Another Night
It wasn't until later in the evening that Dean could get up without feeling the need to vomit all over the place, only stumbling slightly as he moved into the kitchen, getting a glass of water and sipping on it tentatively. He only took two small drinks, not wanting to overwhelm his stomach, before he headed further into the house, following the noise of running water that came from the bathroom.
Dean found Castiel with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and his back to Dean, spraying Sam down with the shower head as Sam giggled when he shook his head, water flying everywhere. Instead of announcing his presence, Dean leaned against the doorway, watching the two of them with a soft smile on his face.
Sam saw him first, his eyes lighting up before his smile fell, looking down shyly at his feet. Castiel glanced back after his reaction, his gaze finding Dean's before he gave him a small nod in greeting.
"Feeling better?" Castiel asked, grabbing the shampoo before turning back to what he was doing, pouring a sizeable amount into one hand.
"Fit as a fiddle," Dean replied, though he sat down on the toilet seat, his legs aching with the effort of standing when he felt so weak, "You doin' okay, kiddo?" He asked, turning his attention to Sam, who looked at him almost scared with his doe-like eyes.
"De, you not sick anymore?" Sam asked softly, shuffling towards the edge of the bathtub towards Dean. Dean nodded, reaching out his hand and ruffling Sam's soaked hair.
"I'm feeling much better, Sammy, thanks to you and Cas," Dean replied, his voice warm as Sam's eyes lightened up just a little.
"Dean, could you tell me where the towels are? I'm afraid I couldn't find them," Castiel asked, looking at Dean with a hint of warmth in his eyes that made Dean smile just the littlest bit, standing and moving towards the cabinet where the towels were kept. Finding none, he frowned, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced back to Castiel.
"We don't have any clean ones," Dean muttered, his cheeks flushing with shame when Castiel looked at him with confused eyes, "I...haven't had the chance to do much laundry."
Castiel just offered him a patient smile, standing up and squeezing Dean's shoulder, "It'll be okay, Dean. I'll do your laundry tonight and you can start bringing it over when you bring Sam," He stated, not giving Dean a chance to refuse before he moved towards the door, looking back for just a moment, "I'll grab a towel and some pajamas for you. It didn't escape my attention that you've been out of clean ones."
Dean didn't get to say anything before Castiel exited the bathroom, leaving Dean and Sam alone. Dean looked to Sam, sighing, moving over and crouching in front of the tub, grabbing the shampoo and pouring it on Sam's head. He worked his fingers through his fluffy hair, debating on whether or not he needed to cut the long strands soon.
Sam didn't say much while Castiel was gone, seemingly lost in thought as Dean massaged the soap into his hair before spraying it away. He didn't even giggle like he always did when Dean ran the rag over his ticklish sides, barely jerking at the ticklish touch before looking at Dean with a blank stare.
"De? 'M tired," Sam muttered, shivering slightly when the spray of the shower turned off and left him in the cold air. Dean nodded, pulling Sam close and giving him a gentle hug despite the way he felt the water soaking into his shirt.
"We'll get you into bed soon, buddy," Dean promised, looking back when he heard footsteps and saw Castiel walking into the bathroom with a fluffy gray towel in his hands. Dean lifted Sam out of the tub, his tiny body instantly surrounded by the towel as Castiel wrapped it around him. Dean set him on the ground, smiling at Sam as Castiel went hunting down Sam's pajamas, ruffling the toddler's hair gently.
"You looked like a drowned rat," Dean teased, feeling a little better when Sam finally smiled, pulling the towel closer around him as his hair dripped onto his cloth covered shoulders. He looked up with his wide eyes, that puppy dog look that had Dean whipped in an instant.
"Here are his pajamas," Castiel commented, pulling Dean from his thoughts about how much Sam had actually grown since John had died. Dean took the pajamas from Castiel with a small smile, unwrapping Sam from the towel and pulling his underwear on before reaching for the t-shirt in his lap.
Sam complied with being dressed, a small yawn leaving him as Dean pulled his pants into place, giving him a warm pat on the shoulder before looking up to Castiel, "The guest room is the second door on the right," Dean offered, earning a nod from the older in response.
Dean scooped Sam into his arms, carrying him over to his bedroom, not commenting at how tightly Sam was clutching to his shoulders. When he set him onto his bed, he almost didn't let go, looking at Dean sadly when the older Winchester finally managed to detach his tiny hands and their steel grip.
"What's wrong, Sammy?" Dean asked, frowning a little when Sam shook his head, wriggling under the covers and closing his eyes, like he wouldn't really have to answer if he didn't see Dean, "Sam?"
"'M tired," Sam mumbled, a yawn emphasizing his words. Dean just sighed, brushing back Sam's bangs and giving him a soft kiss on the forehead before stepping back.
"Get to sleep them, kiddo," Dean replied, glancing back at Sam as he headed towards the door. He paused in his step when he saw Sam staring at him, his heart beating a little faster in worry when Sam's eyes cut sideways.
"Love you, De," Sam muttered, his words relaxing Dean just a little.
"Love you too, Sammy. Good night," Dean responded, giving his brother a quirky smile before he switched the off and closed the door, leaving it open just a crack before he headed towards the guest room to make sure Castiel made it without getting lost.
The older man was already sitting in the bed, his back resting against the headboard as he studied the room with fervent interest. Dean flushed, grumbling at the amused look Castiel gave him.
"It was my old bedroom," Dean muttered, looking around the room with a slight wince. It was covered in band and movie posters - and maybe a few video game ones too - with blue walls that looked horrid now that he had aged a few years.
"It's...charming," Castiel stated, his lip twitching as he struggled to keep his amusement to himself. Dean couldn't help but grin when Castiel let out a soft snicker, his own soft laughter joining in when Castiel's laugh grew into a more sincere one.
"I'm sorry, Dean," Castiel finally managed to say once he calmed down, looking at Dean with unbridled affection, "I just never imagined you to have a room like...this."
"Oh, give me a break, Cas," Dean groaned, though there was a teasing in his tone that kept his voice light, "Most of this stuff was in this room before Sam was even born. I was just a dumb teenager."
"I believe twenty should be considered teenage years as well," Castiel replied, earning an indignant look from Dean. However, the younger man just rolled his eyes as he looked at Castiel for a moment, the smile on his face lighting up his features, and he couldn't even remember why Castiel had to stay over in the first place. He was just happy he did.
"Watch it, old man. You'd hate to be beaten by a teenager," Dean teased back softly, watching as Castiel shook his head, his eyes bright and drawing him in like sapphires.
"I hope you have a good sleep, Dean," Castiel finally said as the moment dragged on, finally pulling Dean from his thoughts and making him look down, clearing his throat and nodding.
"Yeah, you too, Cas," Dean replied pushing off the doorframe and giving him one more smile before he was heading to his own room, his heart beating fast for a different reason this time.
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