Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

Human Cas- destiel

⚠️smut warning⚠️

Cas is human again. He hates it, doesn't realize how weak he actually is, but tries to stay strong. Even now, after a hunt, when he is obviously in pain.

"Cas cmon, show me where it hurts." Dean says, driving back to the motel they're staying at.

Cas refuses. He doesn't want to show that he's weak, especially not to Dean.

"Cas, don't make me stop the car and make you show me." Dean says, using an authority tone.

Cas sighs and lifts up his shirt, showing Dean the deep cut about two inches above his pant line.

"Cas dammit, that needs stitches." Dean says, speeding up and getting back to the motel quickly.

Once they get there, Dean sits Cas down on the bed and Dean gets his first aid kit out. He gets everything necessary and sees Cas grimace at the sight of everything.

"Cas it's okay, it will hurt, I won't lie, but it's a lot better than you bleeding for hours until it closes." Dean reassures. "I've done this plenty of times, don't worry." He adds as Cas pulls off his shirt.

"Okay.. just don't tell me when you're going to start." Cas says nervously. He's never really been in pain like this before. How does Dean and Sam handle it?

"Okay. But first, I'm gonna put some alcohol on it to clean it. It will burn like hell but no infections. If it gets too bad, squeeze my hand as hard as you need." Dean says, grabbing Cas' hand and some random liquor bottle.

He pours the liquor straight into Cas' cut and Dean winces as his hand is squeezed insanely tight. Cas groans and then Dean puts a washcloth to the cut. "I'm sorry, that's the worst of it." Dean says, pulling his hand back. He grabs all that's needed for the stitches and then tells Cas to look away.

Cas complies and Dean starts, threading the needle through Cas' skin. Cas groans and lays on his back on the bed. He puts his hands over his face and tries to muffle the noises he's making.

Dean continues the stitches. He knows that Cas is in pain but dammit if he said he wasn't hot, he'd be lying. Cas laid back, spread out on the bed, groaning, his abs very very visible and so close to Dean, his chest and arms fully out in the open...

"Okay Cas, almost done." Dean says, pushing the needle through his best friends skin one last time before tying off the string. "God, I'm sorry Cas, I know that hurt." Dean says, putting his hands on Cas' sides.

Cas breathes and looks up at Dean and down to his hands. "Shit- sorry Cas." Dean says, taking his hands back, realizing what he's doing.

"No- uh.. it's okay. It makes the pain go away somewhat... it's nice." Cas says, sitting up and bringing Dean's hands back to his sides.

Dean looks at Cas lovingly and moves one hand around to his abs. "God Cas, you're ripped. Like actually buff. How does that even correlate?!" Dean asks and Cas chuckles lowly.

"I do workout Dean." Cas says simply and Dean looks taken aback.

"You do?" He asks.

"Yeah." Cas replies.

"Well damn, that makes a lot more sense." Dean says, moving his hands back to Cas' sides. He slowly moves his body forward until he is straddling Cas' lap. Cas looks nervous but puts his hands around Dean's waist anyways.

Cas slowly pushes Dean's shirt up and off while Dean is staring into Cas' eyes. Suddenly, it's like someone cut the tension with a knife and the two launch at each other, kissing roughly and lovingly.