"How could you say that! I gave up everything to be with you"
"You say it like I haven't made any sacrifices!" shouted Dean.
"I gave up my Grace Dean. My Grace! Do you know how painful it was to rip the Grace from my soul?! It hurt like hell! And you of all people should know that term isn't used lightly by us." yelled Castiel.
"Oh please, you don't know crap about hell. You've never been there. All you did was stick your hand down a hole and pop me out." countered Dean. "Look, I'm sorry you had to rip out your little sun spot or whatever, but do you have to wave it in my face every time something doesn't go your way? I mean it's fricken petty and really annoying so would you cut it out!" Dean ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
Dean and Cas were sitting at the table at their apartment while Sam was awkwardly drinking a beer while daydreaming over the loud argument.
"-back me up Sam!" Dean shouted in Sam's direction. Dam snapped back to reality met by two furious pairs of eyes
"Well?!" demanded Dean.
"I think I'm going to head out. I think I was supposed to meet Ruby to go grab a bite." Sam quickly said as he slid out of his chair and rushed toward the door eager to leave. He had learned to stay out of Dean and Castiel's arguments, which were about as often as fog in Humboldt. It wasn't that they didn't love each other, they did, they got over their fights rather easily, but they still weren't fun to get stuck in the middle of.
"But you were going to stay for dinner" said Dean to the slammed door.
"I don't think I can do this right now, I think I need some air." Cas said as he headed to the door.
"Wait..."
But the door still shut tightly behind Cas.
Dean cleared his throat and stood up and headed to the kitchen to make some dinner. Arguing always made him hungry. As he cooked he thought of Cas which made him angrier and sadder. He looked down and saw that he had cut himself and reduced his pepper to a fine mush.
"Stupid pepper." he muttered as he threw the dishes into the sink and proceeded to deal with his finger.
Castiel sat at the bar staring into his glass of Scotch well there used to be Scotch.
"Rough day?" asked the bar tender.
"You could say that"
"You want another?" he said as he gestured to Cas's empty glass.
"No I'm fine" Castiel lifted the rim of the glass to his lips in hope of one last drop of amber rain. With a disappointing look bar tender watched as the fallen angel walked out.
Cas walked into the apartment and saw Dean crying in the kitchen. He dropped the white takeout bad and ran into the kitchen and hugged him. Dean looked up.
It was Cas
Castiel
His Castiel
"I'm sorry, I would rip out my Grace a hundred times more if it meant I could be with you. Stop crying. I'm sorry. It's my fault. Please, I'm sor-"
"I'm not crying you dumb ass it's these onions." Castiel looked down and saw the makings of a hamburger. Castiel hastily ran his arm over his eye blaming a stray tear to the onions.
Cas cleared his throat, "You know I-"
"I love you too"
Cas retrieved the white takeout bag and gaave it to Dean as they both sat down. Cas bit into his burger as Dean pulled out the contents of the bag and smiled, "you squashed my pie."