Destiel Oneshots

3- King of Pain Pt. 1

A/N: Obviously, this is inspired by the textpost :)   -Jordan

Even before Cas fell, Dean's own feelings for the man were starting to get in his own way. On hunts, he would occasionally find himself worrying about the Angel just a little to much or sliding him one too many glances.

It was even harder after the Angel fell from Heaven.

When Cas became human, Dean was naturally expected to teach him how to be human. Their quirks and their mannerisms as well as the daily functions the humans are expected to know how to handle.

We start the story when Castiel first woke up as a human.

As soon as Cas figured out his brain had turned itself off, he sat bolt upright in bed, disturbing the perfectly white duvet covering his body. Castiel looked at himself, at his hands, his bare chest and began to panic.

His body was covered in tiny bumps and his skin felt both numb and in pain simultaneously. He felt a strange pressure below his stomach and a shooting pain in his stomach. 

"Dean!" He called, fear conquering his voice. On the other side of the wall, he could hear the light sound of socked feet hitting the floor as Dean quickly ran to his door.

"Cas!" Dean's face slid into a smile until he registered the look on his friend's face. It then fell into a frown. "Cas, what's wrong?" He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed gazing worriedly into the ex-angel's electric blue eyes.

"Dean," Cas repeated in a quieter tone this time. "I don't know what's wrong. My skin hurts, my stomach hurts, something's wrong."

Sympathy filled Dean's green eyes and he laid a hand on Cas' exposed bicep (which was surprisingly muscular. "You're cold. Here."

Dean slid off his flannel and guided Cas' arms through the sleeves. Cas was instantly warm, the heat of Dean's skin still on the soft fabric. He could even smell Dean on the garment. The whole effect eased Castiel's nerves a shade.

Dean chuckled lightly to himself, checking out the angel's half covered torso. "Just get you a pair of sunglasses and you could be a clothing model."

"I don't understand..." 

Dean shook his head. "Never mind. So, you said your stomach hurts?"

Cas nodded quickly. "Yes, and there's a strange feeling between my legs."

"Strange how?" Dean asked cautiously, hoping he wouldn't have to explain erections to the fallen Angel so early on.

"There feels like there is a pressure," Cas said it like a question.

"Oh, so you have to pee." Dean almost would have taken the erection over this. Now he'd be forced to take Cas to the restroom, which with his feelings, may be too much to handle. "Hold on, I'll get Sam to help you. I should go find you some clothes. Just sit tight for a moment."

Quickly weaving through the bunkers' hallways, he made his way to Sam's room. After knocking to no reply, he opened the door to find a note on his brother's bed.

Went to the store to get some groceries and first aide supplies. Call me if Cas wakes up while I'm gone! -Sam

Great, Dean thought. If he was getting supplies, he probably wouldn't be back until around noon, town was pretty far away after all.

Resigned, Dean returned to Cas' room to find the man waiting impatiently.

"Come with me," Dean said gruffly and Cas sprang to his side.

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After a slightly (more than slightly) awkward moment, at least in Dean's eyes, they went to the kitchen to get something to eat. 

There seemed to be no food in the bunker at all and Dean was glad Sam was out getting food. Instead of his customary breakfast of bacon, white toast, and coffee, he made them both a pbj sandwich.

He grinned as he watched Cas' eyes roll to the back of his head in ecstasy as he took his first bite. 

"This," Cas referred to the sandwich, his mouth still full, "is the best thing humanity has to offer. I am sure of it."

Dean smirked. "Just wait until you have sex for the first time."

Cas nearly spat out his food. "Dean!"

He only laughed.

They put the dishes away together in silence when they were done eating. Dean showed the man how to wash dishes as he dried them and put them away. Reaching into the soapy he water, he quickly flinched and pulled away, nursing a finger.

"Cut yourself?" Dean asked. 

"Yes, there sees to be a knife in there that I was not aware of." Cas frowned as he watched the crimson liquid flow down his finger and over his wrist.

Dean grabbed a tissue and a Band-Aid and sat at the countertop next to his friend. Cas watched in silence as Dean mopped the blood from his skin and pressed until the blood clotted, giving Cas a play-by-play of how to take care of his own wounds.

Dean discarded the blood covered tissue and looked at the long, pale finger once more. He couldn't help but admire them, they were musicians' hands. And Cas said he didn't play the harp.

Without thinking, Dean pulled Cas' hand to his lips and kissed the torn pad of Cas' finger as light as a feather. He quickly realized what he just did and looked up to the bewildered Castiel.

"It makes the pain go away," he explained. Cas only nodded silently.