The battle was over. Dean, Sam, and Cas had raided a small shapeshifter coven who were responsible for a multitude of deaths in the area of Edge Water, Colorado. Dean had gotten the worst of the shifters' wrath, and was bleeding from cuts all over his body.

The trio were now back at their motel room. Sam was in the bathroom cleaning himself up, leaving Cas and Dean alone. Dean was lying on the floor, and Cas was sitting on the bed looking down at him.

"Dean, let me heal you." He said. Dean shook his head slightly. He was looking up at the angel.

"Save your strength Cas, I'll be fine."

"Dean." Cas sighed, exasperated. He wasn't going to let Dean talk him out of this anymore. Strength or no strength, Dean was in pain, and Cas wasn't going to let him suffer. He got up and knelt next to Dean, and began healing his wounds.

"Cas." Dean protested, but the angel ignored him. His hands traveled over Dean as he fixed the cuts, but soon he lost himself in the curvature of the man's body. His hands trailed over Dean's chest, face, arms, and legs. The hunter's body shivered slightly at each gentle touch.

"Uh, Cas. I think you got them all." Dean said, his voice slightly hoarse. He was staring at Cas, who looked down at him. The angel smiled faintly.

"I know."

"Then what are you doing?" Dean asked. Cas shrugged and continued trailing his hands around Dean's body.

"I...felt like it." He responded. Dean let out a laugh.

"Man, this is awkward." He muttered.

"You're telling me?" Sam's voice came from the bathroom doorway. Cas and Dean stared at him, and then Cas disappeared.

"So, Dean. Something you want to tell me?" Sam asked, trying his best not to laugh. He was failing miserably, and grinning.

"Nope." Dean could feel his face heating up.

"Looked like you two were having fun."

"Shut up, Sam." Dean growled. His brother just laughed and sat down at his laptop.

"I'll take that as a yes."

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