Your Dark Promise

Chapter 17

Dean's p.o.v

Dean felt his whole body relax to this. At least when it came to Castiel, Sammy would be safe. "Thank you." He said following Castiel out of the shower. He moved for his closet, but Dean caught his hand, "Sit and let me at least bandage you up."

Castiel rolled his eyes, "I really am fine."

"I don't want you bleeding all over me and the bed all night." Dean said as he sat him down on the side of the tub.

"Thought you'd might like it if I did bleed out in the night." Castiel said, staring over him as Dean was opening and closing different drawers, pulling out supplies.

Dean paused on the third drawer, staring into it at that razor. "Dean?" He heard behind him. Dean quickly closed the drawer as casually as he could, opening another and pulling out some medical tape and gauze. He returned to Castiel with everything, sitting behind him on the tub. He was sure to be careful with his hands as he taped down gauze to all the cuts he had. He turned Castiel to face him. There weren't as many wounds or bruises on his front, but he patched up what few he did have.

Once he was done, he looked his work over, looking to Castiel, "All fixed up."

Castiel was looking him over intently. He simply leaned over and kissed Dean on the cheek before standing and going to his closet.

Castiel's p.o.v

After he got dressed, Cas made his way back to the bathroom and opened the third drawer that Dean had seemed to pause at. He looked inside that drawer like the answer to everything laid within it. When Castiel opened it, he saw nothing of note really, a comb, some nail trimmers, tweezers, and then he saw the razor. He pulled it out, holding it in his hands, looking it over. He flicked it open and tested his thumb against the blade. It was well sharpened.

He put this in the pocket to his pajama bottoms and made his way to the bedroom. "How is my little puppy getting along here?" He asked, running a hand over Dean's collar as he made to sit beside him. Dean just gives him an odd glance.

"You mean when I'm not being drugged? I guess alright, feeling a little cagey and bored." He brought his head to his hand, leaning into it still facing Cas.

Cas nodded to this, "Well, maybe if you continue being a good boy, then I'll let you out more. You did well in the lobby the other day. Besides the little altercation you started, maybe if you can keep your hands to yourself, you can do that again."

Dean gave a nod before positioning himself down in the covers facing away from him, "Better than nothing." He muttered as he turned out the light next to him.

Castiel rolled into his back, a little perturbed that he had a shirt on but he still massaged and kissed at his shoulders, running one hand over his front gently running a finger over what he was now used to being an area that was always soft.

"And what were you thinking about doing with this pet?" Cas said quietly in Dean's ear as he flicked open the razor from his pocket bringing it to the side of Dean's neck just above the collar, pressing it ever so slightly in the soft spot there just over his jugular.

Dean went rigid in his arms at the feeling, apparently recognizing it for what it was. "What? Nothing!" He said quickly, trying to pull away from Cas, pressing the blade into his skin more.

"Then why were you looking at it for so long in there?" Cas said with his unnervingly casual tone.

"N-no reason." Dean answered, a thin line of blood appearing under the razor.

"Need you to do better than that, sweetheart. My feelings are a little hurt over here thinking up why you would be interested in this." Cas refused to move the blade as Dean kept trying to get away from it.