Dean winced in pain as Sam helped him onto the bed. His leg was broken and covered in deep red blood. There was a large gash on his thigh,his ankle had been twisted and he had scraped his knee.

"Oh God,I feel like I'm dying."

"You're not dying. But you are hurt really bad,so stay still" Sam said as he tended to Dean's wounds.

At that moment,Castiel appeared in the room. His eyes filled with concern at the sight of Dean's leg.

"Are you alright,Dean?" Castiel asked.

"Not exactly" Dean answered.

"I belive I can take some of the pain away." Castiel walked over to the bed and lowered his face to Dean's lesion. The expression on his face made him look like he was concentrating very hard. He closed his eyes and placed a gentle kiss on Dean's leg.

This action was met with looks of confusion from both Winchesters.

"I heard somewhere that kissing the injury somehow helps the recovery process" Castiel explained.

Dean couldn't help but smile at his angel's unintentional cuteness.

"So,did it help any?" Castiel asked.

Dean chuckled. "Yeah,Cas. It did."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's okay people. I'm not dead(at least that's what the doctors have been telling me). Sometimes it's hard coming up with ideas for these short stories,so please forgive me if I don't update that often. Of course,if you guys would give me some prompts in your reviews...

Also,I've been hard at work writing the first chapter of my first story for fictionpress. I'll be sure to let you all know when that's done.

Anyway,please review. =^.^=