So, writing those prompts I reblogged? Yeah, I'll just write 'em myself
"Who gave you that black eye?" Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Wincestiel Warnings: Just Wincestiel, Incest Cas had a certain respect for Sam's chest. For one, there was a lot of it. And, for another, Cas was the perfect height that he could burrow his head in Sam's chest and have the most comfortable pillow. Cas was so focused on wrapping himself around Sam to just get one more second of sleep that he didn't notice when Dean came in. And, even as Sam murmured a good morning that Dean parroted back, Cas couldn't find the motivation to lift his head. "Who gave you that black eye?" However, at those sharp words from Sam, Cas' head snapped up, his eyes squinting as he looked at Dean. Sure enough, there was a bruise blooming over Dean's cheekbone and well into his eyebrow. That didn't make Cas too happy. Dean didn't say anything and shuffled his feet, looking at the coffee machine as it gurgled at him. Cas abruptly extracted himself from Sam and waltzed up, leaning with Dean as he grumbled and tried to get out of Cas' line of vision. "I'm fine." Dean huffed. "You're not." Cas snapped, lifting his fingers to softly brush over the bruising flesh that met freckles. "Someone hit you." "I'm fine." Dean gritted out, smacking Cas' hand out of the way, glaring at him. "Dean." Sam said carefully, lightly strolling over. "Who hit you? And, why?" "Who cares why?" Cas huffed, shuffling closer to Dean and pressing into him like a cat who wanted comfort when it wanted it. "Well, I adore my brother, really. But, sometimes, he can be an asshole. If, you know, he deserved it... Well..." Cas squinted at Sam until he relented. "You're right. Besides, Dean didn't even go anywhere last night. Right? Well, except to the grocery store for bacon this morning." "So, the question is who hit you?" Cas said and turned back to Dean, lightly smoothing a hand down his back. "I-" "And, don't even think about lying to us." Sam interrupted, narrowing his eyes at Dean. Cas squinted at Dean too. "I-" "And, we promise not to kill anyone. We just want to know what happened." Sam said easily, trying for a weak smile. Cas threw Sam a wounded look, like he actually hadn't even considered killing someone. "I-" "And, you have to tell us these things, Dean. How could you just come in last night and slip in between me and Sam without so much as a word. Did you think we wouldn't notice?" Cas scolded, frowning. "I-" "Cas is right. We do care, Dean." Sam said, his lips pulling down at the corners as he reached out a hand and gently poked the bruise. Dean scowled and jerked back. "I-" "And," Cas started. "Shut up!" Dean interrupted, throwing his hands out and looking at them with wild eyes. "If you two don't shut up, I swear." "But..." Sam and Cas said in unison. "No! No, buts. If you idiots would let me finish, I would tell you that I never went to get the bacon. I started to but I slipped on the stairs and fell right on my face. So, no one hit me. I'm just a clutz!" There was silence in which Sam and Cas shared a glance. It was dead quiet and no one moved for a few moments. Then, Sam snorted and Cas broke into a wide smile. Dean groaned and started to walk away. "No, no, come back!" Sam laughed, reaching out and yanking Dean back, wrapping him up in a hug. "Lemme go, Sammy." Dean muttered and it was muffled in Sam's chest. "No." Cas said. "It's the safest place for you." "Yes." Sam agreed, snickering quietly in amusement. "We must protect you." "How dare those stairs attack you?" Cas agreed in mock anger, lightly rubbing Dean's back and smiling up at Sam. "It's okay, we got you." Sam assured him, dropping a sloppy kiss on Dean's forehead. "We won't let anything happen ever again." Cas hummed. "I hate you both." Dean mumbled into Sam's chest, heaving a sigh when they both crowded closer to reassure him. It was going to be a long day...
