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blue_bells» Title: The Sign of the Cross
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Mild Spoilers for Season 5
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Dean/Castiel
» Summary: Castiel's left to ensure Dean doesn't die of fever while Sam goes to the drug store.
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comment_fic. I will eventually figure out how to advise I'm filling old prompts once this quarterly comm challenge is over....
Castiel can heal gunshots to the heart, survive knives to his flesh and he can kill demons with gestures in mimicry of absolution.
Once upon a time.
Sam’s gone with the Impala to the drug store and leaves Castiel standing alone by Dean’s bedside.
Dean glares at him even as he shivers through the sweat of his fever, daring Castiel to even allude to his condition lest Dean bring him down. His temperature may be at boiling point and even Castiel can recognise the delirium in his eyes, but he almost believes Dean would find a way.
Dean’s eyes squeeze shut, his chest heaving as he keens, then growls against his own pain and Castiel feels so small because he can only tuck the blankets back up to Dean’s chin.
Sam said it was important to keep him warm and covered, though Castiel thinks he may have misheard Sam because Dean’s melting.
Once upon a time he could have cured this by a touch, a thought, and then Dean would look at him with clear eyes. He does it anyway, smoothing away the sheen of sweat with a dry cloth before he traces Dean’s brow, follows the lines on his forehead creased from so many years of fighting.
That’s when he sees the fridge.
He only steps away a moment, but Dean reacts, breathing harshly, “Sam –“
Castiel wraps the ice pack in the dry cloth and presses it to Dean’s forehead. He almost doesn’t notice the pang in his chest when Dean’s hot breath hits his wrist as he drags in deep breaths of pained relief.
“Ha... ha, God,” Dean winces and Castiel falters before making the sign of the cross through Dean’s sweat on his brow.
Castiel almost chuckles, the sound choking before it finds his lips and he strokes a thumb over Dean's eyelids, “It’s just me.”
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Mild Spoilers for Season 5
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Dean/Castiel
» Summary: Castiel's left to ensure Dean doesn't die of fever while Sam goes to the drug store.
» A/N: Written here for
mariana_oconnor in comment_fic. I will eventually figure out how to advise I'm filling old prompts once this quarterly comm challenge is over....Castiel can heal gunshots to the heart, survive knives to his flesh and he can kill demons with gestures in mimicry of absolution.
Once upon a time.
Sam’s gone with the Impala to the drug store and leaves Castiel standing alone by Dean’s bedside.
Dean glares at him even as he shivers through the sweat of his fever, daring Castiel to even allude to his condition lest Dean bring him down. His temperature may be at boiling point and even Castiel can recognise the delirium in his eyes, but he almost believes Dean would find a way.
Dean’s eyes squeeze shut, his chest heaving as he keens, then growls against his own pain and Castiel feels so small because he can only tuck the blankets back up to Dean’s chin.
Sam said it was important to keep him warm and covered, though Castiel thinks he may have misheard Sam because Dean’s melting.
Once upon a time he could have cured this by a touch, a thought, and then Dean would look at him with clear eyes. He does it anyway, smoothing away the sheen of sweat with a dry cloth before he traces Dean’s brow, follows the lines on his forehead creased from so many years of fighting.
That’s when he sees the fridge.
He only steps away a moment, but Dean reacts, breathing harshly, “Sam –“
Castiel wraps the ice pack in the dry cloth and presses it to Dean’s forehead. He almost doesn’t notice the pang in his chest when Dean’s hot breath hits his wrist as he drags in deep breaths of pained relief.
“Ha... ha, God,” Dean winces and Castiel falters before making the sign of the cross through Dean’s sweat on his brow.
Castiel almost chuckles, the sound choking before it finds his lips and he strokes a thumb over Dean's eyelids, “It’s just me.”
