Drabble Day 11: Trust
Prompt from @deancaskiss' s drabble writing challenge (shhhhh let's pretend i'm not super late 😩😩😩)
"You've gotta learn to trust me," Dean said quietly, wrapping Cas's wounded hand with a clean bandage.
"I had it," Cas said shortly. "I didn't need your help, I just needed one mor-"
"No," Dean interrupted. Looking up from Cas's hand, Dean stared seriously into his eyes. "In one more minute you would have been dead."
Cas scoffed, stood up, and walked to the sink, throwing the bloody towel on the counter while he went. "You're overexaggerating," Cas said softly but firmly.
"No, I'm not," Dean responded, standing up and walking towards Cas. "You're human now. You eat and sleep and fucking shit now" Dean grabbed Cas's hand and lifted it up. "You bleed." Slowly lowering his hand again, Dean continued quietly, "You get hurt." Dean swallowed.
Cas looked down and closed his hand, surrounding Dean's within his own. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly.
"I know," Dean replied, looking back down at Cas's hand. "It's okay."
