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Exceptions

A/N: Sorry if this seems a little basic, buuuut I do what I please with this book 😊. There will be a special Valentine's Day destiel part, if you want to suggest one or a Johnlock/Phan Valentine's Day fic please leave a comment and I will do my best to make it happen.

Dean sat in the bunker with his feet resting on top of the middle table in the bunker's library. It had been a long hunt and he was ready to eat his burger and then sleep for a week. He had always hated wendigo cases, the things were too damn fast, plus there was that nasty gash down his side that he'd "forgotten" to mention to Sam.

He leaned back a bit but winced as his injured side tugged where his weak scab was. It felt like he'd need stitches, he had been running full speed at the time he'd gotten it, and hadn't really had the chance to move it carefully since then. Sighing with annoyance he gave his side, which was now slowly seeping blood, a long look.

Well... Sammy was in bed, and if there wasn't anyone around to lecture him about "how he should say something when this sort of crap happened" Dean could just as well give himself some DIY first-aid. First things first, he had to shed his many layers, it was the middle of winter and the bunkers heating system wasn't exactly world-class, so Dean wasn't thrilled as first his jacket, then his flannel came off.

"Hello Dean."

Dean turned to his left and saw Castiel standing in the archway, trying to conceal his wounded side, Dean gave the Angel a large smile.

"Cas! Glad you're here, now that heaven and hell are pretty quiet I was wondering when you'd pop up"

Cas looked pleased that Dean had thought of seeing him, and the hunter smiled to himself, Cas was a huge comfort to him. Maybe as even more than a friend.... But feelings were never deans strong point.

Looking at his side once more, Dean winced again at the extent of his gash. It was slit and bleeding all the way from the bottom of his right peck, and angled diagonally down to about his belt line. The cut was deep enough to become a concern given enough time so he needed to do something about it, and fast, he could feel himself getting woozy with blood loss.

"Dean. What's wrong?"

Cas began to walk over, concern etched onto his face. Dean held up a hand and gave another grin,

"I'm fine buddy, it's nothing"

Dean stood up and clenched his right arm to his side to cover his wound. He didn't want to worry Cas, with all he had been through recently Dean didn't want to add to his angels worries... Wait, his angels? That didn't sound too bad actually.

As he walked by Cas, Dean was stopped and his right arm pried gently away from his side.

"You're hurt!" Cas gave him a disapproving stare, "Dean. You should have told me about this."

"Cas I'm fine. Let me fix this myself, you're still recharging right now."

Dean walked slowly into the kitchen, Cas followed. The Angel had felt an odd thrill go through him when Dean had admitted why he had kept quiet. He cared about Cas, and that was more than enough to give the Angel the strength to do anything, heal any wound, and fly any distance.

Dean stripped off his torn shirt, hissing as the dried blood tugged at his skin. Cas walked over, he softly pulled the fabric from around the cut off of the damaged skin, and Dean used his good arm to pull it off so his shirt was only hanging off his right arm. Cas took the sleeve and finished removing the shirt, deans torso on full display, amazingly carved with the exception of the ragged gash in his side.

The Angel tried to stop his eyes from wandering over deans chest. Even though he had healed the hunter's body when he had raised Dean from perdition, it was still like seeing a masterpiece for the first time when he saw Dean. He stopped looking when Dean spoke,

"Like what you see?"

Dean smirked when he saw Cas observing his injury. He flushed a bit at the response,

"Of course. Your body is.... Amazing"

"Well... Uhhh"

Dean turned to the cupboard behind him to give himself something to do. He hadn't felt this way for a long time, not since he had last been with Lisa... Actually, not since he had last seen Cas. Trying to get ahold of himself Dean opened the cabinet and found the needle, alcohol, string, and the other alcohol the brothers only used for washing a wound. He placed the items on the table and went to the stove to sterilize his needle. Before he got there, however, he felt a cool hand on his side and felt the throbbing pain recede until it was no more.

Dean looked down to see Cas's hand was resting where the gash used to be and he looked at the Angel, annoyed.

"I thought I told you to save your strength"

"When have we ever listened to what the other person has said?"

Cas arched his eyebrow leavin his hand on deans bare skin. That one, tiny, movement pushed dean over the edge. He lunged forward and connected his lips with Castiel's. After a long moment, they pulled away and stared at each other.

"I though you didn't 'swing that way'"

"You're the exception Cas"

Another kiss followed, this one gentler, and with Dean cradling the back of Cas's neck in his left hand. They stood together in the kitchen for a long time. Both of them seeing, for the first time, that they were the only exceptions to each other's rules.