Crazy Mind -Destiel-

9- Just Angel Things

"Ah!"

"Cas, stop, stop!"

Castiel's moves his hand away from Dean's chest, frowning. Dean twitches beneath him, his skin has a thin sheen of sweat and his cheeks are flushed a soft pink. Each breath comes out in short harsh pants, his fingers twisting in the bedsheets underneath him. "It hurts." Dean groans, biting down on his lip to try and ground himself.

"I'm sorry Dean but I have to do this or they'll be able to find you."

Dean sighs, his face burning red with exhaustion. Castiel had announced that in order to give them more time he'd need to brand Dean with a protective ward, one that will make him impossible to find. "I thought you said it wouldn't hurt?" He winces, lifting himself onto his elbows and glaring at Castiel. Castiel glares back, his nerves getting the better of him. "It's not supposed to." He snaps, dropping his hands on either side of Dean and sitting back. Dean bites the inside of his cheek trying to swallow down his next spiteful remark.

It's been barely a couple of hours since they argued. Bobby had decided that staying in a motel was the easiest solution. As Dean was still heartbro- upset, damaged and extremely sleep-deprived, driving back to Bobby's in a busted car wasn't an option. And Castiel helpfully announced that him zapping in and out of existence can be tracked so driving an hour and a half to the closest motel was their only option.

So now with Dean laying on old motel sheets with an angel sat in front of him looking like a kicked puppy he's finding it very difficult to stay angry. Dean swallows, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Cas I- don't worry. Keep going it's fine I can do it." Castiel glances up at Dean, the same frown dragging his face down. He gives Dean a look that is just drowned in guilt and looks as if he's almost about to give up on his idea but an encouraging nod from Dean and he slowly raises his hand. Castiel's hand skims over Dean's ribcage, his fingertips tickling his sides and making Dean fidget. Castiel gives him one last look before pressing his hand down in the centre of Dean's ribs a bright blue glow shining from his hand and illuminating both of their faces. Dean instantly winces, his stomach tensing and clenching his teeth in pain. His hands reach for the bedsheets but instead, he is met with the warmth of skin, he glances down at Castiel but the angel is intently watching Dean's stomach apparently unaware of his larger hand wrapped around Dean's. Something warm rushes through Dean as his hand squeezes even tighter around Castiel's, the pain slowly easing.

Then he can see nothing at all. His consciousness is floating through an empty space filled with a thick static. Throughout the inky space, his body floats alongside the watery air. All feeling in his body draining away until finally, all is black.

...

Dean's eyes twitch and squint open, his hand coming up to shield his eyes, rubbing them with the side of his thumb. He groans, a yawn slipping out as he stretches across the bed. Dean wipes the corner of his mouth on his t-shirt squinting his eyes around the room as the sun partially blinds him. He coughs rubbing his chest. Still in the motel. Groggy and confused he sits up and looks around the room. Empty. Okay, so he's alone in the motel room. Dean swallows. "Bobby?"

No one responds. "Cas?" He untucks himself from under the covers and stands up. It's only when the cold air hits him that he regretfully realizes he's only wearing a slightly oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Dean frowns at his own appearance pulling at the shirt to try and save at least a bit of his dignity. So, of course, it's in that moment that Castiel decides to pop in when Dean is half-dressed, pulling at his top like a dress while simultaneously flashing the whole of his lower half.