"Dean…"
The last thing he remembered was Castiel saying his name. He must have blacked out.
Dean was woken up by what sounded like an Enochian prayer and he realised he was with Cas and remembered what had happened.
Before he got the chance to say anything or even open his eyes, he heard Cas whisper: "I'm sorry, Dean, I'm so sorry."
There was something in his voice. Was he crying?
Dean wanted to tell him that it was okay, but it really wasn't. Nothing was okay. Cas had attacked him and very nearly killed him, something was obviously very wrong. Dean's confusion soon turned into anger. He sat up way too fast, so his vision went blurry but he still grabbed Cas' coat and began shouting at him.
"Cas, what the hell? What were you even thinking?! Try that one more time and I'm going to fucking rip your wings off. How am I to trust you?"
"What?", Cas returned, confused by Dean's last sentence, because everything before that had sounded pretty much like him, but that last sentence didn't. That thing about trust wasn't really Dean's style.
"Dean… You're so hurt…", Cas managed.
"Get the fuck out of my head!"
Dean didn't know that who had tried to kill him wasn't Cas but Naomi, but how was Castiel going to explain the whole thing to Dean? He wasn't. The sound of wings and Cas was gone.
"Oh, that's just like you, you little fucker!", Dean shouted at the empty chair next to him. Nothing. Cas was gone. Dean was so mad at him, but at the same time he couldn't stand being without him, not now. He felt bad for shouting at his angel and of course he knew that Cas would never hurt him. Something was wrong, Cas was in trouble and all Dean could do was shout at him.
'Well done, dickhead', he thought to himself. He'd lost his brother – seriously, where was Sam? – scared away his angel and he didn't even know where he was. He obviously was in a motel room but not in one he'd been before.
"Cas, could you, like, please, come back? I'm sorry and I think we need to-"
But he was cut off.
"Dean."
"Personal space!"
It was almost a habit to tell Cas to fuck off since he always appeared right in front of Dean's face. Seriously, how'd he even do that?
"Apologies."
Castiel seemed so crestfallen as he turned away in order to respect Dean's personal space, but Dean grabbed his wrist.
"You know what? Just… stay. Tell me what happened. What's wrong with you?"
"Dean, I am… I can't. I can't tell you, but it's okay now. I'll never hurt you."
And again Dean thought he heard Cas' voice break a little at the end. This was serious.
"Cas, tell me what's wrong. Now", he commanded.
"Was that an order?", the angel returned.
"Yes, it was. Now tell me!"
"Dean, I really can't. But it's okay now. You have to trust me, please."
"That's what I did and it almost got me killed. Do you realise you beat the shit out of me and threatened me with a fucking knife? No?"
"I'm begging you, please, Dean, I'm sorry."
"You know, Cas, you scared me. A lot."
"I know. I'm sorry. It was an order."
"An order? Is god back and wants me dead now? Now, that's awesome."
"Could you please not talk about my father like that? And no, it wasn't him. But it's okay now, I've sorted it. Dean, I won't hurt you."
"Hell, Cas, just promise me that you're okay now, would you?"
"I promise, everything's fine. I never meant to hurt you. Of all people, not you, never you. I dragged you out of hell for a reason."
Castiel grabbed Dean's shoulder possessively, touching him exactly where the scar tissue of his mark pressed through the fabric.
It was an intense touch and it was almost impossible to not feel the deep connection between the two.
And suddenly, all doubt about Castiel was wiped from Dean's heart. He felt light, oh so light.
Was that what an angel's touch did to you? Because in that case, Dean hoped Castiel would never let go of him again.
