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(🖤❤️) bad nights turn good (destiel)

Dean was sound asleep that morning, a small whimper leaving him as he squirmed in bed, the small baggy shirt pulling against him. Castiel walked back into the room and sighed, leaving the angel; he didn't need to sleep. He had no desire or need for it, so he stayed up and watched Dean. The angel froze, though, once he saw the older Winchester squirming on the bed, eyes shut tight, a hand gripping the side of the bed, his chest heaving.

It broke the angel as he quickly walked over and got onto the bed after grabbing his trench coat from the coat hanger; he shook the Winchester gently before he saw the other shoot up screaming. It could barely be made out, but the words were, and no cas could be heard; quickly. The angel wrapped the male in his trench coat and held him close. Sam ran into the room, hearing Dean screaming. It woke him; the younger Winchester quickly had the elder.

Castiel held the dean close. The angel worried as dean clang to Castiel, and Sam didn't mind this at all, knowing he most likely needed it. Castiel grabbed onto deans shoulder where the handprint scar was, and he allowed some grace to transfer to the other male. "Breath Dean.. you need to breathe for me. Sam and I are here." Sam nodded, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Dean, please breathe." Dean gasped for air, screaming into the angel's chest; the grave did nothing compared to the sheer pain. Sam sighed, knowing what was going on, flashbacks. Dean didn't think it, but Sam knew the signs of C-PTSD. Unfortunately, the physical sickness along with mental was a sign.

Dean looked pale and nauseated by minute 3, entirely normal for the younger having to deal with this often though this worried Castiel. "Dean.. dean, what's going on? Do you feel sick?" Castiel asked. Humans don't usually get sick like this, so what's happening? The angel's thought comes to mind as he grabs the elder Winchester some water. Dean winced and tried to reach for Castiel, but Sam laid him back, kneeling by the bed he kept and handed on his brother's shoulder. "Relax, dean.. don't think about that nightmare. Think about cas.." Sam said. "I'll be right back, alright?"

Sam said before going to Castiel. "Isn't there anything you can do?" Sam said, leaning against the doorway. "Like what besides the normal protocol," Castiel answered as he got Dean to the bottle of water and a slice of pie if he felt like it. "Like.. like your grace-" "Sam, you know I can't use it all the time, especially on humans. They won't be made to handle that type of thing. It can be deadly. I already used my grace yesterday on him. He needs at least another four hours, but I even give him the smallest amount." The statement was lengthy, but Castiel had to make a point. "So we wait the hours?! Cas he's scar-" "you think I don't know that, Sam?" 

The angel asked in a stern tone. "I-" "No, Sam. We're focusing on the normal protocol, get me blankets, pillows, and a shirt, and then head back to me." The angel ordered, getting the slice of pie and water and walking to Dean. He set down the pie and sat by Dean, a sigh leaving the angel as he saw Dean rocking himself. "Hey, I got you some water to help. Just breathe for me." Castiel reassured, giving Dean the bottle; cas watched as he drank it before leaning against the angel's chest. Sam soon came back. He knew what to do, so he spread the blankets and pillows. The younger Winchester gave Castiel the shirt he had gotten. Castiel thanked Sam.

Dean relaxed somewhat as he held onto the other his mind was at war at the time, but he had some peace. Castiel noticed the male had fallen asleep. Dean woke up early the following day to hear water running; Castiel walked out and looked at Dean. "I've decided I'm gonna take care of you, Dean." Did Dean seem confused for a minute? Why? It was the only thought in his mind, though. Before he knew it, Castiel was helping him to the bathroom sitting him on the side of the tub. Castiel helped dean with his clothes, first his shirt; he asked the male to lift his arms; this caused something new in the Winchester. It was so off it was a headspace. He felt utterly vulnerable to the other and not even in the wrong way.

He couldn't place a finger on it though he didn't mind. "Come on. Dean, lift." The angel encouraged, knowing exactly what was going on with Dean; the male lifted his arms off, allowing the other to take off his shirt and help with his pants. Once in the bathtub, Dean practically passed out, leaning on the side of the tub. Castiel gently raked his fingers through the Winchesters' dark hair. "There you go, dean.." He mattered.