Bitterly Sweet
A/N: OKAY MY BEAUTIFUL PEEPS, TO MAKE UP FOR ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN, I'M WRITING THIS. THIS IS A SLASH (REALLY, IF YOU HAVN'T FIGURED ME OUT BY NOW...YOU NEED HELP) DON'T LIKE IT THEN DO NOT READ IT. ANY WHO THERE IS SOMEHTING YOU GUYS AND GIRLS SHOULD KNOW, DEAN, CAS, SAM, AND BOBBY ARE ALL JUST NORMAL PEOPLE. CAS ISN'T AN ANGEL, SAM AND DEAN AND BOBBY AREN'T HUNTERS. EVERYONE IS JUST NORMAL.
THEY HAVE TO BE FOR THIS STORY TO WORK. ANYWAY I HOPE YOU GUYS DON'T MIND, I AM REALLY HOPING THAT THIS MAKES UP FOR ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN. THAT STORY JUST BLEW UP IN MY FACE.
NOW FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT PART THIS STORY WAS INSPIRED BY A FREAKING AWESOME VIDEO ON YOUTUBE MADE BY AN EVER MORE FREAKING AWESOME GIRL! GO CHECK IT OUT. JUST GO TO YOUTUBE AND TYPE IN DEAN AND CASTIEL I'M SORRY. CLICK THE ONE BY anaapenas. THIS STORY IS ALL THANKS TO HER.
THANK YOU! YOU'RE AWESOME! =)
ANYWAY AS USUAL I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL
PLEASE FORGIVE ANY MISSED MISS SPELLINGS.
RATING: T (M/M PARING, LOTS OF BLOOD, AND LOTS OF CURSING!)
WARNINGS: NONE
ENJOY! =D THANKS AGAIN TO anaapenas and her freaking awesome vids! We thank you!
Chapter One
Castiel cringed, his body jerking at the sound of the Impala door slamming shut. He knew Dean was home and he also knew Dean was drunk. He could always tell if his lover was wasted. How? He knew by the way he slammed the car door. Whenever Dean was sober he would shut it gently, never wanting to take a chance and hurt his baby. However when Dean was drunk he would slam the door shut with such force that it sounded as though a bomb were going off outside. Such was the noise outside tonight, Castiel's lover slamming the Impala shut and laughing at something.
The younger man flinched, he heard Dean fall coming up the stairs to their beautiful home. He would have to patch up the wound later, when Dean was out cold. Their home was a wonderful and deceiving home. Outside showed nothing but peaceful beauty, prefect landscaping, a lush green lawn. The inside was just as beautiful. The floor was made out of lovely light colored hard wood, the counter made of black and white swirled marble. Their walls were a warm creamy tan, the furniture black and leather. Their favorite center piece stood at the center of the living room, their solid metal and glass coffee table. Sam had bought that for them they day of their wedding. The living room was connected to kitchen, the counter separating the two rooms. However inside, past the calming atmosphere and rich warming walls horrible secrets laid.
Brutal beatings and sorrowful realizations had taken place inside every room. Both lovers knowing what had happened, neither willing to speak out against the other. The attacker unwilling to speak against the battered and beaten, the battered and beaten refusing to speak against the attacker. Castiel sighed, touching the still fresh bruise on his left cheek. It hadn't even had time to heal up yet. It must have been a hard day at work. Dean would usually come home drunk after a hard day at work. The poor man had every right to drown in alcohol.
His mother had been murdered when he was still a young boy, his father had left after her death. Dear old Bobby had been the closet thing Dean and his little brother Sam had had to a father. Sam didn't remember their mother, her passing away before his memory actually began working. However both Sam and Dean thought highly of Bobby, the two would go to the ends of the earth and back for the old man. Castiel could see why to, though he seemed mean and moody at first glance, the old man was really just a giant teddy bear once you got to know him. Castiel smiled, remembering how Bobby had accepted him with open arms into his, or what was left, of his family.
Castiel sighed, looking over at the food laying on the counter, he'd always have supper ready for Dean before he got home. The two would never eat without each other, Dean and Castiel always ate breakfast together. Dean would take lunch with Castiel, Castiel always waited for Dean to get home. His supper ready for him as soon as he walked through the door. The only time they didn't eat together was on occasions such as this. Dean a bumbling and dangerous drunk, Castiel a quivering mess. Dean stumbled through the front door, almost face planting the floor. Castiel reached out for him, ready to catch Dean if he didn't regain his balance soon enough.
The older man did, Castiel noted the bottle in his hand. So tonight it was Scotch. Castiel cried deep inside, Dean was always the worst when he had Scotch. The younger man watched Dean with caution, ready to bolt out of the way of an attack. However even though Castiel had become a good fighter from his bouts with a drunken Dean, Dean was still a force to be reckoned with. Dean was the best fighter anyone knew, even when drunk he could lay you flat no problem. Castiel had never seen his lover lose a fight, and he definitely knew he couldn't win against Dean. Even more so, he knew he wouldn't try.
He didn't have it in his heart to hurt the man he loved more than anyone else.
Dean stopped stumbling and looked at Castiel, cocking his head at his lover. Castiel stayed still and watched as Dean chugged down more of the alcohol. He choked while he swallowed, the harsh liquid having a hard time going down his throat. Castiel felt obliged to help him, but the smaller man knew better. He knew to stay still and wait for the punch he knew was coming. Dean's cheeks were flushed a deep red and his breathing was a little labored. He looked at Castiel like a big cat would its game. Castiel gulped and waited, the waiting killing him. Castiel strangely felt relief when Dean took the first swing at him, comforted that the waiting game was over.
He shot back, dogging the fist that was meant to connect with his head. Dean growled and went after Castiel, turning and throwing small things such as glass decorations and the few inn tables that sat about the living room. Castiel dogged it all, moving with swift beauty and grace. Dean's anger only mounted with each item that Castiel dogged, his mind not registering what he was doing. His heart to dulled from the drunken rampage to realize that he was doing the one thing he hated more than anything else. Dean truly loved Castiel with all of his heart and soul, even more than that. However being the stubborn man that he was, he simply drowned his pain and sorrow in booze instead of trying to talk with someone.
Dean became a monster when he drank, every time he would beat the life out of Castiel and then pass out on the floor. Every time he would wake afterwords he would find himself either on the couch or in his and Castiel's bed. Then he would find his little lover not far away, always bruised and battered. Castiel would always be making him something to eat that he knew Dean could hold down. Castiel never blamed Dean for what he did and that bothered Dean to no small end. Castiel was to good to him, never giving him harsh words or reprimanding him for his wrong doings.
Dean snarled when Castiel blocked his thick footed boot from smashing into his stomach. The older man swung the hand that held the thick bottle of Scotch in it, smiling when Castiel didn't have enough time to duck. The bottle connected with Castiel's right temple, sending the small man reeling. The glass shattered with the force of the impact and pieces splintered into his skin, the alcohol stinging terribly when it seeped into the open wounds. The blow caused Castiel to slow, leaving him open to all of Dean's furry. The older man threw punch after punch, kick after kick at Castiel. Each one connecting now that Castiel had become sluggish.
Dean's rational side didn't notice all the blood on his knuckles, the pained yelps that would shoot from Castiel's mouth. He didn't notice the sickening thumps and thuds of each of his blows when they made contact with Castiel's fragile flesh. Dean didn't hear the snapping of one of Castiel's ribs or the ear splitting scream that tore from his throat. The rational Dean was sleeping, only to be awakened tomorrow with a throbbing headache and heart pounding since of fear. Dean smiled when he saw Castiel stumble, trying to find something to hold onto, but nothing was around. Dean threw up his foot and planted it into Castiel's chest, knocking the man backwards.
Castiel's head rebounded off of the hardwood floor with a sickening thud and his body went still. Dean laughed, pointing at Castiel's limp body, the bloody side of his face. This part of Dean found it funny to see his lover sprawled in the floor covered with forming bruises and bloody wounds. When the mans laughter subdued he began to feel tired, worn out. He stumbled and fell forward, his world going black as he landed beside Castiel's body with a hard thud. Both man lay there motionless for a long while.
~0o0o~
Castiel's insanely brilliant blue eyes snapped open and a gasp of fear rung from his mouth. He shot up, then grabbed his side when he felt it throb with an unrelenting pain. He slowly reached down a hand and felt the rib that Dean had broken a little while before knocking him out, winching at even that small contact. He sighed and took a moment to get his breath, then looked to Dean. His lover was passed out beside him, snoring softly and a thin line of drool ran from his mouth. Castiel smiled and felt his soul lighten, Dean was Dean again. Castiel sighed, then slowly got to his feet, taking a moment to become accustomed to standing again. He whined with the pain the broken rib caused, but got over it, he had to help Dean. He then reached down and rolled Dean over, then hauled him halfway up by his underarms and dragged him through the living room and hallway to their bedroom.
When he finally got all the sheets pulled back and some of the pillows off he hauled Dean onto the king sized mattress. Castiel removed his boots and jacket, then his shirt and took off his belt. He pulled up Dean's pants leg and looked at the tiny bruise on his knee. The one he'd gotten form falling last night. Castiel sighed, comforted that it was only a small bruise. He stroked Dean's cheek and smiled sadly, then he bent down and gave him a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth before wrapping him in the blanks. Castiel then went back into the kitchen, filled a glass of water and grabbed three Aspirin from the large bottle he kept on the fridge. He went back into their room and placed it on the nightstand where Dean would see it. The smaller man then went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror and was shocked at the sight of himself. The right side of his temple was swollen and bloody, a few pieces of glass sticking out of the flesh.
His left eye had a horrible bruise around it, but it wasn't swollen thankfully. He looked at his busted bottom lip, the blood that had dried on his face. He looked down at his arms, they were black and blue all the up. Castiel sighed and knew that he wouldn't be going anywhere with a sweater for the next week or so. He turned on the water and let it fill the sink with warm water so he could rinse his face, knowing he didn't have time for a shower. He had to get cleaned up quick so he could have something ready for Dean when he woke. He did however take a moment to thank God for letting him wake up before Dean again, as he always did if Dean knocked him out. He didn't know how Dean would react if he woke next to Castiel and saw him in the state Dean had left him in before he passed out.
Castiel turned the water off and then grabbed a pair of tweezers from the median cabin. Then he slowly began to pick out the little shards of glass. With every piece he plucked out he winced, the pain something horrible. Once all of the glass was out he disinfected it and then dipped his hands under the water. When they were full he splashed the water onto his face. He reached down, groaning when his side gave a throbbing protest and got out a rag. He wet that to and then began scrubbing at his face, washing the blood from it and smiling softly when he looked in the mirror again. He didn't look half that bad now that the blood was gone.
After he had drained the water and cleaned up the mess he had made in the bathroom he went into the kitchen and looked for the soup. Castiel had found that that was the only food Dean could hold down while in the clutches of a hangover, so he stayed stocked up. Though Dean didn't really care for the soup, he would always eat it, because he was always hungry when he woke. Castiel got out a bowl and poured the contents of the soup into it, then he placed it in the microwave. He knew Dean would wake up soon, he always woke about an hour after Castiel. The younger man waited for the 'ding' of the microwave and when he heard it he got the bowl out. Castiel put in a spoon and then made his way back to Dean. The older man was starting to stir, his eyes fluttering open and closed. Castiel always keep the lights off at times like this, knowing the light would only hurt Dean's eyes.
Dean moaned when his eyes finally adjusted to the dark, the dark green pools immediately searching out Castiel. He found his lover above him, a sad smile on his bruised and battered face, a bowl of steaming soup in his hand. Dean gulped when he saw Castiel temple, it was a horrible mess. He tried setting up quickly but Castiel placed a gently hand on his chest. He sat by Dean's hip, putting the bowl in his lap as he reached for the glass of water and pills.
"Here Dean," He whispered softly. "Take these."
Dean licked his lips, unable to keep his eyes off of Castiel's battered body. He slowly sat up. The younger man noticed and smiled.
"I am fine Dean." He said, handing Dean the water and pills. "Take them." He repeated.
Dean did, popping the pain killers into his mouth and then chugging the water. "Cas," He said softly when he was finished.
Dean felt his stomach turn when he saw his blood incrusted knuckles. Then he saw Castiel's arms, Dean moaned pitifully.
Castiel smiled again. "Now eat." He said, getting up and kissing Dean's forehead, hiding the pain his broken rib caused.
Castiel knew Dean wouldn't eat if he were in the room with him, he would just stare at his wounds. So Castiel walked from the room and waited on the couch, knowing Dean would eat quickly and meet him in the living room. However Castiel began to wonder if Dean would still have Sam over for dinner.