Pull Me Up (a destiel au fanfic)

chapter 13

I learned within about two hours that Cas was not joking in the slightest about being lightweight. Of course I get that morphine is different than alcohol, but he seemed plastered. He was stumbling around the bunker, falling asleep in random spots, and one time when he talked to Claire and Charlie he laughed so hard he threw up. 

"Cas, come here, we're gonna just watch The Hobbit and try to relax okay?" I asked, waving him over to where I was sitting on my bed. 

He looked up at me from where he was shuffling through a shelf of my things, a snow globe Sam had gotten me when we were kids in his hand. "Tolkien?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Yes, Tolkien wrote the Hobbit."

His whole face lit up and he waddled over, hopping into the bed on my right side. "Okay, Cas, here, lay down," I suggested, guiding him to lay his head on one of my pillows. 

"How can I even look at the movie from down here I wanna watch," he whined, pushing to sit up next to me. 

"Okay, okay," I sighed, pressing play on the remote and leaning back so my head rested on the wall behind the bed. 

"Did you know that JRR Tolkien created the whole world of Middle Earth on his own?" Cas informed me, putting his chin on my shoulder to look at me.

"Yes, I did know that."

"I guess you could say he's pretty Tolkeen," when I looked over to give him a look for making such a stupid pun, but he was wiggling his eyebrows and I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Yeah I guess so," I replied, putting a finger to my lips so he'd be quiet. 

We were barely ten minutes into the movie when he whispered, "Hey, Dean."

"Yeah, Cas?" I sighed, figuring I probably wouldn't be able to watch it. 

"Isn't it weird that there's Gandalf and he's like Jesus," I closed  my eyes and shook my head. "But then, the dwarves are like his disciples."

"No, I don't really think that's related in any way," I said, searching his face. 

"True, I guess it wouldn't be since...since the characters are so gay," he shrugged, his eyelids starting to droop. 

"What? What characters are gay?" I asked, leaning forward to try and see the TV better. 

"Are you kidding? Keele and Peele, first of all," he tried to explain, starting to sway a bit. 

If he throws up in my bed I will kill him. 

"Aren't they, like, brothers?" I asked. 

"I mean... I don't think so. But also Thorin and Bilbo, obviously, Deeeeeean." He rolled his eyes and put his head on my shoulder. 

"Oh, yeah totally," I laughed, putting my arm around him and trying to soothe him so he would fall asleep. 

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"Are you still mad at me for lying about being a therapist?" he whispered groggily. 

I tightened my hold on him slightly and tilted his chin up so he would look at me. "No, Cas, I'm not. I promise." 

"Good," he nodded once and I think he aimed to kiss my mouth but he just sort of pressed his whole face against my chin. I patted his head, not quite sure how to respond to his messy affection. Before even thirty seconds had passed, he'd completely moved on from the subject to say, "Christmas is coming up, you know."

I turned to look at him, where he was clutching my arm and resting his head on my bicep. I caught a glimpse of the stitches quickly, glad that the swelling had gone down. "Yes, I know," I nodded. It was only within the second week of December, but I knew it would be here soon enough.