Dean was late. Dean was never late. Cas looked worriedly at his watch. Maybe something terrible had happened? Cas rolled his eyes. He was just over reacting- dean probably took a long shower, or maybe practise was running late.
Cas suddenly felt himself walking towards the changing rooms.
What was he doing- Dean was probably fine- Cas thought to himself.
But he entered the changing room anyway.
Cas almost threw up at the sight in front of him.
There was Dean, wrapped in a bloody towel, lying on the floor, semi conscious.
He had a black eye and swollen lip, his chest and back were battered and bruised and blood was spouting from his torso.
Cas ran over to him.
"Dean! What happened?"
Dean let out a pained groan.
"The guys, they were being dicks."
Was all Dean managed to croak out. He looked up at Cas, with tears stinging his eyes.
"We have to get some help, let's call an ambulance."
Dean grabbed Cas' shirt.
"No! My parents will get involved- my dad can't know."
Cas looked at Dean, confused.
"Dean, you're seriously hurt- you need to go to the hospital."
Dean tugged harder at Cas collar, so that their lips were almost touching- Cas could feel Dean's exasperated breaths against his cheek.
"You don't understand!"
Dean sobbed, wiping his tears on Cas' shirt.
Cas helped Dean to sit up, before letting him rest his head on his shoulder and cry.
"Dean- why don't you want your dad to know...what's going on?"
Cas said, gazing softly into Dean's eyes.
"Please- it's just easier if no one else knows."
Dean shuddered, suddenly very aware that he was wearing nothing but a towel.
"Cas can you get my clothes please."
Dean croaked, his nervous voice cracks were very evident.
"Yeah sure."
Cas said, tossing Dean his clothes.
"Thanks."
Dean said, looking up at Cas.
"I'll just...look away..."
Cas said, turning around.
Dean let out a groan of pain as he got up.
"Son of a bitch!"
Dean yelled.
"Cas...I need some help..."
Dean said meekly.
Cas attempted to walk over to him, with his eyes shut.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Cas if you're going to help me, you need to be able to see.
"Yeah...right..."
Cas said, opening his eyes.
Dean was still covered by the towel. Cas wasn't sure if this was good or bad.
"Don't worry, you don't need to do much, I just need your help to stand."
Dean said, wrapping an arm around Cas.
Cas gripped Dean's arm, and placed his free arm around Dean's back, supporting him.
"Thanks."
Dean said, before putting his underwear on and letting his towel drop to the floor.
Cas took a moment to look Dean up and down; even though he was bruised and covered in blood- he was sexier than Cas remembered.
Cas let his eyes linger at Dean's exposed, toned, muscular abs, and then let his eyes drift to Dean's crotch...if only Dean's hands weren't covering his-
"Cas!"
Cas snapped back to reality.
"Yes?"
"Can you pass me my jeans?"
"Yeah..sure, Dean."
Cas blurted out, passing Dean the jeans.
"Now this I may need a little help with."
Dean said, clearly struggling in his attempt to pull his jeans on.
"Why don't you sit on the bench and I'll help you pull them on."
Cas said, going over to help Dean.
"Okay, lie flat on your back."
Dean did as he instructed, but shot up and let out a help of pain as his back hit the hard metal bench.
"Maybe not Cas."
Dean chuckled.
"Stick your legs out."
Cas said, before kneeling in front of Dean, who had already pulled his jeans up to his knees.
"Can you lift yourself up?"
Cas asked.
Dean did as instructed, and lifted himself off the bench, so that Cas could slide the jeans up his legs.
Cas savoured the moment. He slowly slid his hands up Dean's thighs, pulling the fabric further and further. He enjoyed the hitch in Dean's breath, as Cas gently grazed his thigh. Cas looked up at Dean and grinned, the green eyed boy gave him a nod and a smirk.
Cas let his hand drift, and gently caressed Dean's inner thigh, he inched his hand forward, and swore he heard Dean let out a small moan. His hand moved further, closer and closer to Dean's
"Thanks buddy!" Dean shouted abruptly, before zipping up his jeans.
Dean put on his shirt and jacket, and, despite the black eye, his injuries were practically invisible.
He grinned at Cas.
"Still wanna hit the Roadhouse?"
Dean asked.
"Always."
Cas replied. Dean wrapped his arm around the blue eyed boy, for stability of course, and they proceeded to their favourite diner, the Roadhouse- just like old times.