"Imagine Dean going blind on a hunt and you teasing/occasionally helping him out until you manage to find a cure" - requested on Tumblr

Bloody witches. You'd had enough of them now. Smiting the last one, you turned around to find Sam crouched on the floor half cradling Dean.

"I can't see!" Dean shouted out.

"Shit." You ran over and looked into the now clouded green eyes.

"Let's get him back to the bunker, maybe we can get hold of Cas." Sam lugged his brother over his shoulder, and started towards the Impala. Dean shouting profanities at him.

"Sam, you drive. I'll shut Dean up." You slid into the backseat, as Sam lay Dean across it, his head resting on your lap.

"I hate witches. I'm gonna fucking kill that bitch." Dean muttered.

"You might be a little late for that."

"Then I'll kill every other witch."

"/Watch/ out for Crowley when you go after Rowena then."

You heard Sam try to mask his laugh. You grinned yourself, as Dean slapped you.

"You've got to /see/ sense Dean, imagine how many witches there are out there."

"This isn't funny, (Y/N)."

Sam laughed again in the front.

"It's not her/his/their fault they don't need to /look/ far for jokes, Dean." You laughed at the face Dean pulled at Sam's comment.

"But what am I gonna do?! I can't watch Dr Sexy MD anymore!"

"Or read 'Busty Asian Beauties" You interjected. Laughing at Dean's pout.

The rest of the trip back to the bunker was uneventful. Dean still pouting in the back.

****

You walked back to the main room, large volume in hand.

"Dean, did you see where Sam went?"

"Really?" The eldest Winchester looked up to where your voice had come from.

"Couldn't resist. Anyway, come have a look at this, it might be able to help."

"Screw you, (Y/N)"

****

It had been 4 days and Cas still hadn't turned up. A routine had established itself; Sam would help Dean into his clothing in a morning then breakfast, you would be at his side the rest of the morning and through lunch, Sam would then take over again in the afternoon and again put him to bed, evenings were spent as a group.

You wandered into the kitchen, expecting to find Sam, but instead was greeted with Dean's back. And the smell of tomatoes.

"Dean?" You asked hesitantly, unsure as to what the hell Dean thought he was doing. "You okay?"

"Has Cas turned up?"

"No?"

"Then no. I'm not okay." You Dean huff and you came nearer; now you could see what was in front Dean.

"What are you doing, Dean?"

"Making coffee."

"Um... That's soup mix."

"... That explains it." Dean left a gap before he replied, his listed eyes glancing downward towards his cup filled with a very milky tomato soup with a sugary aftertaste.

You laughed and set to work making Dean and yourself a cup of actual coffee each.

****

Luckily, Cas chose the soup/coffee incident as his cue, arriving in the early hours of the evening.

"(Y/N), Sam, Dean." Cas nodded at each of you in turn.

"Heya, Cas." Sam walked over to pull Cas into a quick hug. Dean just looked the happiest since he was blinded.

"What seems to be the matter?" The still oblivious Angel walked further into the middle of the room. Anxiously looking between the three of you.

" I'm blind, Cas." Dean said lowly.

"We hoped you could help?" Sam asked, pulling his puppy eyes.

"Of course, anything for you, Dean." Cas walked forward to stand in front of Dean, his hand touching the eldest Winchester's forehead.

You smirked, deciding you'd tease him about Cas later.