Swollen Little Piggies
Title: Swollen Little Piggies
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 640
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean has a sprained ankle, and is stubborn. Good thing Cas can handle stubborn
Warnings: Schmoop, grumpy!Dean
Notes: For my kissbingo square "body : toes". And I also enjoy writing hurt and grumpy Dean. Once again, just another short and sweet ficlet!
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Castiel fluttered into the motel and saw Dean leaning against the kitchenette counter. He had a coffee in his hand, and his eyes were looking from the cup to the bed, as if he was trying to figure out a problem. Castiel looked at his left foot, which was bandaged and not touching the floor.
“Dean, what are you doing?” Castiel asked, closing the distance between them. Dean quickly relaxed against the counter and took a sip of his coffee.
“Havin’ a coffee.” Dean muttered. He looked down at his bandaged foot and glanced at the bed mournfully.
“Why are you not resting?” Castiel asked, removing the rumpled trench coat and suit jacket. Castiel glanced at the bed. Its covers were thrown back and extra pillows were piled further down the mattress. Dr Sexy MD was playing on the television.
“Cause I wanted a coffee, okay!” Dean snapped. He tried to lean a bit more casually, and accidently touched his left foot to the floor. He hissed and pulled it back up. Castiel smiled and shook his head.
“You simply couldn’t wait for me to get back to get a coffee.” Castiel chided affectionately. He walked towards the hunter. “Let me heal it, please.” Dean pulled away from the angel.
“No. You shouldn’t be wasting your mojo on a stupid sprained ankle.” Dean said, finishing his coffee.
“Oh Doctor!” A woman sighed from the television. Dean craned his neck to try and see. Castiel shook his head at his lover.
Dean made an indignant squawk when Castiel picked the hunter up, one arm under his knees, the other braced around his back.
“Put me down! I’m not a chick!” Dean grumbled as Castiel carried him to the bed.
“And I never treat you as one,” Castiel said as he laid Dean gently on the bed. He made sure that the bandaged foot rested on the pillow. Once Dean was settled and able to see Dr. Sexy making out with the blonde resident, Castiel walked back to the kitchen and poured Dean another cup of coffee. He placed it on the bedside table.
“I could have gotten that,” Dean mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Castiel laughed and sat on the foot of the bed.
“I’m sure,” Castiel said. He gently took Dean’s injured foot and unwrapped it carefully, leaving the bandage beside him on the bed. One the foot was exposed, Castiel inspected it. It was badly swollen, and there were yellow and purple bruises all around the ankle.
“It’s not that bad,” Dean said, taking a sip of his coffee. Castiel smiled and held the foot carefully. He ran a thumb along the ball of Dean’s foot. Dean flinched a bit, but didn’t pull away. Castiel rubbed all over the foot gently, and if he didn’t know better, he’d say Dean was purring.
“There’s nothing wrong with someone taking care of you for a change,” Castiel said as he placed a soft kiss on the swollen baby toe. Castiel kissed each toe in turn on his foot. He looked up at Dean, who had a lopsided smile on his face and his eyes were closed. Castiel chuckled softly and kissed the toes again.
“You’re making it hard for me to watch Dr. Sexy,” Dean mumbled. Castiel placed the foot back on the pillow and went to crawl up the bed. Dean’s other foot nudged at Castiel’s shoulder.
“There’s nothing wrong with this foot,” Castiel said, smiling.
“I know. It’s just feeling a little neglected.”
Castiel laughed and placed a kiss on the big toe of the uninjured foot.
“Why don’t you just admit that you like being taken care of,” Castiel teased as he rubbed the other foot.
“Cause I don’t like it,” Dean grumbled.
“Whatever you say,” Castiel chuckled as he continued to rub the other foot.
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Comments and feedback welcomed and adored! ♥
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 640
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean has a sprained ankle, and is stubborn. Good thing Cas can handle stubborn
Warnings: Schmoop, grumpy!Dean
Notes: For my kissbingo square "body : toes". And I also enjoy writing hurt and grumpy Dean. Once again, just another short and sweet ficlet!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Castiel fluttered into the motel and saw Dean leaning against the kitchenette counter. He had a coffee in his hand, and his eyes were looking from the cup to the bed, as if he was trying to figure out a problem. Castiel looked at his left foot, which was bandaged and not touching the floor.
“Dean, what are you doing?” Castiel asked, closing the distance between them. Dean quickly relaxed against the counter and took a sip of his coffee.
“Havin’ a coffee.” Dean muttered. He looked down at his bandaged foot and glanced at the bed mournfully.
“Why are you not resting?” Castiel asked, removing the rumpled trench coat and suit jacket. Castiel glanced at the bed. Its covers were thrown back and extra pillows were piled further down the mattress. Dr Sexy MD was playing on the television.
“Cause I wanted a coffee, okay!” Dean snapped. He tried to lean a bit more casually, and accidently touched his left foot to the floor. He hissed and pulled it back up. Castiel smiled and shook his head.
“You simply couldn’t wait for me to get back to get a coffee.” Castiel chided affectionately. He walked towards the hunter. “Let me heal it, please.” Dean pulled away from the angel.
“No. You shouldn’t be wasting your mojo on a stupid sprained ankle.” Dean said, finishing his coffee.
“Oh Doctor!” A woman sighed from the television. Dean craned his neck to try and see. Castiel shook his head at his lover.
Dean made an indignant squawk when Castiel picked the hunter up, one arm under his knees, the other braced around his back.
“Put me down! I’m not a chick!” Dean grumbled as Castiel carried him to the bed.
“And I never treat you as one,” Castiel said as he laid Dean gently on the bed. He made sure that the bandaged foot rested on the pillow. Once Dean was settled and able to see Dr. Sexy making out with the blonde resident, Castiel walked back to the kitchen and poured Dean another cup of coffee. He placed it on the bedside table.
“I could have gotten that,” Dean mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Castiel laughed and sat on the foot of the bed.
“I’m sure,” Castiel said. He gently took Dean’s injured foot and unwrapped it carefully, leaving the bandage beside him on the bed. One the foot was exposed, Castiel inspected it. It was badly swollen, and there were yellow and purple bruises all around the ankle.
“It’s not that bad,” Dean said, taking a sip of his coffee. Castiel smiled and held the foot carefully. He ran a thumb along the ball of Dean’s foot. Dean flinched a bit, but didn’t pull away. Castiel rubbed all over the foot gently, and if he didn’t know better, he’d say Dean was purring.
“There’s nothing wrong with someone taking care of you for a change,” Castiel said as he placed a soft kiss on the swollen baby toe. Castiel kissed each toe in turn on his foot. He looked up at Dean, who had a lopsided smile on his face and his eyes were closed. Castiel chuckled softly and kissed the toes again.
“You’re making it hard for me to watch Dr. Sexy,” Dean mumbled. Castiel placed the foot back on the pillow and went to crawl up the bed. Dean’s other foot nudged at Castiel’s shoulder.
“There’s nothing wrong with this foot,” Castiel said, smiling.
“I know. It’s just feeling a little neglected.”
Castiel laughed and placed a kiss on the big toe of the uninjured foot.
“Why don’t you just admit that you like being taken care of,” Castiel teased as he rubbed the other foot.
“Cause I don’t like it,” Dean grumbled.
“Whatever you say,” Castiel chuckled as he continued to rub the other foot.
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Comments and feedback welcomed and adored! ♥
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