Tattoos

XI

Dean was in the process of pulling his jeans up when Castiel's eyes fluttered open. He watched as Dean's muscles moved and his shoulder blades came together...and then he noticed his boner.

"Damn boy, you got muscles."

Dean turned around and looked embarrassed, then his expression softened. "Thanks?"

"Let me touch it." Cass said, reaching his arm out.

Dean laughed. "Touch what?"

"Your muscles!"

Dean perked up and eyebrow. "Uh, no."

"Let me touch touch ittttt!" Cass whined, bringing out both arms to try and reach Dean.

"Cass, come on. You're allowed to leave, let's get going."

"Not until you let me touch your muscles."

Castiel huffed. "I need you to let me touch it."

Dean slipped on a shirt.

"Nooooo! Don't hide that beauty from me!" Dean smirked. "You're such an asshole! Take it off!"

"Cass, I really want to leave so let's go." Dean said, pulling Castiel up from his bed. Cass whimpered but nodded, slowly making his way to the bathroom in his room. Dean grinned as Castiel's hospital gown started falling so his ass became just barely visible. When Castiel came out he, somehow, forgot pants, so all he's wearing is a shirt and boxers.

Dean kept his laugh in. "Um...uh, Cass, I think you have forgotten about your pants."

Castiel looked down and his face turned bright red. "Oh...well, this is awesome."

Dean chuckled as Castiel went back in to slip on his skinny jeans, a couple blood stains on them but other than that, they looked the same as yesterday.

Cass had to wait to get his piercings back, which he was irritated about, complaining about how hard of a time they were giving him. Dean stood there, wondering how much longer it is until they get out of there.

After another two minutes to get Castiel out, they were finally sitting in the Impala. Dean listened to the engine purr for a short second and took off, glad to be going home. He would glance over at Cass every so often but Castiel would only stare out his window.

"Fine, Cass. Next time you can touch them."

Castiel turned around with a grin on his face. "Really?!"

"Yes, but I might change my mind, remember that."

Castiel kissed Dean's cheek. "Okay, I'll be extra good" he said, with a smirk.

Dean rolled his eyes and brought his attention back to the road. "So, how are you feeling?"

Cass shrugged. "My face hurts."

Dean felt a pang of guilt. "Car must've hit hard."

"You know, I don't even remember going in a car. The last thing I remember is being with you in the school after Naomi said you could go home and talking to you about something."

Dean gulped. "Well, you passed out on the ride home."

"You drove?" Cass asked, looking at Dean.

"Yeah, you said you were tired so I drove for you."

Cass shrugged. "Well, how are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling great." No, I feel so much guilt about what I did to you, I want to kill myself for it. I can't live with the fact I beat you up enough so you went in the hospital.