come out of the garden, baby (closed)

[depressant]

WHO: castiel (au) & dean winchester
WHEN: during/after the mingle
WHERE: the hospital
WHAT: dean broke his leg, cas is under the weather
NOTES\WARNINGS: nothing outside of the setting

Castiel just couldn't get warm. Not since he'd been borne up out of the water by those slick black tentacles, by that void-fathomless creature. He'd grit his teeth and bore it up until the point Connor had helped him find his way to the hospital and its bright lights, but he was flagging hard by the time that they arrived, giving the doctors and nurses plenty of reason to do their handiwork. Once they had time to see him, he'd been checked over and administered bedrest and a regimen of antibiotics which they hooked to his arm through a tube that attached to an IV on the other end.

His symptoms were the first sign of fever, of course, and they explained to him that pneumonia was a real concern for near-drowning victims. He wasn't going to argue. He found Dean a while after being checked in to make sure that he was all right— and then let himself to succumb to the order for bedrest.

A few days later, and he's feeling considerably better, but he still gets tired faster than he should when he pushes himself up and out of bed. He doesn't mind, though. As boring as it is, Dean will be here longer, and he doesn't want to leave him alone.

After he has breakfast, he washes up and ties his hospital gown tight around himself to go see how Dean is doing on this fine, dreary day.

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[venatoris]

[ It’s so unbelievably boring.

Dean is crawling the walls at this point, ready to just jailbreak the place and hobble home to the bunker. He can sit in bed there as easy as he can sit in bed here, risks be damned.

The pain meds are nice, though.

He’s cranky when Cas appears at the door, flipping through a book he’d managed to get a hold of, but he obviously isn’t really reading anything. There’s no TVs, the walls white and rooms clinical, and Dean is slowly losing his mind. ]

Hey. [ He snaps the book shut, tosses it aside and sits up. ] What do you say we break out and get the hell outta here?

[depressant]

[ castiel is less bored than someone might expect of him. patience is a virtue that he's clung to, desperate to retain any past shred of dignity. but still, he doesn't mind putting on a show for dean, so dean doesn't have to feel quite so alone.

leaning in the doorway, castiel laughs under his breath. ]

You sure you want to give up the drugs?

[venatoris]

That’s what liquors for.

[ Except it’s kind of a long ass trek back, and the impala is at the bunker, so it’s not like they can simply drive.

He gestures Cas in. ]

C’mon in, welcome to paradise. How’re you holding up?

[depressant]

I've found it doesn't have quite the same effect.

[ castiel comes where he's beckoned, perching on the edge of dean's bed, on dean's good side. ]

I'm fine. Tired.

[ his mouth twists, making obvious his disappointment. of all the things he hates about being mortal, the ability to tire may be the worst. ]

You?

[venatoris]

Cold.

[ it’s a valid gripe, hospitals are always cold, keeps disease spread down but that doesn’t mean he likes it. ]

And tired. Hungry for my own cooking and real food. I’m gonna make a feast when I get out of here.

[depressant]

Do you need another blanket?

[ he knows there are extras. he has a few in his own room, because he kept complaining about the chill— though no matter how many he piled over his prone body, he seemed to remain.

castiel's lips twitch at the corners. ]

I'm looking forward to that.

[venatoris]

Nah, I'm good. C'mon, lay down - body heats better than a crappy hospital blanket.

[ He slaps the mattress and scoots best he can, groaning as he moves his bad leg out of the way. ]/s,all>

Tell me about it. I'm gonna make burgers, chili, fries...maybe some pizza. Whatever I can get my hands on.

[depressant]

[ castiel gives a grunt of an answer and complies, levering himself down into the space that dean vacates for him. turned toward dean, he rests his head against his pillow after grabbing the blanket to pull it up over both of their bodies, his bent knees pressing into dean's thighs. it doesn't take long for the air beneath the blanket to warm with the heat from their bodies. ]

Burgers. I haven't had a burger in—

[ he can't even remember. he hates that he can't remember how long it's been, but he supposes it gets the point across and all. ]

—Well, it's been a while.

[venatoris]

[ Gay as it is, it's much better. So much better. He wriggles a little, trying to get closer, but with a heavy cast he has to stay on his back. ]

Me either. Stuck on that friggin' ship, now this place...haven't been able to get to the store.

[ like, where the meat comes from he doesn't know and he is not going to be asking, either. ]

And pie. We're gonna have pie. [ He turns his face, peers at Cas. ] Got any requests?

[depressant]

For... pie?

[ he notices dean's wiggle. he hesitates and then moves closer where dean can't, letting his shins wedge up against his legs and his knuckles brush his side. his chin is almost resting on his chest, eyelids heavy with some sort of satisfaction, though there's a tension in the muscles of his face despite it, like he's waiting to be pushed away— denied. ]

Isn't apple your favorite?

[venatoris]

For anything. But yeah, apple is top tier. The best.

[ Definitely his favorite.

And it gets gayer, but he's warm, and Cas is toasty against his side. A solid presence that he's found he's missed over the last however many days.

Nothing to really linger on, right? ]

What do you want me to cook for you?

[depressant]

Uh—

[ for him? castiel blinks. his chest tightens, flooding with warmth, and his cheeks pinken faintly in sympathy. beneath the halogen lights his complexion is washed out, the color nearly indistinguishable. ]

Burgers?

[ he already said that. ]

I've... never had chili.

[venatoris]

I'll make both. My chili is great.

[ Pretty damn spicy, though. Hope Cas has some kind of tolerance... ]

You'll like it. [ Hopefully.

He could sure go for some of it now in this cold ass room, and he's shifting his good leg closer, pressing it against Cas best he can for the heat. ]

later on—

[venatoris]

[ Eventually, at some point, Dean gets his leg healed and escapes the hospital with one (1) wayward angel in tow.

The hospital isn’t exactly close to the bunker, but it’s doable, people do it all the time from farther distances. So he hauls Cas back until they’re at the door, and he reaches to unlock it, gesturing Cas in. ]

We’ll get you a key made. Go on in.

[depressant]

[ cas is glad to finally be introduced to the bunker. from the outside it doesn't look like much, but when castiel sees it he sees something sturdy, safe. he smiles when dean mentions making him a key, and ducks inside to see the place open up before his eyes.

the spiral staircase, the lit map table, the glimpse library beyond. he can tell just from this view how expansive it is, and his lips part a little bit with awe. he glances to dean before turning to make his way down the stairs, sliding his palm all the way down the guardrail. ]

I get to pick my own room?

[venatoris]

[ It’s definitely bigger than it looks, and far nicer than the outside presents. Not that Dean would’ve minded a military style bunker, he’s slept in worse, but this is incredible. He got to nest here, it’s- ]

Home sweet home. Pick any room you want, sweetheart. The bunker is your oyster.

[depressant]

[ it is incredible. he'd never turn his nose up at his cabin— plenty of people got a lot less— and bobby's house was a home, for a while. but this is... luxury. at least, to someone like him. to someone like them.

his eyes dart to dean, widening a little. his face pinks under the lights, and he trips over the last step, but catches himself on the handrail. ]

Th— Thanks.

[venatoris]

Careful. You don’t want to fall down these steps.

[ He reaches out, hand on Cas’ shoulder to steady him. ]

Wanna do that first, or do you want the five cent tour? [ he grins. ] We have a dungeon.

[depressant]

[ castiel whips his head around, either at the word dungeon or dean's hand on his shoulder. ]

What kind of dungeon?

[venatoris]

A sex one.

[ he winks, then laughs at himself. he’s so funny. don’t worry about the fact he was once a victim of that demon trap. ]

Nah, kidding - it’s got a big demon trap in it, but mostly it’s full of archives.

[depressant]

[ his eyes widen. hard to say if it's shock or anticipation, and if the follow up is relief or disappointment. either way, he coughs a laugh, nudging dean awkwardly with his elbow. ]

Maybe you should repurpose it into a sex one. I doubt you're gonna find any demons here.

bang

[venatoris]

[ He snorts, squeezes Cas’ shoulder and moves around him. ]

You never know. C’mon, let’s go pick your room.

bang

[depressant]

Okay.

[ he follows dean through the map room into the library, which he rubbernecks until they reach the door to the hallway that houses the dormitory. ]

Where's your room?

bang on the door baby

[venatoris]

[ He perks up like a kid and darts into the hall, hurrying down until he skids to a stop in front of his room. ]

Here. I’ve been living in here a couple years now. Didn’t make the bed this morning so don’t mind that.

heh

[depressant]

[ castiel peers in, curious beyond what he shows on his face. he sees dean's room, with his decor, and his record player, and his memory foam mattress, one of his jackets hung up over the back of his desk chair, and his face softens. his heart softens. he shoots dean a glance and a smile. ]

I like it.

[ he studies it a moment more, but then turns away to look at the hall— he isn't here to take a tour of dean's room, after all. he's supposed to be choosing his own.

he gestures to the room directly across from dean's. ]

Is that one taken?