Something shiny caught your eye as you paced through the bunker. You snatched it up from the floor and recognized it as a chocolate wrapper. A glint further up the hall drew your attention and you soon discovered yet another wrapper on the floor.
You moved toward the front room of the bunker, curious whether Dean had gone on another candy binge and how bad the damage was, but it wasn’t Dean you found in the library.
It was Cas, reclined on the couch, eyes shut, face contorted a little in some distress, and his arms crossed over his stomach.
He opened one eye when he heard your approaching footsteps.
“I think I made a mistake...”
Your eyes wandered over to the pile of scattered crisp bags, chocolate wrappers, a bowl with popcorn kernels in the bottom, and various other bits of snacks. “Did you--you ate all this yourself?” you asked, incredulous.
His other eyelid fluttered open and he looked at you with some embarrassment and clear regret. “Yes...”
You leaned on the back of the couch and peered down at his blue eyes. “And now your stomach hurts?”
He pouted a little and nodded.
You sighed. “Cas, you’re human. If you eat all this junk it is going to upset your stomach... You ate too much sugar and salt and god-knows what else and made yourself sick.”
He nodded. “I know. But I’ve never tasted anything like that before.” His eyes flitted up to the ceiling. “How long is this going to last? Days? A week?”
You laughed a little at his seriousness and over-estimation of the lasting effects of his junk food binge. “No,” you said with a light laugh. “No. Hours maybe.”
He looked a little relieved.
“You stay here,” you added, leaning your chin on your hand and peering down at him. His blue eyes flitted over your face. “I’ll bring you some water and a hot water bottle to put on your stomach. It’ll help. Trust me.”
“I always trust you,” he said.
You smiled down at him, feeling suddenly a little warm. “No problem.”
“Thank you,” he said earnestly. “Really. I don’t know how I would navigate this whole... human thing without you.”
