually laughs. “I know it hurts,” she says sympathetically, “but don’t fret. We’ll get that appendix out in a few hours. And you’ll heal up from the surgery in a week or so.” Cas only glares.
When the orderly tells Cas he can’t have a drink of water because he’ll be in surgery in less than an hour, Cas actually says, “Fuck you.” Dean shakes his head in wonder. Sam snorts.
In pre-op a nurse gives Cas something “for your nerves, dear.” When she pats his shoulder Cas tries to smack her hand away, but the drugs have already begun to slow his movements. He opens his mouth to speak–almost certainly to say something rude–but all that comes out is a grunt. “That’s better,” she says sweetly. Dean can’t hold in his laughter. Thankfully Cas is already asleep.
After the surgery–a successful surgery–Cas is groggy and sweet, and Dean kisses his fingertips and tells him he’ll feel better soon. He tries the same thing a few hours later, when Cas is more awake. Cas jerks his hand away and pointedly stares at the wall. Dean sighs.
Cas’s attitude does not improve when Sam and Dean bring him home the next day. The bed is uncomfortable. His pillow is too soft. His feet are cold. He wants chicken noodle soup, and all they have is minestrone. His stitches itch. There is nothing–nothing!–worth watching on Netflix.
Dean kills Cas with kindness. He brings extra pillows, a pair of thick socks. He sends Sam–who is ever so thankful to get away from the scratchy Cas–to town for more soup. When Cas slams the laptop shut in disgust, Dean walks to one of Cas’s bookshelves, finds his copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, and settles carefully on his half of the bed to read aloud. Charlie would approve, he thinks.
Dean is nearly done with chapter two–‘I will help you bear this burden, as long as it is yours to bear..’–when Cas says softly, “How do you do it?”
Dean’s heart leaps; this sounds like his Cas. He treads carefully, says lightly, “What, read this long without losing my voice? I used to read to Sam when we were kids, ‘til he got too smart and wanted to do everything by himself.” Dean grins.
Cas looks at his hands, bites his lower lip. “How do you deal with your body doing things you can’t control?”
Something breaks inside Dean’s chest. “Oh Cas,” he says, carefully pulling the fallen angel into his arms, “it’s–that’s humanity. I’m so sorry. It sounds ridiculous, but you’ll get used to it. And I’ll always be here, okay?” Cas’s breath hitches and Dean can feel the tears soaking through his t-shirt.
“We’ll get through this. I promise. In a few weeks we’ll start working out again, and pretty soon you won’t even think about it.” Dean rubs small, easy circles on Cas’s back. “We’ll have you beheading vampires in no time.”
Cas laughs softly. “Ow,” he groans. “Please don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”
Dean smiles as he kisses Cas’s temple and settles him back onto his pillows. “Okay, angel. Rest. Heal.” He picks up the book. “Back to Middle Earth?”
Cas nods and closes his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “Friends sharing a burden…”
“Hey, Sam,” Dean leans against the counter of the bunker’s kitchen knowing full well that his four-year-old daughter is hiding in the cabinet underneath. “I’m looking for a small human, about three feet tall. She’s been hiding from me all day.”
From inside the cabinet, the little girl stifles a giggle.
“Nope.” Sam plays along. “Haven’t seen her.”
“Oh well. I guess there’s only one place left to look.” Slowly and quietly, Dean crouches in front of the cabinet and opens the door. Reaching one hand inside, he feels around until he finds the now squirming toddler. “Ah-ha!”
I really wanna get back into drawing;;;;;; looooooonnnggggg sighhh ((lies down MUST DRAWW RAWRR
anyway, thanks to you guys who still message me and tag me and ahh it just makes me really happy and it gives me loads of energy to continue <3 I will try to get back to you guys soon and answer my asks((
Have some complimentary headcanons about the living hell that their building is
People playing knock and run for nothing but honour and glory. They have a scoring system and Kirishima is winning from the time he dared to knock on Bakugou’s door.
Sleepovers in the communal room where the entire class just sleeps in a pile with as many pillows and blankets as Momo can provide. Usually after they’ve all been watching movies or binge watching netflix.
People now have the power to go kick Kaminari’s ass at 3am for sending the rarest pepe memes to the class group chat.
Iida wakes up at 6am without any trouble. The rest of the class finds it very unnerving and just not natural. Mina accused him of being a witch.
Stupid truth or dare competitions against class B that ends with Aizawa banning them and posting a list of rules where everyone can see them.
Awful things that came from truth or dare: -Learning that Kaminari thought he could get a girl pregnant by holding her hand, prompting Iida to give him the talk. -Sero downing a jar of pickle juice because he was dared to and then ruining Uraraka’s favourite blanket with neon green vom. -People trading phones and sending stupid texts. Usually confessions and not so innocent propositions. Monoma was never the same after “Bakugou’s” confession about how his loins yearned for him. -”Nobody wants to know about your crush Mineta-” “She’s got lovely juicy huge kn-” *Jiro smothers Mineta with pillows*
Satou is an angel and will go out to buy any of the girls supplies for their periods if they need them. This includes as many chocolaty snacks as he can carry home for them.
“ I can jump that far” “kamINARI N O” -Kaminari as he attempts to jump from his balcony to his neighbors.
Bakugou punched the wall once when he was having a Deku related hissy fit, with the way he angled his fist he ended up sinking his entire forearm into the wall and getting stuck.
Uraraka don’t care how she looks when she’s been woken up at stupid o’clock, by a class president who shall not be named. She just trudges down to the kitchen to get her morning coffee, draped in her blanket before going sitting next to Tsuyu so she can grumble for five mintues.
All Might is weak and brings them all McDonalds when he thinks they’ve all had a bad day, much to Lunch Rushes disdain.
Video game competitions where it’s usually girls v boys and every time the boys are sore losers and say they let the girls win.
As a group the boys are actually decent singers and usually sing along to the radio when they’re having their showers. On occasion the girls will join in on their side. One day the entire campus got to hear class 1A singing Uptown Funk at the top of their lungs and they couldn’t help but applaud.
”Dean?” Cas arrived just inside the motel door to find the room dark except for a dim floor lamp off in a corner. Glancing around at first the room seemed empty, but he noticed on further inspection that there was a huddled silhouette collapsed on the table at the far end of the room. “Sam?” he ventured again.
Cas took a few hesitant steps farther in and quickly realized it was neither Sam nor Dean hunched over the piles of papers and books on the table.
Suggested: ‘Hey there! I’m rlly soft for taeyong rn, could you maybe write a scenario where y'all are friends and are hanging out and watching a movie or smth and taeyong is rlly tired but he still wants to hang out with you and he ends up accidentally falling asleep on you? Like, very fluffy pls’
A/N: It’s still Taeyong’s birthday in some parts of the world… Also, I didn’t go an edit this, I’m honestly nodding off to sleep rn, so I don’t wanna hear any bs about this crap - Admin Finn
Word Count: 459
Taeyong struggled to keep his gaze trained upon the screen, his exhausted gaze dimming with each moment. His gaze flitted to the clock; 1:17 AM. He let the top of the sofa cradle the nape of his neck as he leant back, exposing his lithe neck. Momentarily, he let his lashes flutter, tempted to give into the temptation of slumber. You gasped suddenly, your hand coming down upon his knee as your wide eyes were fixated upon the plasma screen.
He sat up suddenly, worried, untangling his legs from your own.
“She rejected him!” you howled, wincing as the male upon the screen brushed past the beautiful woman.
Letting out a sigh of exasperation, Taeyong resumed his earlier position, letting his head lull to the side gently. He found your shoulder comforting, it’s warmth against his cheek lulling him into slumber. You silently giggled at Taeyong’s actions, your heart racing as you glanced at his serene features. His soft lips were parted slightly, shallow breaths leaving him. Your gaze trailed to his flawless skin before tracing along his exquisite features. A small grin graced your lips before you turned your attention back to the drama unfolding before you.
“Tae,” you chided gently.
You turned to face him, removing your shoulder from beneath his cheek. His figure collapsed into your own, nearly knocking you over. You felt yourself flush as his warm breaths glode over sensitive skin of your neck, making your hair stand on end.
Suddenly, he sat up straight, peering through his half-lidded gaze.
“W-What?” he repeated dumbly, startled by the sudden outburst.
“You fell asleep,” you informed, your gaze flitting to the black screen.
His shoulders sagged forward as his pink tongue darted out to moisten his lips. He murmured to himself incoherently, his gaze wavering as slumber called to him once more.
“I’ll let you sleep over if you want-”
He gave a lazy nod, his glassy gaze following you as you stood from the sofa.
“I’ll get you a pillow and some blankets,” you promised, abandoning him.
Taeyong’s head nodded forward suddenly before he suddenly shot back up, his disheveled pastel hair adding to his precious features. Clumsily, he clamored along the sofa, intent on laying down and stretching out.
“I wasn’t sure how many you’d want-” you began, hugging the pillow and blankets to your chest.
“Tae!” you barked, dumping the blankets on him.
He whined lowly, tired of having his slumber interrupted.
“Use this,” you crooned, coaxing him to lift his head up enough for you to shove the marigold pillow beneath his angelic features, “Or else you’ll hurt your neck…”
Your hands settled upon your hips, a gentle sigh escaping you as you watched him roll over, snuggling into the pillow.
“You better still be here when I wake up,” you chided, mostly to yourself, as he was fast asleep once more.