Can you make some werewolf au, protective and whatever kik you think in the moment 😍👌👌👌
Cas clutches the wound at his arm. It’s deep enough that it’s bleeding more than he’d like, but not so deep that he’s worried about it.
At least not when he has something much worse to worry about.
“Dean,” he says gently. If he’s quiet, careful, maybe he can soothe the werewolf instincts that have Dean foaming at the mouth and barking mindlessly into the dark.
Dean, predictably ignores him. He’s agitated, bouncing back and forth in his wolf form. Half of him wants to chase after the creature that’d hurt Cas, the other half won’t leave his mate unguarded. Certainly not while Cas is bleeding and clearly defenseless.
“Dean,” he tries again. It’d be hard enough to calm Dean down if he were in his human form, but in his wolf form, it might be impossible. So long as he can smell Cas’ blood, it’s basically pointless. Unless of course he can appeal to the rational part of Dean, the part that’s always lurking below the surface, even at the height of the full moon.
Cas takes a few hesitant steps forward. Dean whirls around, his howls dying away only to be replaced with urgent yips.
No no no, he can almost hear Dean say. You’re hurt, don’t move, stay still, I’ll take care of you.
“It was my fault that ghoul attacked me. I scared it. It was just defending itself.” At the mention of the ghoul, Dean’s hackles rise and he lets out a deep, resonant growl. “It was my fault,” he repeats forcefully. “You did a good job protecting me.”
Dean’s wolf form makes a sound that’s almost like a sneeze. It’s one Cas has learned means disagreement and bewilderment.
“You did,” Cas says with a smile. He sits down in the leaves a few feet away from Dean, offering up his arm. “See?”
Dean bounds forward, sniffling at the wound and licking away the blood. It stings a little, but Cas allows it. Dean won’t be satisfied until he’s sure Cas is okay.
He snorts, a sign that he isn’t happy but he’ll accept Cas’ praise.
“Always so skeptical,” Cas teases. He finally starts to bind the wound with a piece of Dean’s ruined clothing. “So what’s the plan? Do you need to hunt tonight-”
Cas is cut off as Dean, huge werewolf that is his husband, wraps protectively around Cas and nuzzles into his ear. He keens deeply before licking and nipping at him.
Cas sighs deeply, though he’s actually quite touched that Dean wants to spend the time with him.
“A whole evening of werewolf snuggles?”
Dean nods.
“Here in the middle of the woods?”
More human-minded than before, Dean gives a nod that brushes his fur up and down Cas’ head. It tickles enough that Cas lets out a laugh.
“Alright, then. Let’s get comfortable.”
