The Profound Bond | Destiel Oneshots

Touch Me, Angel

Top Cas tortures Dean — ripped straight from an old Destiel fic I found on live journal but i tried to make it different while still following the prompt which was: What if Dean was in the hospital and Castiel "punishes" him for getting hurt. This is just me expanding on that idea a little. Enjoy. (Oh also, I was in an anatomy class in high school so the broken bones are super specific -- i just really liked the skeletal system.)

Rating: NC-17
Warnings: strong language, sex, and minor gore

Dean was hunting vampires when he broke his arms.

He broke both the radius and ulna in his right arm, and just the ulna in his left, but it was a compound fracture. He also broke two meta-carpals in his left hand. The vampire had taken his hand and crushed it, and then she snapped his forearm bones.

Dean was down for the count, but luckily Sam was a badass motherfucker and he was able to kill all of the vampires, carry his brother to the car and get them to a hospital. He also prayed to Castiel -- it was the first thing he had done -- but had gotten no answer. So Sam took Dean to a hospital to get his forearms and hand set and casted.

The doctors suspected he had a concussion as well, so they wanted to keep him for two nights for observation. He had a little trouble falling asleep that first night because his boyfriend, the angel Castiel, still hadn't called or popped in or anything. His arms were throbbing they hurt so much, and he was in the middle of a sex dream and couldn't touch himself. His fingers poked out of thick plaster casts, and he could move them, but not at all how he wanted to.

So when he woke up in the middle of the night, painfully hard, and saw Castiel standing at the foot of his bed, he smiled. "Cas, come here," He said quietly.

Castiel didn't move at all. "You're hurt."

"You can fix that," Dean pointed out. "Please come here, I want you." His voice wavered the slightest bit because he was practically shaking with need. Castiel frowned, but took two steps forward so he was standing at the side of Dean's bed. When Dean realized he wasn't going to move anymore, he asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Castiel glared at Dean, with something Dean recognized as angry-sexy eyes. "You got hurt again. I told you not to do that."

"What do you want me to say, Cas?" Dean huffed, and tried to move his body towards Castiel's, to feel some sort of friction. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He was pleading now because he just wanted to feel something.

"You will be sorry," Castiel said in a voice that was even deeper than his normal one. He took off his trench coat and straddled Dean -- but was careful not to touch him at all. Then he just stared at Dean for five minutes straight.

"Cas, please," Dean's voice was low and strained, and when he tried to sit up to kiss his boyfriend, Castiel placed one hand on his chest and kept him down. Dean groaned in frustration, slamming his head back on the pillow. "Please, touch me, angel."

Castiel seemed to perk up very slightly at the pet name -- Dean had never called him that before. So he sat back on his heels, moving so he was between Dean's legs instead of surrounding them. He pulled back the blanket and the boxers, and started with light touches on Dean's thighs.

Dean made a small sound of pleasure, and Castiel pressed his hands into the skin a little firmer. Dean cried out quietly and Castiel immediately pulled away to cover the hunter's mouth. "You have to stay quiet, or I'll have to leave you here."

Dean nodded in understanding. "Please," he said again, because it seemed to be the only thing that might work.

Castiel sat back again and ran the back of his finger's on Dean's stomach, carefully avoiding the erection below. "Promise me," He said forcefully. "That you won't get hurt anymore."