Happy Destiel day to all of you. ❤
Here, have some love from Dean to Cas, because this is something that we all crave lately, and that canon SPN always seems to be lacking.
motel room was dark, and the temperature was lower than Dean would’ve liked it
to be. He turned on the tiny lamp on the nightstand, so that he could properly
examine the angel that he had forced down on the shabby motel bed just now,
after taking off aforementioned angel’s coat and shoes.
glaring at Dean through eyelids that were already drooping, but those blue eyes
still had some fight left in them, giving Dean that look that was clearly
attempting to communicate the words ‘I am
ignored it as he pulled the blankets over Castiel. When he was done he
hesitated, but ended up sitting down on the edge of the bed. There was nothing
to worry about; since they apparently were going to need three beds instead of two
tonight, Sam had decided to book an extra room for himself, meaning that he
wouldn’t be there to witness anything that Dean thought could be interpreted as
this is necessary, Dean…” Cas objected, voice slurry, trying to get up but
failing due to a lack of strength. “I’m an angel… I’m already… healing as we
his eyes as he placed a hand on Cas’ shoulder, holding him down. Dean was all
too familiar with this, this came right out of the Dean Winchester handbook…
Pretending that all was fine. Not letting others care, even when desperately
craving some comfort.
know you’re healing.” Dean agreed as he watched the blood that was drying on
Cas’ face. “But I also know that you need to get a few hours of sleep, because
you look like shit. No offence.”
sleep.” Cas protested, even as blue eyes slowly fluttered closed again, his own
body proving him wrong.
sighed, tiredly shaking his head.
you don’t.” He mocked his friend as he heard how Castiel’s breathing was
already beginning to even out.
A few more
heartbeats, and the angel was fast asleep. Dean knew that this was his cue to
move away and get some sleep as well, but his eyes seemed to be glued to Cas’
sleeping form. Cas looked so much younger, like the world hadn’t taken its toll
on him. Like he wasn’t an angel who’d been soldiering on for millennia, never
once catching a break. The sight was rare, and if Dean was going to be honest
with himself, it was also some kind of beautiful. Cas was some kind of beautiful.
And so Dean
stayed there, watching, losing track
of time, not even knowing why he did it. His hand never strayed from Cas’
shoulder, not until Cas suddenly called out a soft “Dean” into the semi-darkness.
checked, Cas’ eyes were still firmly closed. Sleep talking then. Dean couldn’t
do anything but revel in the knowledge that this celestial being was apparently
dreaming about him. He smiled despite
his exhaustion, his hand unconsciously moving to gently brush Cas’ hair out of
here.” Dean whispered, smile wavering as his mind unexpectedly filled itself with
possible images of the many times when the situation had been reversed. “I’ll watch over you, Cas.”