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Imagine a newly human Cas woken up by a cramp in his leg in the middle of the night.
The pain is so intense he can’t help screaming and he starts panicking. What’s happening to him?
Seconds later, Dean barges into the room, gun in hand, ready to kill whatever mofo is trying to hurt his ex-angel. When he realizes what’s going on, he drops the gun and rushes to Cas’ side. He helps him position his leg, makes him grab his toes to stretch his aching muscles, tells him he’s gonna be okay.
He runs to the kitchen to get a bag of frozen peas, wraps it in a dish towel and runs back to the bedroom to place it under Cas’ calf. He sits down on the edge of the bed and starts digging his fingers into the tight knot, his touch gentle, his voice soothing, his concerned eyes never straying from Cas’ contorted face. The tension eases off his shoulders as he feels the muscles slowly relax under his hands and sees the pain and fear leave those big blue eyes.
Ashamed, Cas hastily wipes the tears he hadn’t meant to shed.
“I’m sorry I panicked and woke you up, Dean. I thought I was going to lose my leg.”
Dean doesn’t even try to hide the soft smile sneaking onto his lips. He just discards the bag of peas on the floor and reaches up to cup Cas’ cheek, brushing away the small tears caught in his stubble.
“Don’t sweat it, angel face.”
His hand is cold but Cas leans into the touch, skin crinkling around his eyes.
They find the bag of peas in a puddle of water the next morning.