untitled by Coyhand on Flickr.
The sun rarely shined through the trees, but it was these moments when Dean smiled in the slightest. Purgatory didn’t look so bad with light.
“Can we rest here?” Dean asked, walking over to the large rock.
“There is no danger. Yes.” Castiel answered, as he stood close to Dean, but still keeping a watch out.
Dean looked up at the angel. His coat was tore, dirty, and bloody. Blood caked over the cuts on Castiel’s face and neck.
“Come here, Cas.” Dean ordered, pulling out a canteen they had found on their 47th day. It was 1/4 of the way filled. They needed to find more water, fast.
Castiel was hesitant, but sat down next to Dean. He still look alert to their surroundings.
“Would you calm down for a minute? You already said we were fine.” Dean chuckled, tearing away part of his shirt.
“You should know by now, Dean that we’re not safe anywhere- What are you doing?”
Dean was wetting the torn away piece of shirt with their water supply. “I’m gonna clean you up. Your cuts are pretty bad, and now that we got light, I can see what I’m doing.”
“You don’t have to do that, Dean. I’m fine.” Castiel shook his head, still on alert.
Dean huffed, and grabbed the angel’s chin, forcing him to look at him. “You can be angel protector after I’m done.”
The hunter wiped all the dried blood off, and then gently wiped the dirt out of the cuts. Dean could see Castiel’s gaze on him in his peripheral vision. It made him a little insecure being this close to the angel.
When Dean finished, he met eyes with Castiel, and he couldn’t move. “All done.” He said in almost a whisper.
“Thank you.” Castiel replied, not breaking the stare. Dean didn’t know whether it was from being away from Sam for too long, or being with Castiel for 112 days, but he really felt like he needed this. He needed his closeness.
Dean’s hand that remained on Castiel’s chin, now slid along his jaw to hold his cheek. Dean leaned in, as did Castiel for a kiss Dean was actually glad he was going to share with the angel who saved him so many years ago.
“Wait.” Castiel stopped. They were so close. They not only shared breath, but Dean felt Castiel move slightly against his.
“What is it?” Dean asked, not moving away.
“They caught up.” Castiel said. Dean hated being interrupted, but they got to their feet, and went to running again. (x)
i don’t want to make a huge deal out of this but hijacking an art post and tacking Supernatural fanfic under it is extremely obnoxious. somehow I don’t think this is what Coyhand intended when he made the option available for people to share his work on tumblr.
at least she didn’t delete the source, i guess.