I know I haven’t updated in a few weeks, but I haven’t forgotten about this! I’m going on vacation next week and from now until then, it’s gonna be pretty busy for me. There’s a nice amount of submissions that I need to publish, as well as my own headcanons, and if I get the time in the next few days or so, I’ll be sure to make a start on those.
When I do come back from vacation, I’m thinking of possibly getting some extra help in running this blog. If any Dean/Castiel fans are interested in that, drop me a line and I’ll get back to you!
When Castiel fell he became hypersensitive to pain, having never truly experienced all its infinite nuances through a frail human nervous system. When he broke his foot he was inconsolable, a trembling, moaning, delirious wreck. Dean gave him every medication he could find. He exhausted the camp’s entire supply. They lost three men to the virus on a raid of an abandoned hospital off the border, just to scrounge the last morphine supplies for a hundred miles. And when the medication stopped working Dean gave him everything he could, he gave him endorphins the only way he knew how. He made Cas feel good with the last tools in his armory, with tongue and hands and body heat, and only then was he calm.
As soon as he healed Castiel began feeding his own addictions. Every time Dean catches Cas popping a pill, or washing up for an orgy, he feels guilty and glad, because he knows at least one of them’s not hurting anymore.
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