Awe man, Do I love me some angry!Castiel. Mm... this will most likely be a two-shot, porny fic.
All characters and everything else belong to Eric Kripke or Sera Gamble, whomever currently is holding the reigns.
You may begin...
It was an Accident.
I didn't mean to send my angel away. He misunderstood, I was angry and being hurt didn't help at all. What I said was . . . misworded.
I want to go back before his all happened.
Castiel's Point of view
Dean is hurt. No big surprise, I think to myself. I zap myself out. Hurrying, so I can heal him, I quickly shrugged on my "Kidnapper Coat" as Dean refers to it. I appear in a cheap motel, of course. I hear a song that Dean calls "flippin' awesome" playing on the dusty radio. I recognized it as "Comfortably Numb". I look around for Dean, but suddenly I hear angry shouting.
I hear Sam's familiar voice over the phone. He sounded calm, that's how he usually sounds when he is right, and Dean knows it.
"We have to call Cas whether you like it or not, Dean."
"NO! I am done with this OH NO! I'm a wimp, better call Castiel!"
"We can't take this thing, especially when we have NO CLUE what it is!"
"WE? No, I think it's you who can't handle it. I'll kill it myself!"
"Wait! What? No, you're not; I'm calling Cas right now."
"SAM, DAMMIT! I said no."
"Oh yeah, Why not?"
"Because, I said so.'
"If you tell me, I won't call him."
Dean huffed, ". . . He, he makes me feel weird.
"Like . . . weird how?"
"Awkward. And he stares at me constantly. Yeah, awkward and that sums it up."
"Dean, He likes you. I don't know why, but I do know he does."
"Dude, gross! I am a male. He is a ma- his body is a male! Ew! "
"So? I bet you have your thoughts about him, too."
"To, you know, like like a guy you have to just like him first, Sammy."
"You don't like Cas?"
"I do, but he's just another dick with wings. Don't get attached."
"Dean, don't say that. You know he isn't."
"Shut up, Sam."
With that he clicks the phone shut.
Dean turned around and saw me. I didn't care I was too heart-broken to even register the shocked look on his face. He started to apologize, barely even talking because, he keep tripping over his own words and stuttering.
A rage flows through me. Dick with wings? Is that how I portrayed in his stubborn head? I have given up everything for him. I raised him from perdition! Haven't I helped? He seems to be reaching out for me. I take a step back.
"Cas, I- Sorry. I was just… Castiel?"
None of that matters though, because I can't hear a word his saying.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
"Cas, I . . . I didn't-"
And then, I leave.
I have become comfortably numb.
He will pay for this ignorance.
R&R and all that good stuff. If anyone reads this, I'll post the next chapter soon. Well, I'll do it anyway, of course, but it makes me a warm'n'gooey inside when people like this stuff. Buh-bye, you crazy kids!