@angelhunterheart and I both wrote a fic in twenty minutes while we waited for her pasta to cook. Our prompt was "Don’t worry, I’m just monitoring your pulse." And somehow we both wrote Destiel 😂
“Cas?” Dean blinks, looks at the angel in confusion who’s refusing to let go of his wrist.
“Don’t worry, I’m just monitoring your pulse,” the angel says nonchalantly, and Dean pulls even more of a face.
“Okay, but...why?”
Cas looks up at him, then at the empty mug by Dean’s right hand. “The coffee. You’ve had a lot of it.”
“Got research to do, man. Need to stay awake. You could help with that, y’know, instead of...whatever this is.” He waves his hand dismissively then goes back to staring at his laptop screen.
Cas stares at him. It’s getting unnerving. “You’ve also taken modafinil.”
Dean’s shoulders hunch defensively. “Like I said, need to stay awake.”
The angel cocks his head. “Dean, are you aware your pulse is approaching 160 beats per minute?”
That gets his attention. Dean considers it for a minute, though he can’t say he can really feel his heartbeat so much as he just feels fucking wired. But he needs the focus if he’s going to keep poring over the lore until morning. “Yeah, I guess it’s kinda fast, but I’m fine.”
“Hm.” Cas doesn’t seem convinced. “Well, I’m going to keep monitoring it just in case.”
