Falling - SPN - Destiel - PG

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Falling

Fandom – Supernatural

Rating – pg

Pairing – Destiel aka Dean/Castiel

Disclaimer – I do not own any of the characters, I only own the copy write.

Summary – Cas helps Dean patch up after a particularly hard hunt.

A/N – This story is for Jensencollinspadaleki who wanted a Destiel fic with some hurt/comfort thrown in. J I ‘m sorry sex didn’t happen in this fic. My muse was in the mood for Cute Destiel fic and I do hope I succeeded in that.

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So – this is how it’s like. Castiel thought as he dragged Dean away from the burning house. The Revenge seeking ghost had been rather harder than Dean had thought; he figured it’d be a neat, nice, and small first time hunt for Cas. Because sometimes Sam didn’t think a hunt was worth it, or even existed. And sometimes Dean needed time away from Sam. And when either of those happened, Dean showed up at the gas station and got Cas to help him after hours. That left Dean to do most of the pre-work, and mostly it worked out.

 

Two months ago had been a salt and burn just because Dean was in the neighborhood and before that there was some Angel thing, but being a former Angel he still remembered Enochian and was able to give Dean the spell he needed to take care of his Angel problem. That’d been over the cell phone so that was okay. But dragging Dean out of a burning house, while the ghost screamed and railed inside as its home base was burnt to the ground, was a little too much.

 

He hadn’t experience such fear for Dean since Purgatory and he never wanted to again; this came a little close to that but as soon as he had Dean in the passenger seat and he put Baby into drive, he felt a little better; Dean was just bleeding, he wasn’t dead. That is a blessing. He sent a quick thanks to wherever his Father was residing and hoped God would hear, even though he wouldn’t come. But, maybe that was God’s plan all along. Maybe the Angels had to grow up and figure shit out for their own good. Sometimes Parents had to step away and just let their kids mess stuff up and learn without help.

 

Still. It’d be nice if God checked in every once in a while.

 

Cas slowly merged onto the highway, towards Kansas. It’d take a couple of hours but Dean would probably feel better at the Bunker instead of at a Hotel room. The Bunker is Dean’s home and he is very happy there. He was happy to show off his room to Cas when he was newly human. Sam’s room was a little on the barren side; but Sam was different. He was softer than Dean and cared freely. That was never Sam’s weakness though, nor was each other a weakness. They’d grown up together; they knew how each fought, and both would go after the other no matter at what cost. Dean had proved that time and time again.

 

Cas didn’t really think the Brother’s had a weakness, except maybe not researching enough, asking the right questions and making sure that what they thought was going on, really actually was reality and not just in their heads. They’d mistaken one creature for another plenty of times that maybe they’d pick up on this thing of theirs. Take, today, for example. If Dean had done a little bit more research, maybe the house wouldn’t have gotten set on fire, and maybe Dean wouldn’t be lying unconscious in the passenger seat while Cas carefully drove them back to the Bunker.

 

Cas though, felt a little happy for it. This meant that he could spend more time with Dean. He really did miss him. And he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He may never have another chance to take care of Dean and so he was going to make the best of it and treasure the memory forever.

 

~*~

 

Dean felt as if he’d been blown over by a tornado; his ribs hurt, his face hurt, it was hard to breathe, so possibly cracked ribs at best. But he hadn’t gotten impaled on anything so that was definitely a plus. The rumble of the Impala is a comfort. At least he isn’t waking up in a bad situation. Though…he wasn’t driving so…

 

“Cas?” he grumbled, his throat dry so it came out a little on the squeaky side but he ignored it.

 

“Dean? Are you okay?” Cas asked gently, trying not to be too loud as he talked. Dean moved in the seat a little to find a better, far more comfortable position. He felt as if he’d been folded up into himself like a piece of paper into an envelope.

 

“That’s good,” Cas replied. “We’re almost to the Bunker, you’ve been asleep for a little over two hours.”

 

Dean wasn’t even worried about that; “Who taught you how to drive?”

 

“No one.” Cas replied.

 

“WHAT!?” that helped Dean wake up. Cas wasn’t startled by the outburst and Dean suddenly moving to check that they were in the right lane; Cas rolled his eyes.

 

“Dean, just because I’m human now doesn’t mean that I lost all of the knowledge I had while I was an Angel. I wasn’t taught to drive, I just know how too because that’s how Father made me.” He explained patiently.

“Oh…” Dean muttered lamely and subsided to lean against door.

 

“What happened?”

 

“We got rid of the ghost but the house got caught on fire, you fell through the floor and I dragged you out. You may have cracked ribs, but since you’re not throwing up blood I’m sure it’s not too bad. And maybe burns, but we won’t know till we get to the Bunker and see for ourselves. It was too dark to make out anything more than that.” Cas reported faithfully.

 

“I meant, what about you?” Dean asked.

 

Cas rolled his eyes again but held back a sigh; “I’m all right. Dean, you’re the one who fell through the floor.”

 

“So you said.”

 

“That’s right, now go back to sleep, we’ll be at the Bunker it another thirty minutes if you haven’t changed the clock on the dash board.”

 

Dean nodded. He didn’t succumb to sleep though. He wasn’t so sure about Cas’ explanation of how he knows how to drive, but, watching him spent the time well in his opinion.

 

~*~

It’s past midnight when they finally arrive at the Bunker; the doors to the garage open on their own, as if by magic, welcoming it’s people home. And as soon as Cas has Baby inside, and he moves the lever into Park, the doors close blocking out the night and anything dangerous that could be near enough to disturb them.

 

“I bet Sam is still gone,” Dean says as he slowly opens his door.

 

“Why has he left? Did you two get into a fight again?” Cas asked. He levered himself out as well, he made sure to close the door gently so as to not jar Baby. Dean shrugged. “not really a fight, no.”

 

“What happened?” Cas asked, he didn’t like it when Sam and Dean fought. It made them weak. It made them doubt themselves and it took forever to get the tow of them two work things out.

 

“Remember when the Angels first fell?” Dean asked. He walked slowly through the garage to the main living space of the Bunker; Cas following at his heels.

 

“I was newly Human,” Cas reminded him.

 

“I didn’t know that. So I prayed to any Angel that I could; well, one of them showed up but he was gonna kill me and Zeke saved me. But, he was injured and Sam was going to die. So….we tricked Sam into saying “yes” to Zeke so he could poses Sam. The trials really did a number on him. And Zeke’s helped me a lot since then. He….didn’t want you to stay. He thought that if you stayed here that the Angel’s would find the Bunker and….I wanted you to stay.”

 

He and Cas now stood in the kitchen, beer in hand and Cas listening intently. Dean felt dizzy suddenly and had to sit down on a bar stool before he fell down. Cas sighed and decided that digging around the fridge was a better use of his time.

 

“I finally told Sam, and so he stormed out,” Dean finished.

 

“While I think that Ezekiel is right, because he is about me staying at the Bunker with all of Heaven’s warrior’s looking for me. It was wrong of you to lie to your brother.”

 

“I know,” Dean pouted.

 

“You two are only strong together, when you are apart and fighting, that is your weakest moments, especially when one or both of your are lying to each other. Sam should have known from the start,” Cas continued as if Dean had never spoken.

 

“For a Human you can do the guilt trip thing pretty well,”

 

“Whom do you think taught the Catholics?” Cas asked. He turned away from the fridge with things for a sandwich in hand. He kicked the door shut and dumped the things on the counter.

 

“I’ll make sandwiches,” Cas didn’t need to say it, but Dean nodded anyway. He watched in silence while Cas went about making the food. He toasted the bread, spread some mustard on it afterwards and the piled on the sliced cheese and salami. It took him a moment to cut the tomatoes and lettuce. He put the unused food back in the fridge and then grabbed the milk. He poured two huge glasses.

 

He pushed a plate and glass at Dean. “Ezekiel won’t let anything happen to Sam.”

 

“I know,” Dean sighed. He didn’t feel like eating but Cas had gone to some trouble to make it so he took a big bite. And then he couldn’t stop eating. He was very hungry and the sandwich is well made. He didn’t know where Cas had acquired these super sandwich-making skills, but Dean appreciated them nonetheless.

 

Once done. Cas cleaned up the kitchen. He was at Dean’s side when they moved the party to Dean’s bedroom; it was as neat as ever and Dean sighed as he collapsed onto the bed. He moaned a bit, but if it was in pain or happiness is up to interpretation. Cas found the first aid kit in the closet and also he got a towel and a washcloth. Dean is practically out of it while Cas quietly and carefully peels the dirty clothes off Dean. Everything is a pile on the floor; he decides to wait until he is finished bandaging Dean up to put the clothes in the hamper like Dean prefers.

 

Dean can hardly keep his eyes open; he hers the sound of running water and seconds later the sensation of cool water sliding across his skin makes him sigh again. The washcloth is the softest cotton he could find at the local Wal-Mart and Cas must have found some soap because he can smell lavender and while it’s not a strong scent, it’s enough to make him feel safe. Mom, he remembers, always smelled of lavender. And that’s what made him buy the soap in the first place. Cas slowly runs the washcloth about his body, not in a perverted way. Or a way that makes Dean feel threatened. It’s gentle, it’s loving….it’s….

 

“Dean?”

 

“Hmmmm?”

 

“Would you mind much if I kissed you?”

 

Dean didn’t even give it a thought. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at Cas.

 

“I’d love if you’d kiss me,” he whispered. And Cas sat on his knees by the bed, frozen because he was sure Dean would have punched him. Dean moved so that Cas had room. And with the cleaning forgotten, Cas abandoned the cloth on the floor and climbed up beside Dean.

 

They latched on, as if it were their first and last kiss in the world; Cas hadn’t known how soft Dean’s lips actually were until he got to kiss them; The sensation at first is butterfly soft, and then Dean deepens the kiss and sometimes their teeth knocked against each others. Cas moans but does his best not to push Dean too much, his ribs are sore and having intercourse would just make his condition worse.

 

And finally, after was seems like an eternity, they part, breathing hard. Dean is clutching an arm around his chest and Cas maneuvers to a sitting position. “I think you’ll benefit from a bath, Dean.”

 

“There’s a hot tub by the pool,” Dean replies, “it’s not a bath tub but maybe it’ll do.”

 

“This place really does have everything,” Cas chuckled. He got to his feet and grabbed Dean’s robe before helping his very best friend to sit on the edge of the bed.

 

“Cas…?” Dean did his best to put the robe on himself even though Cas had to help him a bit. His injuries weren’t that bad but if Cas felt useful by helping than Dean wasn’t going to complain. Cas always did lack a coping mechanism.

 

“If you want to stay….you can. I’ll for it.” Dean said, softly, afraid that Cas would reject the idea. Citing that it wasn’t safe. Cas sat on the bed next to him and threw an arm over his shoulders.

 

“I’d like that,” he said. Because sleeping in the storage room in the back of the gas station was a bit much. Even though he liked his job, he’d much rather be with Dean.

 

“Okay, let’s go see abut that hot tub, I think you’d like it,” Dean grinned and Cas felt his heart flutter.

 

Maybe, this is how Human’s fall in love….he thought as Dean rambled on about what exactly a hot tub was, unheeding the mess Cas had made in his bedroom as he dragged the former Angel down the hallway and to a stair case.

 

THE END