Injury prompts: 4 6 7 8 9 15 29 fit nicely together, Dean is the one talking to Cas
Gonna, bundle Val and @theorangedeath together since they're both legends asking for #7 :D
CW ahead for blood and injury, happy reading folks!
Dean’s heart about stops right there, it's a good thing they aren't actually driving anywhere, just using Baby for some much-needed cover, otherwise that sentence might have sent them into a ditch.
“No. No, stop-” Against his own words he continues digging through the first aid kit- What do you even use to patch up an angel that can't heal? “Stop talking like that. You're gonna’ be fine.”
Cas doesn't look convinced, still propped up against the door where Dean hastily left him. It's Dean's fault for splitting up, he should have known that those demons wouldn't just abandon their base as soon as the Winchesters rolled into town.
“We're gonna’ fix you up, brand new, I promise.”
The angel huffs but stays otherwise silent.
“Okay, okay, here’s what we're gonna' do-” He reaches for Cas’ shirt, using his pocket knife to cut away the fabric, “Fuck.”
Cas’ chest is a mess, just like the rest of him- God, the one time demons try to be original, and they manage to Macgyver a homemade IED, complete with shards of broken angel blade that fly out and embed themselves into poor fucker that trips it. Deadly for humans and celestials alike.
He's a little mad he hadn't thought of it first.
There's so much happening that Dean can't even pin down where to start, he just knows that one of these wounds made Cas twist and shout in pain when Dean first got to him.
“Tell me where it hurts,” He pulls a set of tweezers and some disinfectant from the kit- Cas might heal up once the metal is gone, but he still doesn't want to risk an infection, “And be specific.”
“Ribs.” Cas wheezes, and Dean wants to scream ‘more specific!’, then he twists a bit to his right, showing off the bloodied side of his shirt.
Dean lifts it up carefully and, yep, that massive hunk of weaponry halfway through his skin would do it.
“Yikes,” He thinks he could get it out cleanly, but it's not gonna be pleasant for either of ‘em, “This is going to hurt, okay?”
“I was under no impression it would be pleasant-” Cas grits his teeth and groans in pain when Dean gently prods at the shard, “Dean?”
Dean carefully pinches the top of the metal, “Yeah?”
The glare Cas gives him is otherworldly, “Just get it over with.”
The first chunk comes out with a scream from Cas, and it doesn't get much better from there- The only silver lining surrounding the next half hour of pulling and half-hidden tears is that, once the metal is out of the wounds, they start to slowly close on their own.
By the end of it all, Dean's hands are cramped and shaking- tips of his fingers sliced from a few stubborn pieces he had to pull out himself- and Cas has gone pale, keeled over in his seat, head resting on Dean's lap.
At some point Dean's hand finds Cas’ sweaty, matted hair, and starts raking through it, using it as proof that his friend is still, well, still here.
Cas isn’t really talking, still riding out the waves of pain while his body knits itself together.
“You did so good…” He whispers, Cas letting out a little whine as a few tendons snap back together with a wet, painful noise, “Don't worry, you-” he swallows thickly, “You did so good.”
The angel turns his head to look at Dean out of the corner of his eye, a faint smile on his face.
“Get some rest, buddy…” Dean waits till Cas turns back around, not sure if his next words are whispered or if they're just echoed in his mind, “I'll watch over you.”
