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When Bad Goes To Worse
"Dean, listen to me."
"Cas, I really couldn’t give less of a damn about what you had to say."
"I don’t care, Cas! You fucked up! That’s it! I don’t care about the details. Just— get out. I don’t wanna see you here again."
Cas felt his body heat up. He watched angrily as Dean threw the bottle of Jack back and drank like there was no tomorrow.
"…Fine. I’m leaving. Have a good night, Dean."
Dean didn’t say anything as he heard the door slam behind his back. He tipped the bottle back once again, his throat burning from insane amounts of whiskey flooding down his throat.
Then, he stopped. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the pure guilt he felt.
Did he really just tell his boyfriend to leave?
Fuck, and he thought Cas had messed up.
Guess they’d both made a few mistakes.
Dean wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, groaning as he stood up. Taking his leather jacket and slipping it on, he headed for the door.
"I’m headin’ out, Sammy. Be back soon," he called as he opened the door and shut it behind himself.
Cas practically stomped down the sidewalk, passing through groups of people like it was no big deal.
He passed by an alleyway; quite dark, of course, but soon caught wind of something.
He stepped into the alley as he listened to a few voices bickering.
"Please!" A woman cried. "I don’t have any money! Please just let me go!"
A punch landed and he heard the woman cough.
Castiel rushed down the alley.
As his eyes adjusted, he saw two men cornering a beautiful woman.
"Back away from the lady."
The taller man whipped his head around, a toothless grin gracing his face.
"And why should we, huh, kid?"
The other man had the woman’s arm gripped in his hand. She whimpered.
"Because she doesn’t have any money."
Castiel stepped closer and the man let the woman go, her heel clad feet quickly running out of the alley.
"What about you, pretty boy? Ya got any money?"
"No," Cas sternly noted.
The man previously holding the woman cracked his knuckles as the other stepped closer to him.
"Guess we’ll have to make sure, huh, blue eyes?"
Dean had driven everywhere around this god forsaken town. He hadn’t seen Cas anywhere; where the fuck could he be?
Stepping out of Impala, he rubbed his temples.
"Cas? Cas!" Dean called, hoping in his heart that he’d be nearby.
"D…ean…" A voice coughed from an alleyway.
Dean rushed down the alley only to stumble upon a broken, bloodied, and heavily bruised Castiel.
"Cas, what the fuck?!"
Dean knelt down and cradled Cas in his arms.
"Did you get jumped?"
Cas nodded softly, soon coughing up a bit of blood.
"Fuck, man…I’m so sorry. This wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t—"
"D-Don’t pull a soap opera on me, Dean…just t-take me to a hospital…"
Dean had treated Cas like a princess this whole week.
He was pampered, so to speak; every whim was cared for.
All Castiel had was 26 stitches in his forehead, a broken wrist, and some internal bleeding, but he was healing just fine.
As of now, Dean was stroking Castiel’s hair.
"I’m sorry, Cas. I really am."
"You’ve said that 20 times, Dean. It’s okay."
"No, it’s not."
"I said it was, so it is."
"…I love you."
"I love you too, Dean. Can I take my nap now?"
"Shit, yeah— sorry."
"Enough with the sorrys."
"Sor—..’kay. Got it."