A/N: I was watching Wishful Thinking today and I thought about how a little conversation like this might go. It's very short though since the scene wasn't that long, and there was only a short break between when Dean was thrown to when he got back up again. Oh well. Hope you guys enjoy!
Rating: T for one word hahaha
Not So Much Stronger
Dean grunted as his body hit the ground with a thud. Son of a bitch, that kid was strong. Playing nice wasn't going to work this time around. In the past, Dean had always been hesitant when it came to fighting kids – after all, they were much smaller than he was – but this was personal now. There was no way he was letting this kid beat him out.
He adjusted his jaw, the pain just starting to circulate. Distracted with his condition, he hadn't even heard the flap of wings. In fact, it wasn't until he looked up did he find the nerdy angel standing there, his face as solemn as ever.
"Cas?" He started, his instant presence still shocking him some.
The angel drew his brows together.
"You just got…" He paused, trying to find the words. " 'owned' by a ten year old." Dean rolled his eyes, adjusting himself.
"The kid's got mojo, all right," he replied defensively.
Castiel's face turned downcast as a hint of a smile lit his features.
"I find it a little amusing," he admitted in his monotone.
"Are you going to help me up?" He demanded, trying to shift the conversation away from the event.
"No," came the response.
"Are you going to help me at all?" He questioned.
"No."
"Then why are you here," he asked gruffly, shifting to get back up on his feet. Castiel remained unfazed as he replied before disappearing:
"To watch."