Don't cry. Please. :'(

Abuse.

NP. (CAS)

I scowled, feeling my grace insist that the self-made vessel wanted sleep. I pressed energy into it, rejuvanating it instantly. Dean stirred in my arms, and his eyes fluttered open.

'Castiel? Cas...' He glanced up at me, smiling weakly. 'What time is it?'

'It's only two-thirty, babes. Go back to sleep.' Dean's expression cleared, but after a few seconds he looked murderous.

'Have you been using your grace?' He sat up swiftly, growling.

'No! No, I haven't, I swear!' I knew that protesting was useless- he was already flexing his shoulders, a look of disappointment on his face.

'Do not lie to me.'

His voice rang with authority, and I winced. I would pay dearly for wanting to watch the man I loved sleep.

It was my fault.

I felt tears sting my eyes as Dean kicked me out of bed, growling horrendously.

'You-Will-Not-Do-That-Again!' he snarled, accenting every word with a backhand to the face. I fell to the ground, whimpering as he kicked my fractured rib, effectively breaking it. He pulled me up, face close to mine, eyes jet black with fury.

'And I'll know if you do.' He punched me in the stomach, making me double over, before grabbing my hair and tossing me to the floor.

NP.

I lay perfectly still, listening to his soft snores. Getting slowly, silently to my feet, I climbed back into bed, leaving my broken, battered body to cope until morning. Snarling softly as my snapped rib caused me discomfort, I settled back down next to Dean, pulling him into me, ignoring the searing pain in my chest. Dean was more important. He sighed in his sleep, clenching his arms around my waist, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut in agony as he cheek pressed against my ribs. But I couldn't move him, he looked too peaceful.

I ordered my grace to let the normal functions of my vessel occur, and exhaustion hit me like a wave. Too tired even to feel much pain when Dean rubbed his face against my broken rib.

Just before I'd fallen asleep, a thought hit me, but I was too close to unconcious to do anything about it.

Sam and Gabriel were in. And they'd been in the front room, watching the tv. Which was now turned down low, and Dean had been shouting.

Oh, Lord help me.

NP.

Waking up in the morning, I had to bite back a scream. Dean was sprawled across my chest, putting pressure on my ribs. Painfully. I carefully slid out from underneath him, intent on binding my ribs and checking out the bruises on my face and stomach before he woke up and realized i was missing.

I frowned, willing away the bruises on my face - then stopped. Dean would know how they'd disappeared. And I'd get it worse.

The whole of my left cheekbone was black- and this when it came in handy to be a guy who owned concealer. Not bothering to conceal the one on my stomach yet, I slid back into the bedroom, and back into the arms of my sleeping husband.

Itv was my fault, as usual. I'd made myself use my grace, not him. I was in the wrong. He was

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ust looking out for me. The way he always did if he knew there was anything wrong about.

He stirred when it came to half past six.

'Morning, baby.' I whispered, kissing his hair.

NP. (SAM)

I pricked my ears up when I heard someone stumbling around the kitchen at six am. Sure enough, I heard the cupboard that held the medical supplies being opened- recognized by the annoyingly squeaky hinges. I sighed. I hoped myself and Gabe had been mistaken earlier; we never in our worst nightmares imagined Dean would do that to his husband.

'Should we say anything?' Gabe whispered, glancing up at me from his place under my arm, mirroring my thoughts.

'No.' I murmured eventually. 'They won't listen to us. I think that Cas believes he deserves it.'

'Why would he think that?'

'Because I do.' Castiel was stood in the doorway, frowning. 'I don't... have long. Dean's in the shower. But it is my fault. If I hadn't...' He shook his head. 'I'm fine.'

'Castiel,' I growled, 'Nothing you could do would make that acceptable.' He opened his mouth, then frowned, walking off.

I sighed, thoroughly annoyed.

NP. (CAS)

I felt my stomach curdle, and rushed to the bathroom, pushing Dean away when he followed. I threw up in the toilet, scowling.

'Cas, what's wrong?' Dean stammered, stoking my clammy forehead.

'Ugh.' I whimpered in reply. I couldn't tell him it was from him punching me, it would destroy him.

'Cas…' He pulled my chin up to look at me, 'Is this my fault?'

'No! No, of course not…' I murmured, running a hand through my hair.

'It is, isn't it?'

'No.'

'Liar.' He sighed, kissing my cheek. 'I'm sorry. So, so sorry. Why do I keep doing this to you? I keep promising to stop, but then I just…'

'It's not you, it's me.'

'Stop blaming yourself- it's my fault.'

'Go to school, Dean. Get an education. I'll be in for lunch, I promise.' He scowled, so sweetly I just had to kiss him.

'Cas-'

'No. Go on, Dean. I'll be fine. See you later.'

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