Hello! Can you do destiel? Maybe Dean gets a stomach ache because of how unhealthy he eats and Cas offers to heal him but Dean turns it down, so Cas decides to try to help him by rubbing his stomach?
“Dean?” Cas asked, pulling Dean back to reality from staring off into space.
“Hmm?” Dean replied, quickly moving his hand off of his stomach. He hasn’t even realized he’d put it there.
“I asked if you were okay,” Cas said, looking at him intently.
“Fine,” Dean said gruffly, turning away from Cas, pretending to watch whatever game of sports was playing in the bar they were in.
“You’re sweating,” Cas pointed out.
“It’s hot in here,” Dean shrugged him off.
“It is 72.3 degrees in here Dean that is a perfectly normal temperature for a human to feel comfortable in,” Cas rattled off. Dean rolled his eyes. Stupid angel powers.
“I just ate too fast, that’s all,” Dean finally admitted, realizing Cas wasn’t going to let it go.
“Your stomach is bothering you?” Cas asked.
Dean sighed. He’d hope that the admission of some discomfort would placate him but apparently he was still going to keep pressing Dean. He was going to have to just be honest.
“Yes Cas, my stomach is bothering me,” he said, cringing.
"Are you ill?" Cas continued.
"No, I just ate too much greasy food too fast, like usual," Dean said. No use in lying at this point he supposed.
"Oh, well if it's just an upset stomach I can heal you from it," Cas said, reaching a hand out,"
"No, Cas," Dean stopped him, holding out a hand to block Cas's. Cas frowned at him, looking startled. Dean had always let Cas heal him before.
"Why not Dean? I can make you feel better," Cas protested.
"I did it to myself Cas, I can get myself out of it. I'll be alright. Like you said it's just an upset stomach so I'm sure I'll be fine in a couple of hours anyway," Dean explained. Truthfully, he was just a bit embarrassed. And in all seriousness his stomach was actually starting to hurt him quite a bit. It was bloated out against the waistband of his jeans, churning and gurgling unhappily.
"Well at least let me drive us back to the motel," Cas said, holding his hand out for the keys.
Dean gave him a hard look for a minute before reaching into his pocket and handing them over.
"If there is so much as a scratch on my baby..." Dean threatened emptily, waving his hand in a vague gesture.
"Yes, yes I know," Cas said, "Come on," he stood up, waiting for Dean to do the same before they walked out of the dive they were in, and out to the impala.
Cas eyed Dean as he gently climbed into the passenger seat. If he was willingly letting Cas drive his baby without any protests, he must really be feeling badly. Why was Dean so damn stubborn?
Dean dozed off on the short drive back to the motel, one hand resting on his stomach the whole way. Cas parked in front of their rooms and turned off the car, shaking Dean's shoulder gently to wake him up.
"Dean, we're here," he said.
Dean woke up with a start, jerking around for a second before his eyes settled on Cas and he relaxed. Then he winced, bringing his other hand up to cradle his stomach as he curled in on himself.
"Come on Dean, let's go inside," Cas said, smiling sympathetically at him. Cas unlocked the door while Dean slowly got out of the car, walking slightly hunched over into the motel room.
"Thanks Cas, you can go to your room if you want though, I'll be okay," Dean said as Cas shut the door behind them.
"Just lay down," Cas said, rolling his eyes. Like he was just going to leave Dean like this.
Dean sighed, giving Cas a half-assed bitch look that quickly turned pained before he gave up, laying down on his bed and closing his eyes. After a moment he felt the bed dip, and a hand that wasn't his own came to rest on his stomach.
"Cas, no I don't want to be healed, it's fine," he protested, face flushing red.
"I'm not going to heal you, just let me help," Cas said, moving Dean's hand out of the way then starting to rub gentle circles over Dean's stomach. He could tell that the man's normally flat stomach was bloated out significantly, pressing against his jeans.
"Shh, it's okay. Just relax," Castiel said, unbuttoning and unzipping Dean's jeans, figuring they couldn't be comfortable. Dean's face turned an even darker shade of red, but he said nothing, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
After a minute, Cas pushed Dean's t-shirt up to expose his stomach, placing his hand directly on the skin and rubbing in circles, applying gentle pressure occasionally to help ease his upset stomach.
"Thank you," Dean mumbled, cheeks turning red again.
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