#protective!castiel

Dean stretched and tossed his napkin down on his empty plate. "Alright. I'm gonna hit the head before we go."

"Me too," Sam said, getting up. "Oh—better leave the tip before I forget." He pulled some bills out of his wallet and tossed them down. Cas eyed the amount.

"More," he said. Sam looked over at him and smiled.

"More?" Sam repeated.

Cas nodded. "She was—a very good waitress," he said stoically.

Dean's eyebrows lifted and he exchanged an amused look with Sam. "How would you know? You don't eat in restaurants and you didn't order anything," he said.

Cas fixed his eyes on Dean. "Do you disagree?" he asked in a low voice.

"No, not at all," Dean laughed. "But I don't think it's her waitressing that you like—" Sam elbowed him hard and tossed some more money down.

"Okay. Bathroom. We'll be right back, Cas," Sam said.

Finding himself alone, Cas's eyes drifted back to you. You were at another table but the smile on your face was missing. You seemed to be having some argument with the man in the booth and he was becoming louder and more animated the longer Cas watched. You, on the other hand, looked more and more uncomfortable.

Cas slid out of the booth and began to pace toward you. He was finally close enough to hear what was going on.

"This is the total for that shit you're calling food? You've got to be joking! I'm not paying it!"

"Sir, if there was a problem with your meal I would have been happy to correct it for you, but seeing as you've eaten everything—"

"I want to talk to a manager right now! Don't you know the customer is always right?" He shoved his empty plate violently and it slid off the table and broken next to your feet, splattering the remains of his food onto the floor and sending shards of ceramic skittering across the restaurant. If you hadn't jumped back, it may have hit you.

Cas had seen more than enough. He strode up beside you and glared down at the man and his smug smile. "Is this asshole bothering you?"

You looked over at the blue-eyed stranger, confused as to why he was stepping in. "I'm—I'm okay."

"What did you call me?!" the guy roared, climbing to his feet and posturing at Cas.

"You heard me. Since you obviously ate, it's time to pay your bill, tip her well for having to wait on you, an exceedingly rude neanderthal, and be on your way."

The guy's face went beet red. "Who the hell do you think you are?! You wanna take this outside, pretty boy?"

"Gladly."

NOOOO OH MY GOD NOOO *curls protectively around sammy* *hisses* gET AWAY FROM HIM dfhjgskla *wraps him in like 62 blankets* *builds a blanket fort around it* *digs up a moat, fills with lava and giant protective-over-sam-winchester lava monsters*

no but like ugh what if they get their hands on sammy. outnumber him. hurt him. then. then. they get to see the real castiel. castiel who is actually stronger than sam, especially when sam is hurt. castiel who kills them all in under two minutes. just for touching sam.

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Chapter 4 of After is up. 

When he is close enough to distinguish a face, he stops in his tracks, blood running cold. The victim is his brother's neighbor - Dean Winchester - the man Castiel has been longing for and dreaming about for years, never mustering the courage to just go by and say something more that hello.

Castiel puts everything he has, everything he knows, every bit of energy and knowledge that he possesses, into saving the man’s life. Dean hasn't died yet, but his breaths are shallower and shallower with each passing moment, and from the rumbling in his chest, Castiel can tell that there is much internal bleeding too. His confident and steady facade breaks, panic fogging his thoughts as he looses hope of ever having the chance to tell Dean just how amazing he is. 

Adrenaline pumps through his veins, but he barely manages to stabilize Dean and stop the blood loss

On their way to the hospital Dean, conscious again for a moment, calls Castiel his guardian angel. 

Castiel doesn’t leave the hospital until Dean is done with his operation, six hours later. Dean’s surgeon looks at the tired EMT with concern as he informs him that Dean is stable and out of danger. Castiel’s blood shot eyes don’t blink as he tells the doctor that he’s not going home, and will just sleep in a spare hospital bed until Dean wakes up.

After that, Castiel visits Dean every day at the hospital. Even when Dean gets off the pain medication and his perfusions are taken out, he still has to stay in the hospital for another week under medical supervision.

Whenever he’s not on the job somewhere in the city, Castiel spends all his time beside Dean’s bed, reading to him, watching crappy tv shows together on the small tv screen, talking about music and home grilled burgers. Cas hasn’t been to his apartment for a week, at least not for more than the minutes he needed to take a shower and change his clothes. 

Dean yearns for the young paramedic to hold him, to touch him but doesn’t say anything about it. Dean is no idiot, and if the little touches they often share or the longing gazes they throw each other's way were any clue, he knows that Cas desires him just as much. 

Cas kissing him for the first time takes his breath away, his body overwhelmed with warmth and satisfaction. Cas tries not to disturb Dean's hospital bed and the machines still connected to it, but Dean keeps writhing under him, as much as the position permits. 

Dean thinks he's a study worthy case of blue balls, because if Cas doesn't touch him right that second, he's going to die of need

But Cas does touch him, and keeps touching him, and kissing reverently every visible strip of skin. And when he's pushing Dean's hospital gown upwards, bunching it in one hand, and takes Dean into his mouth, Dean has barely a moment to remember that yes, they are still in a hospital room, unlocked door leading to a very circulated lobby, before he's coming down Cas's throat, his broken moan disturbing the heavy silence

"What am I going to say? Sorry, I was just making sure you weren't out to kill my friends and accidentally stole your top secret diary?! BTW I think Angelo is hot too. BFFs 5ever?"

Teen Wolf/Supernatural crossover

relationships: Sterek, Destiel (hinted at/mentioned)