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The cloud of thick smoke cleared from his mind, and Castiel made soft, breathy noises. His world was still black, but he could feel the cloth bandage that was wrapped and pinned around his head. His head buzzed, and a dull pain throbbed behind his eyes.
Pain is good, He thought.
Pain means you're alive. You survived it. The thoughts rang clear in his head. When the rest of his body came to, he felt Dean's thick fingers woven through his own. His heart settled and Dean squeezed gently, before running his thumb in circles along the back of his hand.
" Hey, " Dean mumbled. Though Cas couldn't see yet, he could hear the smile in the hunters' voice. His thoughts swam, grasping at the idea of finally seeing who he had fallen so easily in love with. In almost less-than-conscious state, he raised a free hand to his bandages. Dean's hand shot up to grab at it and pull it back down to the bed. Keeping a firm hold on it, he pressed it onto the bed and mirrored his other hand, running careful circles along the palms.
" You can't remove the bandages for a week or so, believe me, I asked so many damned questions I'm pretty sure the nurses hate me. Or love me, I can't tell. "
For the next hour or so, Dean made light talk of the surgery, while Cas, under the influence of a thousand types of painkillers to keep the pain in his head at a dull throb, nodded every so often to let Dean know he was listening. Though he did occasionally drift off into a state of drug-induced dreams and delusions that made it difficult for him to decipher them from reality. The dreams were unlike most, he never really saw (a result of his obvious blindness), but always felt and heard. Cas felt Dean's hands travel along the soft skin of his stomach, flat palms traveling slowly as they brushed across his chest and entangled behind Castiel's neck. Castiel trembled, wanting to reach out to Dean only to find his body would not respond. The trembling became less sexual and more out of fear as Dean's thumbs slid back up his neck and pressed deep above Castiel's clavicle. The pads of his thumbs would leave bruises for weeks and his nails drew blood from the sensitive skin, pressing deeper with very minute that passed. The comfortable black that Castiel had become accustomed to seeing was flecked with white spots that flickered in and out of existence. The bed shifted slightly and Dean's weight was added to the frame. It creaked as the hunter placed a knee of either side of a trembling Cas's hips. He could feel a hot, heavy breath on his stomach as Dean's face moved away from his own, but still, his hands kept a tight grip on the neck, blocking most air from escaping or entering. Teeth tore into flesh and ripped, a warm liquid that Cas could assume easily was blood oozed from the bites. They had done something of the type in their time spent in seedy motel beds, but those were gentle nips and lovebites. Dean's teeth felt sharp and burning as they pierced the flesh on the side of Castiel's rib cage. Castiel shook violently, and pleaded internally for Dean to stop, trying his hardest to choke out a few simple words.
" Dean. Please, stop. " He pleaded through baited breaths.
Surprisingly, Dean's voice rang clear in his thoughts. But it was not just his thoughts, but in reality. No longer could he feel lips on his stomach or hands on his neck, but a gentle hand on his face.
" You okay, baby? "
The name was so alien and strange to Cas, hearing it from Dean, who had only called him that a handful of times before. But alas, it soothed him kindly. A bead of sweat dribbled from his forehead, and his chest rose and fell at an irregular pace that brewed a cloud of worry in the pit of Dean's mind as well as in his stomach.
A few days passed and Cas did not sleep, but lay convincingly still to comfort Dean, who eventually got to crawling in beside Cas when the night-nurses were on shift(the nurses of shift during daylight hours were not as accepting of the two). Though he had not experienced another of the night terrors, he flinched at every touch, whether that of Dean, or the nurses who helped care for him. When Dean thought Cas was asleep, he asked one of the doctors why his lover had become so jumpy, and the doctor merely brushed it off as a side effect of the amount of painkillers.
Castiel also blamed his night-terror on the amount of painkillers he had been put on, but a part of him secretly feared something much worse.
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