You opened your eyes to see a bland white ceiling. It didn't take you long to guess where you were. The IV in one arm and heart rate monitor quickly confirmed your guess. You pushed yourself up in your bed and then heard a familiar and soothing voice nearby.
"I'm so glad you're awake." The voice belonged to Cas and when you turned to look at him he had a teary smile on his face, but his brow was still creased with worry.
"Cas," you breathed, smiling back and relaxing some, now that you knew he was nearby.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, getting up and coming over to stand at the side of your bed.
"Okay, I guess. All things considered..."
He looked grim for a moment, his mouth turning down in a regretful frown. "I'm sorry I couldn't—I wish I could just—"
"I know. It's okay," you said, reassuring him. Without his grace, you knew how helpless he felt. To sit by when you were hurt so seriously, at first not even knowing if you'd pull through, had been agony for the angel. Glancing around, looking for signs of Sam and Dean, you finally noticed the bouquets of flowers and cards that seemed littered across every surface. "...where'd this all come from?" you asked with surprise.
"Well... you have admirers, apparently."
You noted that he didn't seem particularly happy about it.
"Obviously we tried to keep everything that happened a complete secret. So, naturally it leaked out into the hunting community," Cas explained. "These all started showing up the day after you arrived here." He fiddled with a stray leaf that had dropped off the nearest bouquet.
You quirked an eyebrow up at the somewhat sour expression on his face. "Cas..." He looked over at you again, his blue eyes as bright as ever. "Do you really think I'm suddenly going to fall for some random hunter because they sent me a bunch of flowers or a cheesy 'get well' card?"
He looked a little stunned. The angel tended to forget that you were far better at reading him than most.
"You're the one who was sitting here at my bedside, as I'm sure you have been this whole time," you said, giving him a fond smile. "If you still haven't figured it out, I only have eyes for you. I guess something about almost dying makes me want to tell you very clearly."
Cas gulped. A weight seemed to lift off him.
You shifted yourself over carefully to make a little room on the edge of your bed. "Come sit up here with me. Please?"
He would never refuse such a request, especially with you still looking small in the hospital bed and a little pale. All he wanted was to be by your side and make sure you felt safe and cared for.
Prompt: "...where did all this come from?" / "You have admirers, apparently."