Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

From Hell part 2(Casles)

Stiles heard the door slam and knew he was in trouble.

"Where is he?" Cas' voice demanded.

"In here," Dean lead the way into the living room where Stiles was laid up. A large gash was sloppily wrapped in gauze.

"Stiles Winchester, what were you thinking?" Cas demanded as he stalked in behind Dean.

Stiles let out a heavy sigh.

"You could have been killed," Cas snapped when Stiles didn't respond.

"I'm sorry," Stiles knew charging at the demons was risky, but it was the distraction they needed to take the shot at Lucifer.

"Sorry? You're sorry?" Cas looked murderous, "You could have died. You know what happens if you die? Michael knows where you are, and then he has you. I shielded you from heaven to keep you from him and you pull a reckless stunt like this?"

"You got blasted away, we needed another distraction," Stiles snapped.

"Not. You." Cas growled.

"Can you heal him, please?" Dean spoke worriedly from behind Cas.

The angel reached down and lifted Stiles' shirt. He pulled back the gauze to see the deep cut. He laid his hand gently over the wound.

Stiles felt the warmth spread over him. Being healed by Cas wasn't something he'd ever get used to.

"You have to be more careful, Stiles," Cas said with a new softness to his tone.

"I will," Stiles nodded as Cas pulled his shirt back down.

"I don't want to lose you," Cas was frowning as he spoke.

Stiles' heart leapt at Cas' words. He knew they were meant in a friendly manner but it still excited him to hear.

-

Cas pulled away from Stiles too soon, but he knew lingering would only make Stiles suspicious. The angel had been worried when Dean called him. Stiles had been hurt. He ran headfirst into a swarm of demons. Cas had grown to care for Stiles more than he intended to. Since he pulled him from hell Cas had been drawn to Stiles in a way he hadn't been able to explain. The way he pieced Stiles' soul back together with his own grace had left a mark on Cas as well as Stiles' shoulder. But it was unethical. He knew Stiles didn't return his feelings, and he wasn't even certain what it was he felt for Stiles. He had referred to it as a profound bond once, but that didn't quite express the way the hunter effected Cas.

-

"Why would an angel rescue me from hell?" Stiles scoffed at the angel.

"Good things do happen, Stiles," Cas said gently.

"Not in my experience," Stiles sneered.

"What's the matter?" Cas had thought Stiles would be more relieved to learn an angel had rescued him and not some random demon using him as a puppet. Then it clicked, "You don't think you deserve to be saved."

Stiles clenched his jaw.

Cas had seen the pain and anger when he stitched Stiles back together, but he had hoped his resurrection would alter his self-worth. It hadn't.

-

"When are you going to understand that you're important? And I don't mean your part in the ending of the world," Cas spoke with a slight frown.

Stiles didn't respond, his eyes steady on his hands.

"You're important to your brothers and to me," Cas wished he could make Stiles understand, but he was too stubborn to see what Cas saw.

"Maybe I don't want to be important," Stiles responded, his voice low.

Stiles had always hated the pressure put on him. He was a year younger than Dean, but their father treated him the same as he did Dean. They had been soldiers and their only job was to protect others and look out for Sam. Stiles didn't resent his younger brother, but he did resent his dad.

"I wish you felt differently," Cas hated to see Stiles so hard on himself, it hurt.

At that moment Bobby stepped into the room. Dean had apparently left at some point.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but we have a potential lead. A fellow hunter knows about a weapon that might be able to help."

"Great, where is it?" Stiles asked sitting up, he felt much better after Cas' healing.

"California, a small town called Beacon Hills," Bobby answered.

"Sound familiar," Stiles frowned.

"I'll go with you," Cas offered. He wasn't in any hurry to let Stiles out of his sight.

"You're gonna have to fight Dean on that one," Stiles stood.

"I think you and Cas should go, I'll stay here with Bobby," Dean said glancing between the hunter and the angel.

Stiles raised a curious brow at his older brother, sure he was only a year younger than Dean but that didn't change the fact that Dean treated him like he did Sam.

"Cas'll look after you," Dean nodded at the angel.

"And what about Sam?" Stiles asked.

"He took the ford, he went to meet up with Ash, try to get something else we can work with," Dean explained.

"Okay, we'll take my mustang," Stiles nodded, "Let me get my bag."

Cas watched as Stiles disappeared up stairs.

"You should tell him how you feel," Dean said when he was sure Stiles was out of earshot.

"And how do I feel exactly?" Cas asked looking at the oldest Winchester.

"Well I don't much about angels and human emotions, but I'd say you're in love with that boy," Bobby piped in.

"It's obvious," Dean nodded, "You worry about him in a way you don't worry about us."

"I worry about all of you, Dean," Cas frowned.

"Not like you do with him," Dean smiled at the angel.

Cas frowned. Was it love? He knew it was something strong, but love?

"Stiles will likely not feel the same way, I'm an angel after all," Cas said carefully.

"My brother cares about you a lot, you'd be surprised." Dean gave the angel a wink as Stiles came back down the stairs.

"Ready, Cas?"

Cas watched as Stiles said his goodbyes to Dean and Bobby. The feeling he got when watching Stiles could very well have been love. He'd never experienced it before. Perhaps on their trip, he'd be able to figure his feelings out more. And maybe Dean would be right and Stiles felt the same way.

(Request for McKenzieBrock, hope it's okay)