When Cas gets to the bunker, newly human and ravenous, he’s all banged up and covered in scrapes. Some of them are a few days old, some of them clearly newer. None of them look like they’ve been cared for. So once Cas is all freshly showered and working on his third burrito, Dean quietly goes and fetches one of the first aid kits.
“Where’d you get that?” he asks, perching in the chair next to Cas. Cas looks up, burrito halfway in his mouth.
“Geh whuff?”
And Dean can’t help his grin or the squeezing feeling in his chest. “On your eyebrow there,” he gestures.
Cas puts down the burrito and glances up as if he could see his own eyebrow. “I was looking for a place to sleep,” he says around his mouthful. “It was dark. I um… Hit my head on a support structure.”
Dean winces. “Ouch. Well. Here, let me –”
Just taking care of you….
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