I woke up this morning, exhausted from yesterdays hunt.
I glance over to my left, just as Dean rips off his shirt to have a long cry. I scoot closer to cradle him in my arms, whispering to him everything will be okay.
He speaks softly in his rough sexy voice, "no...it won't, I just...I can't, ok? I just can't do this anymore Cas...".
I pat his soft hair, and take off my shirt to wipe away his tears. "Stop", he says, to which I reply, "I cannot help myself, I...I never like seeing you upset, everything that has happened to you was not your fault, you're a beautiful person and should feel as such".
"Why couldn't of been me? I don't understand why somethings have to happen...why always to the ones I love?", he says with authority. "If those things happened to you Dean, then I wouldn't have my captain, my angel, my love". "Shut up, just shup up, PLEASE", he screams as he shoves me softly. "I'm sorry...", I say. "Well you better", he gets out of bed, gets dressed, and storms out". "Dean...", I whisper to myself.
I decide to see where he went, and feared that he had gone to the local club to get a few drinks. As i approached him, I notice a hoochie talking to him. I took a deep breath and drew closer, hearing her speak felt like being in holy fire. The flirts were never ending, but even worse, Dean was liking it...
His face had a big smile on it, the smiles he use to give me, I didn't know what to say, what to do, that's when he looked over and noticed me. "Cas, wait I can explain...", his voice trembling in fear. "I just...why, when, how could you...", and I walked back to the apartment with tears running down my face.
I enter our home only to be confronted by Sam, who had an angry expression upon his face. "YOU TOOK DEAN FROM ME, HOW DARE YOU!", he shouts and then thrusts towards me with his hand cocked. I am paralyzed in fear and confusion, and Sam's hand connects to the left side of my face. I retaliate and throw punches, but only a few connect. "It was wrong in the first place, you guys are BROTHERS. He even said he was creeped out by it, why would you keep this game up?". "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU...", I cut him off, "Yes, I do, and you're wrong."
Dean kicks down the door in his usual style and yells at Sam, "GET OUT". Sam storms out in anger, pouting, "This isn't over.". I take one look at dean and lock myself in the bathroom. I enter our home only to be confronted by Sam, who had an angry expression upon his face. "YOU TOOK DEAN FROM ME, HOW DARE YOU!", he shouts and then thrusts towards me with his hand cocked. I am paralyzed in fear and confusion, and Sam's hand connects to the left side of my face.
I retaliate and throw punches, but only a few connect. "It was wrong in the first place, you guys are BROTHERS. He even said he was creeped out by it, why would you keep this game up?". "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU...", I cut him off, "Yes, I do, and you're wrong." Dean kicks down the door in his usual style and yells at Sam, "GET OUT". Sam storms out in anger, pouting, "This isn't over.". I take one look at dean and lock myself in the bathroom.