Supernatural Imagines (Requests Accepted)

Playing Doctor (Castiel X Reader 9)

Imagine helping Castiel out with some human problems. 

You were sitting on your bed just flipping through a magazine and admiring all the different celebrities in it. Muttering something every now and then about how hot they were. You just marveled at how easy their lives seemed; a hunter's life was never easy and it really sucked to be honest. But you would not have ever really imagined yourself doing anything different because of how hunting tore your family into shreads, leaving you with Sam and Dean. 

Castiel walked into your room, holding his arm and he looked like he was fighting back tears. You quickly got up and went over to Cas, asking, "what is going on?" 

"I got hurt, my arm hurts and so does most of my body. I got attacked by other angels." He said with exhaustion laced heavily in his voice. 

"Here, sit down on my bed. I'll help you get cleaned up." You said helping him sit down before you left the room to go grab a wet wash cloth. You went into the bathroom, digging through your drawers before finally finding a little green wash cloth. You ran the cloth under cold water and put a little soap on it before heading back into your room. Castiel was still sitting there quietly on your bed, waiting for you to come back. You came over by Cas, trying to see where his wounds were. 

"Can I see where you are bleeding?" You asked polietly. He nodded and proceeded to remove his shirt. Your eyes roamed all over his torso, seeing bruises and cuts all scattered across him like he was a punching bag. It tore you apart to see him like this, but you knew you had to help him out. 

"This is going to hurt Cas, but this will help make sure that you won't get infected." You added before lightly pressing the cloth to his wounds. He groaned out in pain a little bit, and you just tried to not focus on that. You were trying to focus on cleaning up his chest, lord knew if he had more cuts on the rest of his body. 

You could see that his stolen grace was fading fast and he was becoming more human. And he did not know how to deal with these new survival skills or necessities in order to live. You believed that he was going to come to you more about this, so you were preparing for the worst. 

After you cleaned up a couple of wounds and the water had dried, you applied bandages to them. "Now, don't take these bandages off till tomorrow or the day after that. Okay?" You said looking him in the eyes as you kept cleaning. 

"Yes, but why?" He said cocking his head. 

"These willl help close up the wound faster and help heal faster. Your body is already trying to heal the wounds, but these bandages have a special little pad on it that helps close the wound." You instructed him. His face started to light up like he caught what you meant. 

"Does anywhere else hurt?" You asked. You felt like you were proding him with all of this, but it was in efforts to help him. 

"My back does, but I don't think it is bleeding." He said. You looked behind him and saw more bruises on his back, your main thought was that 'the poor guy really took a beating'. You got up and cleaned up all the wrappers from the bandages, tossing them in the trash. You gave him a look that basically told him to stay put before you left the room. You walked all the way back to the bathroom again, now you were rummaging the drug cupboard for pain killers. Once you found them, you grabbed the bottle and then headed off to the kitchen. You made sure to get a glass of water and an ice pack for the bruises. 

You came back into the room, with all the stuff in hand and Cas was still sitting there. You admired his calm paitence now, a few people would not sit still when they are hurt at all. You set the water down on the table, along with the pain killers and then said," the glass of water is to help swallow the pills. The pills will help kill the pain for a bit, but before the pills kick in I have an ice pack for you so it will help numb the pain too."  You handed him the ice pack first and he set it on his leg. Then you twisted open the bottle, handing him two pills as he grabbed the glass of water. He swallowed the pills and took some water to go with it. 

"Are you hungry at all? I could fix something up for you quick if you would like me to." You mothered. 

"I am fine {Y/N}, it is really late at night, I would just like to sleep." He chuckled. 

"Okay, why don't you take my bed and I'll go sleep on the couch." 

"You can sleep next to me, I will make sure that nothing happens." 

"Oh okay, would you like something to sleep in? I know they might not fit you right, but I think I do have a pair of guy's flannel pajama pants." 

"You really don't have to do this." 

"I know I don't, but I just want to get your stuff washed for you, since it is covered in blood." You said before digging through your drawers to find a pair of pants for Cas. You found them and laid them beside him, he got up to take his pants off, you turned away. You threw his shirt in your laundry basket of clothes that needed to be washed. By the time you turned around you saw him in the pants you handed him and you grabbed the pants before heading off to the washroom. You threw in a load of wash and took out the stuff in the dryer. You figured out it was a load of Dean's, setting his clothes in a empty basket and taking with you so you could put it in his room. You opened his door a little bit and set the basket right by the door, then you headed off to your room. By the time you got back in the room, Cas was snuggled up in your bed. You smiled at him right before crawling in on the other side of the bed.