Top Cas tortures Dean — ripped straight from an old Destiel fic I found on live journal but i tried to make it different while still following the prompt which was: What if Dean was in the hospital and Castiel "punishes" him for getting hurt. This is just me expanding on that idea a little. Enjoy. (Oh also, I was in an anatomy class in high school so the broken bones are super specific -- i just really liked the skeletal system.)

Rating: NC-17
Warnings: strong language, sex, and minor gore

Dean was hunting vampires when he broke his arms.

He broke both the radius and ulna in his right arm, and just the ulna in his left, but it was a compound fracture. He also broke two meta-carpals in his left hand. The vampire had taken his hand and crushed it, and then she snapped his forearm bones.

Dean was down for the count, but luckily Sam was a badass motherfucker and he was able to kill all of the vampires, carry his brother to the car and get them to a hospital. He also prayed to Castiel -- it was the first thing he had done -- but had gotten no answer. So Sam took Dean to a hospital to get his forearms and hand set and casted.

The doctors suspected he had a concussion as well, so they wanted to keep him for two nights for observation. He had a little trouble falling asleep that first night because his boyfriend, the angel Castiel, still hadn't called or popped in or anything. His arms were throbbing they hurt so much, and he was in the middle of a sex dream and couldn't touch himself. His fingers poked out of thick plaster casts, and he could move them, but not at all how he wanted to.

So when he woke up in the middle of the night, painfully hard, and saw Castiel standing at the foot of his bed, he smiled. "Cas, come here," He said quietly.

Castiel didn't move at all. "You're hurt."

"You can fix that," Dean pointed out. "Please come here, I want you." His voice wavered the slightest bit because he was practically shaking with need. Castiel frowned, but took two steps forward so he was standing at the side of Dean's bed. When Dean realized he wasn't going to move anymore, he asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Castiel glared at Dean, with something Dean recognized as angry-sexy eyes. "You got hurt again. I told you not to do that."

"What do you want me to say, Cas?" Dean huffed, and tried to move his body towards Castiel's, to feel some sort of friction. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He was pleading now because he just wanted to feel something.

"You will be sorry," Castiel said in a voice that was even deeper than his normal one. He took off his trench coat and straddled Dean -- but was careful not to touch him at all. Then he just stared at Dean for five minutes straight.

"Cas, please," Dean's voice was low and strained, and when he tried to sit up to kiss his boyfriend, Castiel placed one hand on his chest and kept him down. Dean groaned in frustration, slamming his head back on the pillow. "Please, touch me, angel."

Castiel seemed to perk up very slightly at the pet name -- Dean had never called him that before. So he sat back on his heels, moving so he was between Dean's legs instead of surrounding them. He pulled back the blanket and the boxers, and started with light touches on Dean's thighs.

Dean made a small sound of pleasure, and Castiel pressed his hands into the skin a little firmer. Dean cried out quietly and Castiel immediately pulled away to cover the hunter's mouth. "You have to stay quiet, or I'll have to leave you here."

Dean nodded in understanding. "Please," he said again, because it seemed to be the only thing that might work.

Castiel sat back again and ran the back of his finger's on Dean's stomach, carefully avoiding the erection below. "Promise me," He said forcefully. "That you won't get hurt anymore."

"I promise, Cas," He said quickly.

Castiel narrowed his eyes and pulled his hands away completely. "I don't believe you."

Dean sighed in frustration and painfully lifted one arm to his chest. He made an "x" over his heart. "I cross my heart, and hope to die," He said. "I promise, Cas."

Castiel rolled his eyes and sighed, but when he looked back, Dean knew he was convinced. "Except, don't die," His hands moved to Dean's thighs again, then to his back to help him sit up.

Dean rested his forehead against the angel's, and leaned closer for a kiss. "It's just an expression, Cas," He smiled, and kissed the angel.

Then he was pushed onto his back and overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. Castiel pressed a knee between Dean's legs and wrapped a hand around him, then leaned forward to kiss Dean's torso and neck. His tongue flicked out everywhere and he sucked at the the skin gently, but hard enough to leave marks. Dean wouldn't be surprised if the angel was trying to mark his territory by leaving bruises in the shapes of enochian words. His hand moved swiftly between Dean's legs, and he captured every moan in a kiss. Then when Dean arched up and came, Castiel kissed him one more time before pulling away.

And then he was gone.

***

Dean was mildly upset. He had gotten out of the hospital weeks ago, and the day came when he was finally getting his casts off. And Castiel hadn't shown up once.

Dean was sitting in the doctor's office, watching a tiny saw cut through the plaster around his arms. He was mildly interested, but still upset because Castiel was nowhere to be found. Then the doctor left, and Dean was alone with Sam in the room. "Have you seen Cas since you went in the hospital?" Sam asked.

Dean wanted to sarcastically say, what, since he jerked me off and then bounced? "No," He replied simply instead.

Sam made a sympathetic expression and sighed. "I'm sorry," He replied. He looked away, toward the floor. "Did he say anything that could help us find him?"

"No," Dean shook his head. "It's alright, Sam. I'm sure he'll turn up soon."

Sam nodded. "I hope so. You are pretty terrible when you haven't gotten laid in awhile."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Dean couldn't help but smile as he looked down at his hands. He made them into fists and then opened them and spread out his fingers. He did that a few times, because he was finally normal again. He and Sam got into the Impala and drove to the motel to get a few hours of sleep in before their next case. Sam went to the library, and Dean laid down alone.

He slept restlessly, and woke up when he realized he couldn't move. He opened his eyes to see that he was naked and tied spread eagle to the bed posts. Castiel was standing to his side. "Damn it, Cas," He looked up at the blue eyes. "Did you do this?"

Castiel nodded once. "I thought you might enjoy it."

Dean made a confused expression, and shook his head. "When I'm in the right mood, sure," He tried to sit up or wriggle free, but those knots were tight. "But you can't just show up and --"

Castiel interrupted him with a deep, open mouthed kiss. He reached over and untied Dean's hands as they kissed, and the newly healed arms curled around the angel's body. Castiel slipped his tongue between Dean's lips and the hunter moaned into his mouth. Castiel pulled away very briefly and started taking off his clothes. "I'm sorry I've been away," He untied Dean's feet, and the hunter curled his legs into his body and sat up. "I don't like seeing you injured, Dean."

Castiel started to unbutton his shirt, and took off his tie, tossing it unceremoniously to the floor. "Cas," Dean put his hand on Castiel's to stop his fingers. "I'm sorry," He said sincerely. "I promise to be more careful."

Blue eyes met green, and their fingers laced together. "I believe you."

"I'm glad," Dean smiled genuinely, and Castiel's eyes dropped to the brand new scars on Dean's left arm, from where his ulna broke through. He touched it very lightly, running one finger over it. Dean watched him, and continued unbuttoning his shirt for him. "Touch me, angel," he said softly, leaning close to Castiel's ear to make the angel shiver.

Castiel kissed his boyfriend, not hesitating at all this time.

They pulled away and peeled off their clothes, kissing lips and necks and shoulders. Castiel pulled away from the kiss, and put two fingertips on Dean's lips. "Open," He said. Dean obliged, and Castiel wet his fingers. Then he leaned Dean back and circled his rim with one finger, pushing it in slowly.

Dean gasped and kissed Castiel, pushing onto his finger more. Castiel added another, stroking from the inside, and Dean moaned a little. He leaned his head back on the pillow, and wrapped his limbs around the angel. Dean rocked his hips back and forth onto Castiel's fingers, and the angel added a third. Dean cried out and his body went completely limp. Everything except his dick.

"Ah, Cas," He moaned again, louder, and reached for the angel, between his legs. He squeezed slightly and it was Castiel's turn to gasp. "Now, please."

Castiel nodded, flipping Dean over, and pulled his fingers out. He pumped himself a few times, then slid into Dean. The hunter made a surprised noise in his throat, and clenched the sheets in his fists. "Bend your knees for me," Castiel leaned forward and whispered in Dean's ear. He stilled and moved with Dean as he bent his knees, raising his waist higher in the air. "Good."

Castiel started to move again, and he was able to hit that spot in Dean, making him yelp. He pressed his chest into Dean's back, and reached around to his front, stroking Dean in time with his thrusts. Dean reached back and squeezed Castiel's knee, panting heavily, and unable to get any words of praise out. Dean came first, onto the comforter. "Ah -- good," He panted.

Castiel kissed the back of his neck and held his stomach, rocking Dean back onto him. "Almost," He said breathlessly, kissing the back of Dean's neck again. Dean was still coming down, but deliriously rocked back to help Castiel come. When he did, he coated Dean's insides and moaned loudly.

***

Sam came back to the motel room when it was dark outside. Dean was asleep, wearing only boxers, and his arms were wrapped tightly around the half naked angel next to him. Castiel was on his side, hugging Dean's waist. He looked over his shoulder at Sam.

"Hey, Cas," He said in a half-whisper. Dean slept through anything.

"Hello," Castiel replied. "Did you find useful information?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded, setting his stuff down and kicking off his shoes. He got into bed, with his body facing his brother and the angel. "Did you have fun?"

Castiel blushed faintly. "Yes," He answered. "I feel bad that I wasn't here before. Was he angry?"

Sam propped himself on his elbow. "No, he knew you would come back. He's always gonna have faith in you, Cas."

"I'm glad," He looked back to Dean, sleeping soundly against the angel's chest.

"Cas," Sam said, earning the angel's eye contact again. "Do you love him?"

Castiel looked back at Dean, and shook him very lightly. He didn't stir. "Yes."

Sam paused for a few moments. "Good night, Cas."

"Sleep well, Sam."

Dean opened his eyes and kissed his angel. "Good night, Sam." Sam smiled to himself and turned away, closing his eyes to go to sleep. Castiel met eyes with Dean, and smiled sheepishly. Dean raised his eyebrows at Castiel. He whispered, "Did you mean that?"

Castiel nodded. "I did," He whispered back.

Dean was happy, really happy. His angel had never said those words before, not to Dean. Dean kissed his angel again, pushing his tongue in so show his happiness. He pulled back before Castiel could moan, and whispered so quietly, so Sam couldn't hear, "I love you, too, you know."

"I know."

Thank you for reading. If you have any ideas or requests, please comment below and I'll write about it. See you next time.