After the End

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: Just a TW that there is a homophobic slur in this chapter

Also, smut warning :)

Dean woke the next morning to the smell of strong coffee filling his nose. He took a moment to open his eyes and adjust to the sunlight pouring through his window, suddenly struck by the pain in his arm due to the events of yesterday. He groaned, cradling his arm as he forced himself to sit up, looking around the room. Cas was nowhere to be seen, but there was a plate of breakfast and a cup of coffee on the bedside table.

After scarfing down the plate of food, Dean worked through the pain in his arm and started undressing himself. The pants were easy, but when he tried to slip off his shirt, as gentle as possible, it still felt like something was stabbing him in the arm. He cried out in pain, giving up as he stumbled back towards the bed, flopping down with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He thought he might just lay there all day, until Cas came bursting into the room with a worried look on his face. Dean knew it was an inappropriate time to admire how hot the angel looked in his tight black slacks, button up shirt with the sleeves up to his elbows, and that blue tie to match his eyes. He knew that his arm was bleeding profusely and that the pain was making him see spots in his eyes, but damn, he'd gotten really lucky.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Cas demanded, walking closer until he was hovering over Dean, eyes raking over Dean's body. Suddenly, his hands were prodding everywhere but the problem area, smoothing over Dean's chest, soothing him until his breathing returned to almost normal.

"My arm," Dean mumbled, his head spinning from the pain. "Yesterday, I- there was a werewolf and it attacked me before I could kill it, so I kinda fucked up my arm again," he explained, trying to figure out if he was imagining the angry look on Cas' face. He was an idiot and Cas knew that, so was he really surprised?

"Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?" Cas sighed, visibly frustrated as he grabbed Dean's good arm and yanked him up off the bed. Dean let himself be manhandled as Cas changed him out of his shirt from yesterday. It hurt like hell, but Dean let him do it anyways. Cas was gentle as possible, a guilty look washing over his features as Dean winced and cried out when the pain became unbearable.

"I was- I w- focused on m-more important things," Dean answered, once he could kind of talk again, though even that took a lot of strength. He was starting to feel a little dizzy, so he grabbed Cas to hold onto, wrapping his arm around the angel's shoulders.

Cas' cheeks flushed red for a moment as he stared at Dean in a bit of shock. Eventually, he shook his head, wrapping his arm around Dean's waist to support his weight. "Let's get you to Charlie," he said, dragging Dean towards the door. Dean didn't argue, mostly because he didn't have the energy. Dean was just glad Sam and Jack were already gone when Cas dragged his ass out the door onto the sidewalk.

As soon as they made it through the door, Charlie was asking a million questions that only made Dean's head spin faster. The girl talked a million miles per hour on a normal day, so when she was worried, that frantic tone in her voice made her words come flying out of her mouth even faster. "What the hell happened?" she eventually settled on, effectively glaring at Dean to make him feel small. She helped Cas get Dean into the other room with the beds and Dean all but threw himself onto the mattress before he could pass out from standing any longer. Charlie began poking and prodding at him and Dean was too disoriented to stop her. The only thing he was aware of was Cas' hand in his own. That, and the pain.

"He fought a werewolf last night and neglected to tell me until this morning," Cas said, probably glaring at Dean, but Dean was too busy closing his eyes to push down the nausea. "His arm was injured again."