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Peanut Butter Bunker — 4.17.2025 — By Hayden K.

Waking up Castiel felt like it'd be a crime after all that he'd endured the past couple of days. He contemplated making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the kitchen instead while he slept a little longer. It was fast, easy, and Dean knew they were Castiel's favorite.

Ten minutes later he quietly came back to his room in the bunker, with the sandwiches in hand and a couple of blankets and a cot. Juggling the items, he set them down on the floor and the plate on the bed.

Dean sat on the edge, his hand moving to Castiel's shoulder in a rhythmic rock to wake him up. He didn't mind leaving his fingers lingering softly over his shoulders.

"Cas." He whispered softly.

Castiel stirred from his sleep, groaning, the line between rest and wakefulness blurring as he slowly came to awareness. His eyes fluttered open to find Dean sitting beside him.

“Dean?” Castiel’s voice was soft, roughened slightly by sleep, as he oriented himself. He shifted slightly, noticing the plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches... he blinked at the sight. That had been his favorite meal as a human a couple of years ago. Castiel pushed himself up gently from the bed to Dean's level, meeting his gaze.

“You made my favorite sandwiches? Dean. You know I don't need to eat now.” Castiel's movements were cautious to not disturb his healing wounds as his hand reached for a triangle on the plate.

“I was feeling snackish” A smile tugged at Dean's lips ever so gently as his eyes met Castiel's in a gentle soft gaze. “And, I know. But you can still enjoy them.”

“I appreciate it.”

As he ate, molecules and all, Castiel watched Dean arrange the cot and blankets. There was a quiet efficiency to his movements that gave him familiar reassurance. “You don't have to stay with me. I'll be fine, Dean. I just need time to heal. Doesn't come as easy like it used to be.” he said after a moment, his tone imbued with concern for Dean more than himself.

By now the cot was setup on the floor for Dean. “But I know something you don't, I can take care of you the old fashioned way. Bandages & booze.” He'd grabbed a sandwich off of the plate for himself.

“And maybe actual medication... like the whole bottle.” Dean gave him a laugh before he made himself comfortable on the floor with his sandwich.

“I'm here when you need me.”

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A shattered heart like no other, Dean Winchester.

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Seeing Dean in tears breaks a part of my soul to a bajillion pieces.

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[#Destiel] Season 9: Castiel is human now and Dean is caring for him after being ass*ulted by the reaper April. However, April in this storyline is actually a larger male reaper named “Sadriel” who took advantage of Castiel's kindness as a human and used him. This short portion of my writing is Dean sitting with Castiel in the bunker's larger bathroom tending to his wounds. There's a LOT more I won't post, but I hope to start uploading content onto my Ao3 account sometime soon.

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"Human you is.... different to say the least." Dean lightly smiled at Castiel, steadying the skin around Castiel's ribcage and began to run the soaked cotton round over the area to disinfect the open wounds. Meticulously, Dean gently disinfected each area on his ribcage. He'd felt awful listening to Castiel's wincing. They were sheer reminders that Cass could clearly feel every aspect of his body now. Physical pain... Dean couldn't even grasp what that was probably like for Castiel now, which prompted his question- "Cass... what's it feel like for you, to be... human...?" Dean fumbled the bandages in his hand, starting to open some of them carefully. Castiel grimaced slightly at the lingering sting from the alcohol, but his focus remained on Dean's question. "I'm... overwhelmed." he admitted, his gaze drifting as he searched for the right words. "Every sensation is heightened—pain, warmth, my emotions. It's all... very intense. Not what I thought in the slightest. After yesterday...." He watched as Dean fumbled with the bandages, the human actions so familiar yet still new in their context, his gaze hitting the floor as his sentence began to trail remembering Sadriel's unkind hands. "There's a fragility to it that I wasn't prepared for. But there's also a depth of these emotions that I never knew possible. The sadness and pain... they're both so profound." Turning slightly to face Dean more directly, Castiel continued with glazed over eyes, "And there's fear. Not just of danger, but of losing people... who matter." His eyes locked with Dean's, conveying the gravity and sincerity of his feelings. "It makes everything more meaningful, knowing how fleeting it can be." Dean's hands suddenly felt weak as he finished opening the bandages. His hands gently placed the bandages on Castiel's ribcage where needed, fingertips lightly trailing over the bruised areas softly. "I wish I'd been there. Had I found you sooner, you'd be okay. Sadriel wouldn't have laid a damn hand on you had I'd just been there-" Dean's eyes were full of rage.