SPN Comment Fic
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shanachie_quillPrompt: Supernatural, Dean and Sam and Cas, taking care of Cas after "The Song Remains The Same"
Dean grunted as he helped Sam heave their angelic pain in the ass onto a bed. Michael might have healed Sam, but it appeared he hadn’t felt the need to help his own brother. Surveying the comatose angel, he asked his brother, “What the hell are we going to with him?”
Sam opened his mouth to answer when Castiel abruptly sat up and began to spout something in Enochian before falling back onto the bed. He twitched once before his eyes rolled back into his head and he began to shake. “Recovery position,” Sam barked.
The two brothers snapped into action, rolling Cas onto his side and holding him there until the seizure passed. “So I’m thinking that’s not good?” Dean guessed after it finished and they carefully moved him back.
Sam glared at the older man. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
“Hey, you’re the college boy.”
“Pre-law, Dean, not pre-med,” Sam pointed out. “You’re the one with the field medicine knowledge.”
Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I know jack shit about angels and meat suits. How would I know why he’s doing what he’s doing?”
“You’re the one that insisted I do surgery on you in Gabriel’s reality. I think you can figure it out,” Sam responded. “At least we can clean him up.”
“You do that. I’m gonna go get some food and scout around,” Dean grumbled, grabbing the Impala keys and slamming out of the room before Sam could reply.
When Dean returned, Castiel was blood-free and seemed to be resting peacefully. Sam looked up, bitch-face in place. “I think we should watch him in shifts for the night. He hasn’t seized since you left, but there’s no telling if he will again.” He grabbed the second pillow from the bed the angel lay on before dropping onto the other bed. “You can have the first shift.”
Dean looked from the food to his brother and back again as he realized the other Winchester was actually going to sleep. “Hey, why do I have first shift? I’m the one that got thrown through a window and dealt with a pissed off archangel.”
Sam cracked one eye open. “I died.”
Dean’s mouth gaped open as his brother turned his back to him. There was no argument with that one that Dean could win. Game, set, match.
Dean grunted as he helped Sam heave their angelic pain in the ass onto a bed. Michael might have healed Sam, but it appeared he hadn’t felt the need to help his own brother. Surveying the comatose angel, he asked his brother, “What the hell are we going to with him?”
Sam opened his mouth to answer when Castiel abruptly sat up and began to spout something in Enochian before falling back onto the bed. He twitched once before his eyes rolled back into his head and he began to shake. “Recovery position,” Sam barked.
The two brothers snapped into action, rolling Cas onto his side and holding him there until the seizure passed. “So I’m thinking that’s not good?” Dean guessed after it finished and they carefully moved him back.
Sam glared at the older man. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
“Hey, you’re the college boy.”
“Pre-law, Dean, not pre-med,” Sam pointed out. “You’re the one with the field medicine knowledge.”
Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I know jack shit about angels and meat suits. How would I know why he’s doing what he’s doing?”
“You’re the one that insisted I do surgery on you in Gabriel’s reality. I think you can figure it out,” Sam responded. “At least we can clean him up.”
“You do that. I’m gonna go get some food and scout around,” Dean grumbled, grabbing the Impala keys and slamming out of the room before Sam could reply.
When Dean returned, Castiel was blood-free and seemed to be resting peacefully. Sam looked up, bitch-face in place. “I think we should watch him in shifts for the night. He hasn’t seized since you left, but there’s no telling if he will again.” He grabbed the second pillow from the bed the angel lay on before dropping onto the other bed. “You can have the first shift.”
Dean looked from the food to his brother and back again as he realized the other Winchester was actually going to sleep. “Hey, why do I have first shift? I’m the one that got thrown through a window and dealt with a pissed off archangel.”
Sam cracked one eye open. “I died.”
Dean’s mouth gaped open as his brother turned his back to him. There was no argument with that one that Dean could win. Game, set, match.
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