A/N: This is my first multi-chapter Destiel fic so I apologize if the updates are unsteady. I promise to try my best to have at least an update a week (unless I specify otherwise) and possibly more than that depending. Please take into account that I am a college student at the end of the semester who is busy writing 22 pages of content for midterms while trying to raise money for Haiti, which requires an astounding amount of time, energy, and patience. Please bear with me. That being said I am super glad you guys like the story so far and I'm very happy with this chapter so I hope you will be too! Without further ado, read!

Disclaimer: It all still belongs to the Kripke.


A Very Human Response

Dean was still laughing when he and Cas arrived on the porch of Bobby's house, but the amount of blood belonging to said friend that was on his shirt was really starting to freak him the fuck out. Sure Cas was an angel, but losing that much blood couldn't be good for him. Why the hell hadn't he healed himself yet? It was at that moment a terrible thought struck Dean. What if..maybe he couldn't. Maybe he was going to die for real this time and God wasn't going to bring him back because he'd just killed the last remaining arch angel of Heaven. Shit what if Cas died and it was all his fault? And okay, yeah, Dean was kind of going into panic mode in his mind right now, but what the fuck was he supposed to do it was not like they had first aid for angels, or learning about your angel 101 classes he could take. This shit was trial and error.

They were standing right outside the door when Dean finally held out his arm to stop Cas from moving any further, and he considered it a testament to his time as a human that Cas knew Dean wanted him to stop walking. And when Cas looked up at him, those damn puppy dog eyes swimming with questions, he was suddenly really glad that they had stopped fighting because he might just feel like a grade A dick if he yelled at him right now. Of course, in hindsight, Dean should have known that wouldn't last for long, not with how on end they both were after the events of the past few days. And if Dean knew one thing it was that he did not handle being on end very well, especially not if other people were involved.

"Cas, you're not going to die are you?" he sputtered suddenly, wondering when his life had turned into such a damn needy chick-flick moment just waiting to happen.

"Not today, Dean," his friend responded cocking his head to the side and looking at Dean as though that were an odd question and he couldn't quite understand the look of concern marring Dean's features. As though he wasn't the one standing there bleeding through that damn trench coat he never seemed to take off.

"Dude, could you just act human for like a second?" Dean stated getting more frustrated than he knew the situation called for, but honestly what the fuck was with Cas lately.

"I'm not human."

"I know that, dammit! But you were once and I'm standing here like some goddamn girl trying to ask if you are about to abandon me with no fucking chance of coming back this time so can you stop with the dick angel bit and and just be Cas, I've had enough of this new and improved you to last a lifetime!" he ended up raising his voice an octave or two higher then he meant, but managed to bring it back down to a horse whisper so Bobby and Sam wouldn't come and ask questions. So much for not being a dick to Cas. At least he deserved it this time.

Castiel sighed as though he were talking to a petulant child but finally responded, "I was wounded by an angel blade, it was a...close call, you might say but I managed to use it to my advantage and kill Raphael," and damn Dean for feeling a little sad at how broken his voice sounded at that admission, "as you know an angel blade is intended to kill angels so the wounds are more difficult to heal, though not impossible. I simply require a few days rest away from Heaven in order to call my grace to full power and heal myself. As for being a 'dick angel' (and he was using air quotes again...awesome) I will not apologize any longer for my actions. I have explained it was war, Dean. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but the rules of common courtesy don't always apply."

And the venom in his voice pissed Dean off even more. He was the one who had a right to be pissed that Cas had left him. That after the Apocalypse he suddenly wasn't deemed important enough to bother with anymore. He was the one who had been abandoned.

"Yeah, well, Cas, humans need some damn common courtesy from time to time. I get that it was war, you know contrary to what everyone believes I'm not a fucking idiot, but we were sitting here with our thumbs up our asses the whole time not having a clue what to do and waiting for our friend, Cas, and instead the only one who ever came was dick angel number three, you going to bother apologizing for that?"

And Dean didn't really know why he was bothering he couldn't make Cas understand why he felt so abandoned, he didn't know if he could make himself understand why he felt like such shit, he just knew he was upset and lashing out because that is how he dealt with this kind of emotional situation. He avoided and lashed out and regretted it. It's just how he worked. If Cas knew him at all anymore he should know that.

Cas sighed, "No, though I do implore you to understand my actions and reactions were necessary and that I have been away from humanity, without observation of it, for a very long time. You may not recall, but time works very differently in Heaven than it does on Earth."

"Oh believe me I remember Heaven pretty damn well, Cas. Oh and I know just how long you were all angel in the outfield on me. Maybe you don't give a shit, but you happened to leave the night my fucking brother died!" and by this point over a years worth of anger and resentment and hurt was bubbling to the surface and he couldn't even fucking try to keep it down or to care anymore. Sam and Bobby would probably burst through the door any minute wondering what all the damn yelling was about, but he was so damn past the point of giving a shit right now.

"How dare you accuse me of not recognizing and caring about the sacrifice your brother made. I mourned for him every day. Sam is a hero," and the anger and weird sense of pride that was radiating from the angels voice at those words only caused to twist the knife in a little deeper.

"I never once thought you didn't care about Sam!" Dean spat and watched as confusion crossed Cas' face. He vaguely registered Sam and Bobby's muffled voices as the door slammed open, but he simply turned around yelled, "you deal with this shit," leapt off the porch, jumped into the Impala and drove, suddenly feeling the need to get as far away from the Singer house as was humanly possible.


I'm actually very happy with this chapter, so I hope you guys are too :)) I'm thinking the next chapter will be Sam and Bobby helping Cas disect why Dean is so pissed at him, sound good? If you think so please review, they honestly make my day so much fucking better!