destiel oneshots

Please Fix Me

combination request for @fantasysherlock and @fandoms1414 (hope y'all don't mind)

wings are involved
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"Hurry, get him inside, i'll get the towels and alcohol!" Sam yelled as Dean made a b-line to Castiel's room, the angels body in his arms. "Dean--" "I know buddy, its going to be okay. Sam and I will take care of you." The older Winchester quickly kicked open the door and shoved them inside, his legs going weak from the weight of his best friends body.

He laid the angel down on the bed, his green eyes filled with obvious concern. "I got the towels, Dean get the pain killers." Sam rushed in moments later with items in his hand, his movement jittery. "Dean!" Sam called again when his brother didn't reply. 

How could he? After all, Castiel was bleeding all over the bed, his wings twisted as if they where sticks.

"Dean snap out of it!" Sam thew the items on the bed and grabbed Deans shoulders, shaking some sense into him. "P-Pain killers? Right right, okay." Dean came to, removed himself from Sam's grip and quickly left the room, the sounds of groaning sending him into a small panic.

He needed to get his shit together.

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"It feels like I'm in a fucking blender." Castiel moaned slightly, his hands clenching the pillow as the boys snipped at the feathers and applied wrapping around the bones. "Like a tomato?" Sam couldn't help but chuckle as he tied the wrapping to itself, patting it gently before helping Dean with the peroxide. "Exactly."

Dean was calm now, his nerves settled once they stopped the bleeding half an hour ago. "Now we just have to wait. May take a few weeks since you're angel mojo isn't all fired up yet. Hopefully not months, if any." He said.

"Sam, can you... can you get me a beer?" Castiel lifted himself up, ignoring the mens attempts to lay him back down.

"Cas you need rest, especially on your stomach since your back is the problem." Sam pushed him back down softy and stood up. "I'll get your beer. Dean, keep him down." He added before leaving the two men alone.

Dean looked over his shoulder, making sure Sam was completely gone before he helped Cas up. "You cant be doing shit like this man." Dean commented once Cas was upright and facing him. "I didn't want you to get hurt." Cas argued as Dean looked down at the carpet in thought. "You could if died." "Who cares?"

"Don't fucking say that." Dean yanked his head up to look at Cas, his green eyes filling with anger. "You know i care. Sam and I care and you still don't fucking understand that." His hands grabbed Cas' thighs and he couldn't help but drop his head onto the angels lap. "You do stupid things like this without a filter and it hurts all of us."

"Im sorry." Cas attempted to apologize, his hand tilting the hunters chin up to look him in the eyes. "But its my job to look after you all. You cannot change that." He leaned down and kissed Dean hard before pulling away, "I love you. I love you and Sam. I mustn't let anything happen to the Winchesters legacy."

"Bullshit Cas." Dean clenched Cas' thigh, "Forget the legacy crap, you're our family too which means you have to protect yourself!"

Two knocks pulled them away.

"Whats going on?" Sam interrupted, noticing the way Dean's hands yanked away in fear. "Nothing, we were just talking." Cas lied, lifting his legs onto the bed. "Do you need me to leave?" He asked.

"Yes." "No."

Sam looked down and smiled slightly before tossing the beer on the bed. "Okay. Im going to be in the library. Holler if you need anything" He chuckled before disappearing once again.

"You didn't have to do that." Dean grumbled to Cas, standing up as he spoke. "You are obviously troubled, so yes, i did have to do that." The angel shot back with a prideful smirk.

Dean sat down next to Cas and sighed, leaning his head on the mans shoulder. "Im sorry i got angry. I shouldn't yell at a crippled angel." He apologized half-heartily as his hand snaked around Cas' waist.

"I forgive you."