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So...sorry for the late update. I got stuck in the middle of the chapter, but I got unstuck!

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Chapter 4

Castiel stepped through farther into the room and moved towards the bed. He couldn't move his eyes away from the man with the green eyes. "My name is Agent Castiel Samuels. I was in charge of the investigation. I hope this is not a bad time?"

He watched Dean, waiting for a response. The man seemed to be as frozen as he felt. Finally the older man that smelled like old books and whiskey spoke up. "Actually, Jo and I were just about to head for lunch. So the timing is great. We'll…leave you two to it then."

Castiel watched out of the corner of his eye as the older man threw Jo a pointed look and they both left, saying goodbye to Dean as they walked out of the door.

Finally, once the two had left, Dean unfroze and was able to look away from him for a split second. He motioned towards the chair that Jo had just been occupying moments before. "Please, make yourself at home."

Castiel nodded and sat down in the chair. He wasn't quite sure what to do. Normally he wasn't this nervous when he talked to the victims afterwards. He was always cool and collected. This time his thoughts were scattered across his brain.

Dean was the first to break the silence. "I want to thank you for saving me. I don't really remember how it happened, but I remember seeing you there just before I must have passed out or something. So, um…thank you."

Castiel nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "You are very welcome, Dean. I am just glad we were able to get there before he could do anymore damage."

Dean nodded and averted his eyes, thinking about everything the man had done to him. "Dean, I need to get your statement about what happened. If you're ready that is."

He nodded once more and their eyes met again. Castiel could see the pain in the green eyes that he found to be so addicting.

"What do you want to know?" "Start from the beginning. When you first saw the man and work from there."

He watched as Dean took a deep breath before starting his story. "I was at the Roadhouse having a few beers with my friends. Ellen caught my eye and gestured over to a man who was harassing a young woman. Ellen's a good friend of mine, so whenever there's a problem in the bar, she has me take care of it for her and I'm happy to do that. Less shit for her to deal with. I kept an eye on the two until the man just wouldn't take no for an answer and then walked over to them. I asked him to leave her alone, he wouldn't. I offered to call him a cab, but he didn't want that either, so I suggested we step outside so we don't cause a scene and so no one got hurt. I walked out of the bar and he was right behind me. The door closed and we made it a few feet from the door before I felt something hard hit the back of my head. The next thing I remember was waking up in the trunk of a car."

Castiel nodded, giving Dean a moment before he continued with his story. The two never looked away from each other. "I remembered that some trunks have release hatches in the trunk and I started to search for one. I found it. I popped open the trunk and jumped out while the car wasn't moving that fast. The man, I don't know his name, he saw the trunk pop open and stopped the car. I almost outran him, but he caught up to me and tackled me to the ground. Then he chloroformed me.

Next thing I remember was waking up in that building with my wrists and ankles tied together. He started calling me pretty boy. He was drinking whiskey. He would circle me, kicking me at times. Throw a few punches. He beat the shit out of me for hours until I would pass out from the pain. When I woke up, he'd start in on it again. He stood me up and hung me from that damn hook after a few beatings. After he made sure to beat me enough to where I couldn't escape. After awhile, he finally told me why he took me. He said that some pretty boy had a one night stand with his sister and got her pregnant. She never saw him again and ended up killing herself and the baby after it was born. He said he was the one who found them."

He nodded his head once more, remembering reading that in Jake's file. "That's when I told him. I told him I…"

Dean finally looked away from him and stared down at his hands. Castiel leaned forward and gently rested his hand on top of Dean's. "What did you tell him, Dean?"

Dean slowly looked up at Castiel until their eyes locked once more. It took him a minute before he could find the words and continue his story. "I told him that I don't have one night stands with women. I told him that I don't swing that way. That's when he snapped and the beatings got worse. He called me names…faggot, queer, you name it. Every name you can think of, he used it. Then he got the idea that it would be even worse to rape me. He was undoing my pants when you guys showed up."

Castiel's eyes narrowed and his temper immediately flared. That sick bastard. He stood up and began pacing the room. He wasn't quite sure what to say.

SPN

Dean watched as the blue-eyed man paced furiously. He could practically see the steam rolling off of him. He didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on inside the man's mind, so he just sat back and watched.

Dean caught himself wondering whether or not the agent was gay. He was very attractive and quite addicting to the eye. When he'd placed his hand over Dean's, Dean had felt a kind of spark inside of him ignite. And when he'd taken his hand away as he stood to pace, Dean felt like a small chunk of himself went with him.

He didn't even know this man, and yet he felt so connected to him. Dean was never one to make quick connections like this. With all the guys that he'd dated, nothing ever sparked. He never felt complete when he was with them, but he did when he was with Castiel.

"Cas, would you stop pacing? You're making me dizzy." He shifted slightly on the bed and a soft groan escaped his lips before he could stop it.

SPN

Castiel was furious. How dare that man lay a finger on Dean. How dare he torture him just because he's gay. Castiel had never had any patience or sympathy with those who discriminated against anyone, especially when it was among the gay community.

He understood how Jake had mistaken Dean for a womanizer. He had the looks and the attitude of someone who would pick up women at the bar and take them home for the night. If Dean hadn't told him that he was gay, Castiel doubted that he would have known.

Every time Castiel would walk by the bed, he'd glance over at Dean and smile inwardly. He knew that already he would do anything for this man. He would do everything in his power to make sure nothing happened to him. He would do everything it took to make sure he healed and was safe.

He thought briefly about the possibility of going out with him after he'd made a recovery. He could take Dean out for a couple of drinks. Maybe even…

"Cas, would you stop pacing? You're making me dizzy." A soft groan tore Castiel from his thoughts and his head whipped around to look at the man lying on the bed. He saw a wave of pain wash over Dean's face before it was gone, hidden behind the wall he keeps around himself.

He moved immediately to Dean's side and placed his hand over Dean's once more. Their eyes locked and Dean lowered the wall for a moment, letting Castiel see deep into his soul. A moment later, the wall was back up.

"I won't hurt you, Dean. I'm here to protect you." A small smile played at Dean's lips. Cas reached over and pressed the pain medication button knowing that Dean never would no matter how much pain he was in. He was too much of a fighter for that.

As the pain medication started to drag Dean down into unconsciousness, Cas heard Dean mumble something. He had murmured, "My angel…"

SPN

Cas stayed with Dean while he slept for awhile before he had to leave and get back to his duties. When he walked into the office he shared with his partner, Balthazar looked up from all the paperwork he was doing.

"Hey, Cassie. Did you get that statement?" Cas nodded as he walked to his desk and sat down. He just sat there staring down at his desk for several long minutes before Balthazar looked back up and over to him. "Hey, is something wrong?"

Cas shook his head slowly. He was deep in thought. "You're thinking about Mr. Handsome, aren't you? I haven't seen you look like that since…well, never actually. Why don't you just ask him out?"

Cas finally looked up at his partner, breaking out of his thoughts of the green-eyed man. "How did you know…?" Balthazar rolled his eyes and set down his pen. "Oh please, Cassie, it's obvious. He's extremely handsome and gay. You finally found someone that attractive who is in fact of the same sexual orientation as you. And yet you haven't asked him out yet."

It was Cas's turn to roll his eyes. "He's in the hospital, Balthazar. He was severely injured and in a great deal of pain. If I were going to ask him, I would wait until after he's made a recovery."

Balthazar stared at his partner dumbfounded. "You don't even know how…That's not how you win the guy, Cassie. Dean-o is the damsel in distress, for lack of a better analogy, and you're the prince in shining armor that charges into the castle and saves him from the big, bad monster. You have to take advantage of that while you still can. Take my advice: ask him if he wants to go get a drink once he's recovered. While he's still in the hospital. That will give him something to look forward to and something to push his recovery along a lot faster. Trust me, motivation can do wonders for the body."

Cas was slowly nodding his head, taking in everything that Balthazar said. It made sense. And anything that would speed along Dean's recovery was enough to get Cas out of his chair and on his way.

Balthazar chuckled as he watched Cas quickly walk out of the office, determination written plainly across his face.

Cas arrived at the hospital not long after his conversation with Balthazar. He had taken a longer route so as to come up with what he was going to say. There was no real reason for him to be back at the hospital. He had gotten Dean's statement about what had happened, so there was no more official business to be done. This was strictly personal.

He made his way through the hospital, still trying to come up with what he could say. Come up with a reason as to why he was back already. He was still drawing a blank as he approached Dean's room.

Jo was down the hallway on her way back to check on Dean when she saw Cas approach the door, hesitate, and then walk into the room. She smiled to herself and decided to give the men some time alone.

Cas opened the door and stepped through. He quickly looked around and noticed that Dean was awake again and that he was alone.

"I'm not disturbing you, am I?" Dean looked away from the small tv in the corner of the room and his eyes met Cas's. Cas smiled as he watched Dean's face light up at seeing Cas standing there. "Of course not! Wow, two visits in one day. I must either be pretty special or the agency must be running a little slow today."

Cas heard the joke in his voice and smiled. He decided to play along a little. "It depends on which one you'd prefer." Dean's smile stretched a little and he chuckled. "Well, either way, it's good news for me."

Cas's smile widened and he nodded, getting comfortable in the chair he had been sitting in earlier. Seeing Dean happy made him happy. He would do anything to keep that smile on his face.

"Dean, I..um…have a question for you. That's why I came back." Dean's face turned serious and he nodded for Cas to continue. Cas looked down at his hands, suddenly very nervous.

"You're a very interesting person, Dean." A small smile started to pull the corners of Dean's mouth up. "Well, thanks, Cas. I think?" Cas nodded slowly, trying to get up the courage to just ask him.

"I was just wondering…if you'd like to go for drinks or something once you've healed. You don't have to or anything, I was just curious if we could get to know each other better."

A big grin slowly slipped onto Dean's face as he realized that Cas was trying to ask him out. He stayed silent for a moment, trying to get the man to look up at him instead of staring down at his hands. Dean could tell he was really nervous, but he wanted to look into those blue eyes when he gave his answer.

"Cas," He waited until Cas finally looked up from his hands and into Dean's eyes. "I would love to." Cas visibly relaxed into his seat and his face lit up.

They sat in comfortable silence for awhile just enjoying each other's company. After a few minutes, Cas got brave and reached over to the bed. His hand wrapped around Dean's and Dean moved his hand to give Cas better access. Their fingers intertwined together and both smiled.

They sat there holding hands watching the tv in silence. It wasn't too long before Cas turned to look at Dean and saw him fighting to keep his eyes open. Cas smiled and squeezed his hand slightly. "Get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." Dean smiled and allowed himself to drift off to sleep. The last thing that went through his mind before his slipped into a dream was the beautiful face of his angel.

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