Bitterly Sweet
A/N: ALRIGHT BOYS AND GIRLS, HERES CHAPTER TWO! OH AND THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR ALL THE LOVE...I DIDN'T THINK THIS STORY WOULD GO OFF WITH SUCH A BIG BOOM! AHHH! THANKS FOR THE LOVE MY PEEPS! =D
HERES A NICE TREAT, THIS HAS BEEN SITTING HERE FOR FROEVER NOW. : ) SORRY.
Chapter Two
Dean ate his food quickly, his stomach in knots, and not because of the hangover. He stopped half way through the soup, unable to force anymore down into his unsettled stomach. Castiel's face kept flashing into his mind, the horrible bruise on his right temple, his blackened eye and busted lip. His heart sank as he wondered what else he had done to Castiel, what other atrocious wounds he had inflected. Dean sighed, it was unsteady and shaky. He slowly got out of the bed, groaning at the pain his movements caused. He cursed himself for feeling the pain, thinking about how much Castiel had to be in. His pain was nothing compared to his little lover. Dean wobbled to the door way, pausing a moment while he caught his breath. When he was steadier he made his way out of their bedroom and down the hall way, looking around the corner to find Castiel on the couch poking at his side. Dean's brows drew in worry and he made his way over to Castiel, squinting in the horrible brightness of the sun. However his eyes slowly adjusted to the light, his throbbing head easing just a little.
Castiel turned to look at him, surprise on his face and then a smile stretched his lips. It was kind and soft, loving and caring. Dean felt his heart twist, a smile shouldn't have been gracing Castiel's lips, it should have been a frown. Love and care shouldn't have been pouring off of the smaller man in waves, it should have been hate, cursing. Castiel had never once during their time together given Dean a harsh word or punishment. And when Dean would ask why, Castiel would answer the same way every time. He would smile and say "There are people who deserve punishment and hate and then there are people like you. People who only deserve love and care." Then Castiel would kiss him and say everything would be alright. In a way Dean hated Castiel for being so good to him, giving him chance after chance, taking beating after beating. The younger man had never struck Dean while he was attacking him, only blocked and dogged as many blows as he could. Dean felt his insides grow cold and then he sat down beside Castiel, looking at his bruised face. Dean glanced down at his arms. They were just as bad.
Castiel's smile widened and Dean looked into his brilliant blue yes, his own hazel green searching Castiel's for anger or fear. Dean swallowed hard, blinking a few times. The older man found nothing but love, love and concern.
Dean slowly and gently placed a hand on Castiel's neck, afraid to touch his face. "Cas..."He said, looking down in shame.
Castiel gave a tiny laugh. "Dean I am fine, just a little bruised." He said, placing a hand over Deans, he could feel it trembling.
Dean looked back up to him. "Why were you poking at your side?" He asked.
Castiel's smile dropped. "Oh, no reason." Castiel gulped, Dean had never broken one of his bones before and he was terrified to find out how Dean would take it.
Dean noted the fear and he also noted that it wasn't fear of him, but for him. Dean felt his heart speed up.
"Cas, tell the truth." He whispered, unable to talk any louder.
"Really Dean, I was just poking to poke." Castiel tried, he was horrible at lying.
Dean gave Castiel a hard stare. "Castiel tell me what I did." Dean said his voice rough and shaky.
Castiel gave Dean a worried look. "You didn't do anything." Castiel said, leaning forward to give Dean a small kiss.
The younger man cursed himself when his broken rib shouted out in protest to the motion. Castiel shot back, holding his side. Dean reached for him immediately, grabbing him ever so gently. Castiel growled at the pain and gave Dean a weary smile. Dean went to ask Castiel what had happened, what had he done, when the phone gave a loud ring. Dean was all for ignoring it, just waiting for a voice mail, but Castiel wasn't. He slowly and carefully got to his feet, walking to phone and out of Dean soft grasp. The other man watched him; his mind rolling over what it was that he could have done.
Castiel picked the phone up. "Hello."
"Hey Cas! How are you?" Sam's voice asked.
"Just fine Sam and how have you been?" Castiel said.
"Oh miserable as always." Sam laughed, Castiel joining in. "Ah, well may I talk to Dean. Want to ask him about dinner."
Castiel pondered. "Um…yes, hold on a moment."
Castiel turned carefully to look to Dean, and then held out the phone. Dean got to his feet and took the phone from Castiel, mouthing to him that their conservation wasn't over. Castiel simply smiled and walked into the kitchen.
"Ya." Dean said.
"Hey Dean, am I still coming to dinner?" Sam asked, noting Dean's very slow response.
"I don't think so, not tonight Sammy." Dean said his voice low and sad.
"Dean what happened?" Sam asked he knew something was up.
"Nothing Sam." Dean said, but Sam heard the lie.
"You beat the shit outta' Cas again didn't you?" Sam asked his voice monotone.
Dean hung up the phone.
Castiel walked back in and noted Dean's troubled expression. He walked up to his lover and touched his shoulder gently. Dean gave Castiel a heart broken look, his eyes pouring pain and guilt. The younger man dipped Dean's head down, locking lips with him softly. Dean responded gently, remembering every bruise he'd placed apon the others body. He sighed into the kiss, his heart twisting again. This wasn't right, Castiel shouldn't be giving him comfort and he shouldn't be worried about Dean. He should be threatening Dean with devoice, assault and battery-something! This wasn't right. Dean pulled away and looked Castiel in the eyes, he now noted how tired he looked. Dean smiled softly.
"You should get some sleep Cas, you look tired." Dean said, softly stroking Castiel's cheek.
Castiel smiled. "I am fine, plus I have to get supper ready. Sam's coming over around four isn't he?" Castiel asked turning and heading back into the kitchen.
Dean glanced down at his feet. "No, I um, I told him not tonight." He said, looking back up to see Castiel looking at him with surprise.
"Why?" The younger male asked.
Dean let his mouth drop. "Are you serious Cas? Look at you, I've beat you all to hell! Sam can't see you like this!"
Castiel crossed his arms over his chest. "Dean, Sam has seen me in worse shape. You shouldn't have told him no."
Dean closed the distance between himself and Castiel. "He's not coming down with you like this."
Castiel gave him an emotionless look. "I'm calling him back." He said, walking by Dean.
Dean grabbed Castiel's arm and pulled him back gently, he's beautiful green eyes pleading. "Please Cas. I don't want to hear him tonight. I just want to be with you. That's all." He said his voice cracking.
Castiel stalled, thinking. He sighed and leaned into Dean, his smaller body fitting perfectly against his. Dean gently wrapped his arms around Castiel, still unaware of his broken rib. Castiel bit his lip at the pain Dean's soft movement caused. He stayed quiet though, still trying to avoid letting Dean know about the broken bone. Dean rested his chin on Castiel's messy hair, the dark brown cluster of silken strands smelt wonderful. He wondered vaguely if his hair smelt as good. Dean softly laughed, nuzzling Castiel.
"That's better." Castiel said, giving him a livening glance.
Dean smiled down at him, his eyes sad. "Castiel, I am so sorry." He mumbled.
Castiel smiled back. "I am fine." He said, his bright blue eyes calming Dean's unease.