“No, I don’t want to.” Dean wines.
“Dean, you fainted. I need to check your blood sugar.” Cas explains, leaving no room for argument.
“But what if it breaks huh? That things spring loaded, what if it gets stuck?” Dean’s working himself up so Cas gently holds his hand steady.
“Look at me, it’s not going to get stuck okay?” Before Dean can react, he’s heard the click and the small sting of the needle in his finger. He tries to pull away but Cas grip is firm. He grabs the machine from beside him, letting a small drop of blood soak into the test strip. “There we go, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Cas says as he wipes the blood, placing a small bandage over Dean’s finger to cover the pinprick wound.
Dean’s pouting, a small tear welling in his eye. “I can feel my heartbeat in my finger.” He looks up at Cas, pout still on his face.
Cas lets out a little chuckle as he lifts the younger man’s finger to his lips and places a gentle kiss over the bandaid.