A/N: An inspiration from a fan, and here's hoping it comes out okay. Probably won't be too long... Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
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He'd gone too far this time. Cas couldn't talk to Sammy like that, no matter what he did. Yeah, maybe I said the same stuff, but Cas? No, that's pushing the limit.
"Sam? Where are you going?" I asked, eyeing the younger man wearily, hoping he was just out to the store or something. It's Christmas eve after all, and this is Sam. Barely, my mind reasoned, but I pushed it away. I had already noticed the newspaper wrapped presents under his mattress, so what then?
I tilted my head when he sent a glance to Cas, and gave me a look. I try not to smirk at his meaning. Still Sam, getting Cas a Christmas present. "Uh, nowhere important." He mumbled weakly, reaching for the door.
It took me by surprise Cas' eyes narrowed, head tilting dangerously. "Are you meeting a demon, Sam?" I gaped at him, unbelieving. Okay, so Sam had made that mistake before, but really? He wasn't dumb! The thing that really set me off though, was this next part.
I stood, stepping between him and the hurt look on Sammy's-Sam? I don't even know anymore.- on his face. "Dude, Cas. Chill."
"You said yourself Dean, he can't be trusted."
I can feel something inside me snap, and next thing I know, my fist has made contact with the left side of his face, flooring him instantly. I would've done more, had it not been for the gentle but firm grip on my shoulder. "Dean." I sigh, fists unclenching. I look the once-was-angel in the eyes, giving him the best glare I could.
I turn, running a hand over my face to calm down. "Cas, I was, uh- I was going out to get you a present. Ya'know for Christmas." I heard Sam say guiltily. He shouldn't be freaking guilty for anything. Cas was the one who-
"I am sorry. I should not have assumed otherwise. Thank you, for considering me. Dean?" I turn, trying to calm my rage. "I do apologise, for speaking out of turn." His eyes are watching me carefully, and I can't help but feel guilty for the black eye beginning to form.
"Yeah, sure." I mumble, the words coming out more sour than intended. Sam awkwardly takes his leave, leaving us standing in uncomfortable silence. I clear my throat, moving over to the mini fridge in our hotel room. I remove the icepack, trying to figure out exactly how to apologise for overreacting like that.
No dice.
"Here, uh. Just hold it to your eye.." I mumble, handing it to him. He appears confused, and covers the wrong eye. I can't help but chuckle. "The other one. It'll take the swelling down." He nods, adjusting it.
"Thank you." I nod in response, still searching for how exactly to apologise.
"So, uh- about the, um.." I try.
"Dean." Loud, clear, and cutting me off completely. Well ain't that perfect.
"Hm?" I look at him, tilting my head up slightly in question.
"You're forgiven. I understand." I gape for a moment or two, voice dying out with my protests. I purse my lips, and huff slightly in surprise. I move to snatch a beer from the cooler, pausing when I stand straight again. I chuckle softly, shaking my head, and taking a seat. Friggin angels.
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A/N: Ahhhhh... I'm not sure I should even post this one. Lemme know what you think please! Once again comments, thoughts, reviews, complaints, prompts, flames, and criticisms are all totally welcome. Hope you enjoyed!