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You groaned in a low tone, curling your legs up to your chest, doing just about anything to ease your pain. Though the red evil came an entire week of each month, the first day was always sheer torment for you. The boys had already told you to stick back, knowing that your weekly gift would give the werewolves the hint that the three of you were coming after all.
They had begrudgingly left the naïve angel with the deep blue pooled eyes to watch over you for the time that they were on their case, though you felt uncomfortable enough as is without your little crush seeing you in your weakened state. You crossed your fingers that maybe Castiel would get busy with some business in heaven and leave you be during your first day of torment. All hope was lost as you heard the squeaking turn of the door knob, and you refused to meet the angel's handsome gaze.
"Y/N?!" Castiel said in a fluster, immediately retreating over to your side. You could not blame the naïve angel, after all, he had never dealt with a woman's time of the month after all. Without any knowledge of it, it would simply look as if you were writhing in pain, utterly in distress. "What's wrong? Do you need me to heal you? Do you need me to call Sam and Dean?"
You sighed in aggravation, taking a bored look at the angel through your pain. "Cas, relax," you said in a stern tone, your lips curled into a frown. "I'm fine, just if you could get me some tea, that'd be great."
His deep blue eyes trailed you with concern, but he reluctantly nodded, disappearing and reappearing in mere moments with a cup of hot (y/f) tea. You gave him a weak smile, before propping yourself up in a position that you would be able to sip your tea, doing so slowly to avoid burning yourself. The hot liquid passing through your body seemed to calm you a bit, though you were still in immense pain nonetheless. "Are you sure you won't let me heal you?" He asked, giving you another concerned look. "I'm sensing that you're bleeding."
You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your tea. "No, Cas, I don't want to sit here and explain periods to you, but its normal," you said with a light tinge of blush upon your face, feeling awkward as is.
As if he was not even listening, he placed his fingers to your forehead and attempted to do so regardless. You felt a surge of warmth pass through your body, and to your surprise, the pain you were feeling prior had seemed to disappear. Realizing this, you sat a great deal more comfortably, and patted the spot next to you for him to sit on the bed with you. "You're still bleeding," he said uncomfortably.
"Human females bleed for a week each month," you said sighing, still urging him to sit beside you. "Thank you for getting rid of the pain, though. Sit with me and we can watch Netflix or something."
He smiled brightly, almost with childlike wonder before he sat beside you. You flipped Netflix onto a scary movie and the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching the movie together.
As the two of you neared the murderer going after the victims, his gravely voice popped back up. "Why does she stop at every door instead of simply running down the hallway?" He said with furrowed brows, watching as the character kept slowing herself down by checking every door and screaming for help at the top of her lungs.
"Because, Cas, this is a movie," you replied, a gentle laugh coming after your words, your lips forming an amused smile.
"But, if she just ran, she would have a better chance of escaping," he countered.
You nodded, taking the moment to unconsciously lean into the angel, resting your head upon his shoulder. "I know, but if she doesn't die, then that would ruin the horror of the movie."
"Oh," Castiel replied, seemingly speechless, but at a second glance, it was not your answer that left him so. It was the odd feeling that he was getting having you leaning upon his vessel that left him speechless, and he indulged in a gentle peek over at your tiring frame as you leaned upon him. He did not shrug away, and yet he did not draw you closer either. There was something odd about it, and he did not understand it himself, so he just allowed you to share his personal space, using him as a pillow.
The movie continued on, and plenty of obvious questions popped into his head, but each time he thought about voicing his thoughts, he stopped himself. He could see you slowly drifting to sleep, the warmth of his body making you feel all the more comfortable as the two of you watched the movie together. While you were still focused upon the movie, you would jump here and there at the jump scares, but as you were beginning to drift between consciousness and not, you were no longer jumping, even at the most disturbing parts.
Before he knew it, you were completely asleep upon him, your head shifting from his head to his chest. He gently lowered himself so the two of you were lying upon your bed, being incredibly careful as to not disturb your sleeping frame. With you fully asleep, he did manage to sneak an arm around your frame, holding you protectively as you slept upon him.
Though he was not sure what he was feeling, be it what humans call love or even affection, he realized that what he was feeling was positive. You lying in his arms felt right to him, and he allowed you to sleep as he listened to your shallow breaths, counting each and every one. If this was what this apparent period week would consist of, he was willing to be there through it all.