Destiel One Shots

84.2 Jerk

He had drifted into the wrong lane and was about to collide head on with the car until they both slammed on their brakes, attempting to stop before they crashed.

Tires squealed and rubber burned. But neither car had enough time to stop before ramming into one another. It wasn't as bad as it could've been, but that didn't mean it was good.

They crashed right into each other, the sound of glass shattering right in Dean's ear.

He looked over at Cas, who was unconscious. He was such an idiot. He should've been paying attention to the road.

"Cas?" His voice broke. "Cas!"

Other than a few cuts and bruises, Dean was just fine. But Cas... the force of the crash gave him a bad case of whiplash.

The doctor assured Dean that Cas could easily recover. He just needed to follow a few steps, and he'd be just fine.

Sam quickly arrived at the hospital. He found Dean in Cas's room.

"Dean! Are you guys okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"We're fine, keep your pants on. Cas just has a... a bit of whiplash, that's all."

"Whiplash?"

"Yeah. But the doctor told me that as long as he gets enough physical treatment, he should recover pretty soon."

Sam sighed with relief. "Thank god. What about you? You good?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Physically."

"I have a feeling there's more."

"But... mentally... I'm not so sure."

"What's wrong?"

Dean sighed. "In the car... Cas fell asleep, and he started... talking. I mean, some of the things he said were pretty amusing, but... then... it just sorta... got serious."

"What'd he say, Dean?"

"He said... he was pretty much dead inside. And... that it was my fault." He tried to fight the tears that brimmed his eyelids.

"Dean... I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it."

"I don't know about that, Sammy."

"Just ask him about it when he wakes up. I'm sure it's nothing, you're just overreacting."

"Overreacting. Right."

When Cas awoke, his neck felt like hell. He groaned and looked around until he saw Dean.

"Dean," He muttered. "What happened to me?"

"It's okay, Cas. I'm here for you. You've just got a bit of whiplash, that's all. Your neck is gonna hurt like a bitch, but it'll get better."

"What about you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, man. I'm fine. Cas... what you were saying... in your sleep... in the car... did you-"

"I love you, Dean. I love you more than you could ever know. I have for a very long time. But I've been so scared to admit it to you, to admit it to myself even. But Dean... I. Love. You. Whether I'm afraid to confess it or not. Do you love me?"

Dean smiled and pressed his lips to his angel's. "Does that answer your question?"

Cas was given explicit instructions regarding his physical treatment. Dean, of course, would be there to assist him. He would always be there. He would never leave his angel's side.

Sam insisted on driving, since he didn't really trust Dean behind the wheel at the moment. Dean and Cas sat in the backseat, Dean giving his angel a neck massage.

"That feel good?" Dean asked.

"Yes. It helps with the stiffness."

"One of the symptoms. Let's just hope you recover soon. Then your neck won't feel so stiff."

"That sounds good to me." Cas smiled.

They soon arrived at the bunker, and Dean and Cas went to their room. They sat on the bed and held each other close.

"What do you wanna do now?" Dean asked.

(A/N: Aaaaand, THAT'S A WRAP PEOPLE!

So not over.

Door Number 1: "Let's go to bed. I'm getting tired." Go to 84.2.1 Moose.

Door Number 2: "Let's watch some television. I'll do anything as long as I'm with you." Go to 84.2.2 Squirrel.

I'm sorry for this :3

Peace Off My Mini Marshminions!)