Collection of Destiel

Let Me Help

Prompt from anon: Dean and Cas fluffy shower scene AU

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“I don’t want to.” Cas growled as he collapsed face first onto the motel bed after making no attempt to catch himself. The hunt had been a wear on them both, and now all Cas wanted was to close his eyes and let sleep take him hostage.

Dean rolled his eyes as he started to shuck off the bloody clothes that now clung grossly to his skin. “You are filthy, Cas, and I ain’t gonna cuddle you if you don’t get your ass in the shower.”

“Deaaaaaaan.” Cas grumbled as he lazily rolled onto his back and stared up at his hunter with the best puppy dog eyes he had learned from Sam.

Years of having a younger brother made Dean a stone when faced with the infamous puppy dog eyes. “Cas, get your ass in that shower before I drag you by your hair kicking and screaming.”

Letting out a soft sigh of distaste, Cas managed to get himself back on his feet. But he let his shoulders noticeably slouch as he pushed past Dean and walked into the small shared bathroom. He could barely keep his eyes open as his trembling fingers started to unbutton the flannel Dean had lent him. Soon warm fingers grasped over his and Cas could feel a beating chest press up against his back to steady him.

“Let me help.” Dean whispered softly against his ear as they worked together to rid Cas of his shirt. “You were amazing on that hunt.” Words of pride dripped from Dean’s mouth. “The way you handled yourself, the way you came to my rescue as if for a moment you thought I couldn’t handle it.”

Cas purred deep in his throat as he felt fingertips skirt along his waist just above his jeans. “Dean.”

“You’d never let anyone hurt me, would you? Never let anyone lay a hand on your man.” Dean kissed tenderly against his angel’s neck as he popped the button on his jeans and let them sink to the floor, boxers included.

Before Cas could lean on him any further, Dean sidestepped toward to the shower nozzle. His hand held tightly to Cas’ arm, never wanting to break contact, as warm water sprayed from the shower head and started to fill the room with a calming mist.

Both men stayed glued to each other as they stepped into the shower. Cas wasted no time turning his back to the water and melting against Dean’s chest with a contented sigh. The hunter smiled warmly as he reached over and grabbed the bottle of body wash. Their breaths matched in tune as Dean started to rub the cool liquid into firm circles along Cas’ back. Feeling out all the knots and rubbing them away. Dean should’ve been cold, being as that Cas was in direct line of the water, but the scolding touch of Cas’ chest against his kept him peaceful.

“You know I love you, don’t you?” Dean dipped his neck and kissed Cas’ shoulder as his hands started to knead down into his lover’s lower back. “You know that I would do anything for you.”

“Yes, Dean.” Cas’ voice was low and almost gone.

The hunter hummed against his chest and kissed again and again to his angel’s precious body. A few bruises were splattered along Cas’ arms. Dean frowned but maneuvered his hands up and started to softly coax the soap over the areas where the skin was still tan. Nothing compared to taking care of his angel, not even killing demons could calm him in quite the same way.

“You’re so beautiful, Cas.”

The angel moaned softly and nuzzled his nose into Dean’s neck. Cas lightly pressed his lips to the spot on Dean’s neck where his pulse was lightly drumming. “I love you, Dean.”

Soap slipped from Cas’ body and foamed around their feet. Dean cradled Cas’ head and lightly raked his fingers through the dampened hair. The angel purred again, still too drowsy to really use his voice. But Dean was fine with that, he loved when he had Cas against him and he got to take care of him. He loved the simple act of washing off the dirt and grime, making Cas beautiful again.

Afraid the water would turn cold before the two were clean, Dean snaked his arm around Cas’ torso and took a handful of the shampoo. “Close your eyes, angel.” On command Cas’ eyes scrunched shut. Dean smiled again, smiling more than he had in a very long time, and started to lather the suds into Cas’ mess of hair. His fingers kneaded and dug into the scalp. He playfully stuck up the ends and laughed internally to himself about how adorable Cas was like this.

“Take a step back, angel.” Both men clumsily shifted back against the spray of water and soon Cas’ hair was flattened down over his neck and forehead. Dean made sure to run his fingers through it again and get out all the hidden soap suds. When it was gone, Dean didn’t say anything. He pulled back and watched with breathless awe as the water trickled perfectly down the lines of his angel’s face. Cas stood motionless, with his arms still wrapped firmly around Dean’s waist.

“Are you done, yet?” A little inpatient whine left Cas’ lips. “I’m tired, Dean.”

“I know, angel. We’re done.” Dean bent at his knees and turned off the shower. Silence filled the bathroom. “Am I going to have to dry you off, too?”

“You didn’t get clean.”

“I’ll get clean later. You need to get to bed.”

Both men stayed firmly beside each other as they fumbled out of the tub. Dean grabbed a warm fluffy towel and lightly tossed it over Cas’ head. Working fast, he pressed down and rubbed circles on top of the wet mop of hair. Cas let out a small squeak to which Dean snorted lightly.

“I love you, Cas.” Without pulling the towel away, Dean lifted just the hem and bent down to chastely kiss his angel.

“You tell me every day, Dean.” Cas let out a soft yawn and leaned against Dean a little harder. “I’m so tired.”

“Fuck it.” Dean muttered as he tossed the towel aside and gripped tightly to Cas’ hand. He led them stumbling toward the bed and pushed Cas down. Still completely soaked, Dean crawled in against his angel and cuddled him closely to his chest.

“Dean, we need to-“

“Shush.” He placed a soft kiss against Cas’ temple and shifted them closer. Their legs tangled together as Dean reached down and pulled the discarded comforter over their bodies. “We’ll deal with it in the morning. Go to sleep, angel, I promise to be here when you wake up.”

Cas hummed and wiggled himself back against Dean. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. Sleep.” The hunter turned slightly over and clicked off the lamp. In darkness, he ran his hands protectively over Cas’ bruised body and closed his eyes against the world outside.