“Ugh, Dean.” Castiel moaned. 

“I know Cas, but we’re almost there.” Dean comforted him. He would never admit it to himself, but Cas moaning like that, even in pain, was hot. 

Ugh, keep it together, Dean! Cas is a dude. He doesn't swing that way. Stop thinking about him like that! he reminded himself, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. 

“Look, here’s the exit. We’ll be back home in half an hour. We’ll get you fixed up there. Hang in there, Baby.” Dean winced as the words fell out of his mouth.

Cas’ expression changed from pain, to confusion, to shock, and Dean cursed himself for slipping up like that.

“Dean-“

“Cas, another time, ok? When you aren’t covered in blood.” Dean told him softly

“Of course, Dean, but we are going to talk.”