being sick (Dean/Castiel)
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cashayTitle: being sick
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cashay
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~1161
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: Dean has to take care of an ill Castiel. both humans!AU
Notes: no beta and I'm tired so sorry for any mistakes!
Written as a belated birthday present forbballgirl3022 Happy birthday sweetie =)
Dean hated it when Castiel was sick. Especially because he was a horrible person to take care of when being ill. He had already been annoying before enrolling in med school but since then it really sucked. Castiel second guessed every thing his doctor ordered him to take or do.
Which wouldn't be too bad but what really got Dean to go crazy was the constant nagging comments on everything Dean did. Whether he cooked a soup or tried to get Castiel to drink tea, the medical student always had a snarky reply about everything Dean did.
It was hard not to snap back but Dean knew that Castiel was only lashing out because he felt like utter crap. He already felt shitty enough without Dean bringing to his attention just how much of a jerk he was when being ill.
That didn't mean that he didn't feel like strangling Castiel when the other male laughed at him for buying some cough syrup that was - at least in Castiel's eyes - ineffective. Yes, it was really, really hard not to tell Castiel to go fuck himself but Dean managed. Sam would be proud – not that Dean was ever going to tell Sam about this particular part of his relationship with Castiel.
“Cas... Just take it please?” Dean rubbed his hand over his face in a tired gesture. He was working his full time job as a security advisor for some small companies and was going to evening school to get a better degree and thus maybe a better job one day. Add that to hardly sleeping in the nights because Castiel was coughing even while taking cough suppressant and Dean found it understandable that he wasn't in a good mood.
“No.” his boyfriend didn't seem to want to cooperate at all today which made this suck even more. “You know this stuff is useless.”
Dean just growled, a thing which he normally didn't do, at leas t not when talking to Castiel and tossed the medicine on the bed where the other man was laying. “Fine, then don't!” he snapped, his foul mood showing clearly. “I'm making dinner. Anything I should know because you wont eat it?”
Castiel looked shocked but Dean ignored him as he stalked out of the room into the kitchen. His anger didn't last for long though. He was too tired to be angry and he knew Castiel didn't mean to hurt him or be bitchy.
It was just evidence of how bad he felt that he needed to lash out, normally Castiel was someone who would keep everything in and not let it show when he felt bad. That wasn't good either and Dean really wished Castiel would for once strike a balance.
When he stood at the stove he heard the taps of naked feet as Castiel entered the kitchen. Dean turned around to glare at Castiel for not having socks and slippers on his feet. He sighed as he saw the unsure look on his boyfriend's face, knowing that Castiel felt insecure because Dean had practically yelled at him.
“Sit down Cas.” Dean asked with a soft voice and to his surprise Castiel really did what he was told, still looking miserable. With a low hum Dean knelt down in front of Castiel, taking his socks off to put them on his boyfriend's feet.
Yes maybe he was a doting mother hen but hey as long as Sam wouldn't see it that was okay. Castiel on the other hand looked a bit embarrassed by his actions but he didn't protest which was good. Dean really didn't want to argue anymore.
He stood up again, going back to the soup he was cooking for dinner. Castiel kept quite the whole time just watching him but that was okay, he was good with the silence.
When the soup was ready he helped Castiel to settle on the couch, refusing to let him help with getting the dinner into the living room. Dean was relieved when he was able to sit down on the sofa himself and closed his eyes for a moment, happy that he didn't need to do anything for now.
He felt a warm hand stroking his cheek and smiled as he pressed against it. Another down side of Castiel being ill was that he normally wasn't very physical during that time and Dean missed the contact.
“Dean?” he heard Castiel's voice and forced himself to open his eyes to look at the other man. “Hm?” Dean was never a man of big words and even less so when he was tired.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry.” The insecurity in Castiel's voice was almost heart breaking and Dean suddenly felt very guilty for his outbreak. He knew how insecure Castiel was after that bastard Balthazar. He really should have kept his temper under control no matter his lack of sleep or his exhaustion.
He turned around, pulling Castiel towards him until the older man was snuggled against him. He carded his hands through Castiel's hair before he kissed the forehead of the man he loved. “It's 'kay Cas you didn't make me angry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you.”
A surprised yelp escaped him when he suddenly had a lapful of Castiel who pressed flush against him. Dean couldn't stop a smile from appearing on his face as he stroked through Castiel's hair. He planted small kisses on the face of his boyfriend, enjoying the intimacy between them. “You can be a bitch when you're ill.”
Castiel blushed but nodded at those soft words, sneaking his arms around Dean. “I know. And I'm sorry. I shouldn't...” Dean put a finger on Castiel's mouth shaking his head slightly. “Stop right there Cas. I've been a bitch too. Me being tired is no excuse for that. Stop apologizing. It's fine.”
Castiel still didn't look very convinced which led to Dean tugging him close in for a hungry kiss. At first Castiel resisted, the worries about Dean getting sick were practically audible but it didn't take long for him to melt against him. They kissed until Castiel had to come up for air which was sadly rather sooner than later since Castiel still had problems breathing.
“I love you.” Castiel whispered with flushed cheeks as he nuzzled closer to Dean, laying his head on his shoulder. Dean smiled and tightened his embrace, looking down at Castiel as he stroked his back. “And I love you.” He could feel Castiel practically lightening up and he wasn't sure if it was sad or cute how easily he could make Castiel happy.
“And now I'm gonna feed you that soup.” Castiel didn't even try to protest which actually surprised Dean but made him happy too. Instead Castiel gave the bowl of soup to him, grinning shyly like he had done on their first date. Yeah, some things about Cas just never changed. Dean loved it.
Author:
cashay Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~1161
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: Dean has to take care of an ill Castiel. both humans!AU
Notes: no beta and I'm tired so sorry for any mistakes!
Written as a belated birthday present for
bballgirl3022 Happy birthday sweetie =)Dean hated it when Castiel was sick. Especially because he was a horrible person to take care of when being ill. He had already been annoying before enrolling in med school but since then it really sucked. Castiel second guessed every thing his doctor ordered him to take or do.
Which wouldn't be too bad but what really got Dean to go crazy was the constant nagging comments on everything Dean did. Whether he cooked a soup or tried to get Castiel to drink tea, the medical student always had a snarky reply about everything Dean did.
It was hard not to snap back but Dean knew that Castiel was only lashing out because he felt like utter crap. He already felt shitty enough without Dean bringing to his attention just how much of a jerk he was when being ill.
That didn't mean that he didn't feel like strangling Castiel when the other male laughed at him for buying some cough syrup that was - at least in Castiel's eyes - ineffective. Yes, it was really, really hard not to tell Castiel to go fuck himself but Dean managed. Sam would be proud – not that Dean was ever going to tell Sam about this particular part of his relationship with Castiel.
“Cas... Just take it please?” Dean rubbed his hand over his face in a tired gesture. He was working his full time job as a security advisor for some small companies and was going to evening school to get a better degree and thus maybe a better job one day. Add that to hardly sleeping in the nights because Castiel was coughing even while taking cough suppressant and Dean found it understandable that he wasn't in a good mood.
“No.” his boyfriend didn't seem to want to cooperate at all today which made this suck even more. “You know this stuff is useless.”
Dean just growled, a thing which he normally didn't do, at leas t not when talking to Castiel and tossed the medicine on the bed where the other man was laying. “Fine, then don't!” he snapped, his foul mood showing clearly. “I'm making dinner. Anything I should know because you wont eat it?”
Castiel looked shocked but Dean ignored him as he stalked out of the room into the kitchen. His anger didn't last for long though. He was too tired to be angry and he knew Castiel didn't mean to hurt him or be bitchy.
It was just evidence of how bad he felt that he needed to lash out, normally Castiel was someone who would keep everything in and not let it show when he felt bad. That wasn't good either and Dean really wished Castiel would for once strike a balance.
When he stood at the stove he heard the taps of naked feet as Castiel entered the kitchen. Dean turned around to glare at Castiel for not having socks and slippers on his feet. He sighed as he saw the unsure look on his boyfriend's face, knowing that Castiel felt insecure because Dean had practically yelled at him.
“Sit down Cas.” Dean asked with a soft voice and to his surprise Castiel really did what he was told, still looking miserable. With a low hum Dean knelt down in front of Castiel, taking his socks off to put them on his boyfriend's feet.
Yes maybe he was a doting mother hen but hey as long as Sam wouldn't see it that was okay. Castiel on the other hand looked a bit embarrassed by his actions but he didn't protest which was good. Dean really didn't want to argue anymore.
He stood up again, going back to the soup he was cooking for dinner. Castiel kept quite the whole time just watching him but that was okay, he was good with the silence.
When the soup was ready he helped Castiel to settle on the couch, refusing to let him help with getting the dinner into the living room. Dean was relieved when he was able to sit down on the sofa himself and closed his eyes for a moment, happy that he didn't need to do anything for now.
He felt a warm hand stroking his cheek and smiled as he pressed against it. Another down side of Castiel being ill was that he normally wasn't very physical during that time and Dean missed the contact.
“Dean?” he heard Castiel's voice and forced himself to open his eyes to look at the other man. “Hm?” Dean was never a man of big words and even less so when he was tired.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry.” The insecurity in Castiel's voice was almost heart breaking and Dean suddenly felt very guilty for his outbreak. He knew how insecure Castiel was after that bastard Balthazar. He really should have kept his temper under control no matter his lack of sleep or his exhaustion.
He turned around, pulling Castiel towards him until the older man was snuggled against him. He carded his hands through Castiel's hair before he kissed the forehead of the man he loved. “It's 'kay Cas you didn't make me angry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you.”
A surprised yelp escaped him when he suddenly had a lapful of Castiel who pressed flush against him. Dean couldn't stop a smile from appearing on his face as he stroked through Castiel's hair. He planted small kisses on the face of his boyfriend, enjoying the intimacy between them. “You can be a bitch when you're ill.”
Castiel blushed but nodded at those soft words, sneaking his arms around Dean. “I know. And I'm sorry. I shouldn't...” Dean put a finger on Castiel's mouth shaking his head slightly. “Stop right there Cas. I've been a bitch too. Me being tired is no excuse for that. Stop apologizing. It's fine.”
Castiel still didn't look very convinced which led to Dean tugging him close in for a hungry kiss. At first Castiel resisted, the worries about Dean getting sick were practically audible but it didn't take long for him to melt against him. They kissed until Castiel had to come up for air which was sadly rather sooner than later since Castiel still had problems breathing.
“I love you.” Castiel whispered with flushed cheeks as he nuzzled closer to Dean, laying his head on his shoulder. Dean smiled and tightened his embrace, looking down at Castiel as he stroked his back. “And I love you.” He could feel Castiel practically lightening up and he wasn't sure if it was sad or cute how easily he could make Castiel happy.
“And now I'm gonna feed you that soup.” Castiel didn't even try to protest which actually surprised Dean but made him happy too. Instead Castiel gave the bowl of soup to him, grinning shyly like he had done on their first date. Yeah, some things about Cas just never changed. Dean loved it.
