"What does he mean it's a them?" Sam spoke up, a little flustered. "And you didn't think to tell me about this..angel egg thing before?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry. I wanted you to focus on healing, not worry about everything for once."

Sam crossed his arms as he lay on the bed. "I'm not going anywhere, Dean." He huffed.

"Good." Dean replied curtly. "Then I'll be back after dinner."

"I meant I'm not gonna die on you so you might as well start telling me things, Dean!" He complained. "I'm not...ugh, Dean, I'm not as breakable as you're making it seem!"

"Fine, Sam." He plopped down on the edge of his bed. "When I found 'im he had this..egg, whatever, and he hasn't left it for a second, even when I gave him a ba-"

Sam snorted. "Dean, you gave Cas a bath?" He broke into a smile. "Oh my..g-ahahaa!"

Dean's ears felt hot and his face flushed pink. "He didn't know how, okay! He was filthy! And I didn't see anything, FYI."

Sam's chortling turned into full on belly-laughs. "You-gave-bahahaha!"

"Okay, that's enough pain meds for you." Dean growled, ducking his head as to avoid Sam's eyes. But something was missing.

"Sam, quit it for a sec. Where are your pain killers?"

Sam wiped a teary eye. "Hoooo, man. I dunno, Dean, I was sleeping for the past three hours."

Dean clenched his hand into a fist. "Okay. I'll see you after dinner, Sam."

Dean was able to meet up with Cas on his way to the dining room, and he roughly grabbed his bicep in passing. He was met with somewhat of a startled blue-eyed glare, as Cas pressed his lips together and avoided his eyes.

"Hand them over." Dean growled. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Cas said nothing as he stared him down, just the bottom of his eye twitched slightly.

"The meds, Cas. Cough 'em up."

"I wasn't...my wing-cuts hurt." He replied meekly. "It's not what you think."

Dean punched his hand into his pocket and took out the bottle of pills. "And it's going to stay that way." He growled again. "You come to me if they start hurting. And I'll administer them."

Cas sighed and pulled the egg closer. "I know what I'm doing, Dean." He shot back.

"My house, my rules." Dean's face was inches within Cas's. "So you come to me if you want pills."

Then if it's not his house, it's not his rules. Cas thought bitterly. I have money, and I can buy my own.

"Fine." Cas replied bitterly.

"Good." Dean mumbled back, letting go of his arm finally with a tiny shove. "I made spaghetti."

...

Dean and Cas didn't say anything to each other at dinner. Neither did Kevin as he noticed that the two men were fueding, even though he'd been planning for a long conversation. Dean had his arms crossed, while Cas avoided everyone's gaze and was looking at his plate of food only, the noodles slipping off his fork time after time and flecking red spaghetti sauce everywhere.

"Oh for God's sake!" Crowley finally spoke up after a crushingly awkward silence. "What is this, Sesame Street? Teach that damn kid how to eat already or I'm going to lose it!" He demonstrated by holding the fork awkwardly with his cuffed hands. "Look! I can barely even move my hands and I can do it!"

"Leave him alone." Dean shot back acidly, kicking the man's leg under the table. "He's learning."

The noodles once again unwound off the ex-angel's fork and plopped wetly onto the plate below. Cas stared at it dejectedly. A vein was practically pulsing by Crowley's temple with annoyance.

"You better be careful, Cas. You have no idea what that thing you're holding means." Crowley muttered, working his cuffed hands somehow to take another bite.

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Is that a threat? You're this close to being in that dungeon for a week straight."

"No, I'm serious!" Crowley insisted, his eyes lighting up. "I can smell that thing from here, and I'm barely even a demon anymore. It must be putting out some kind of, I dunno, radius."

"Aren't demons going on the down low for now? I mean, the gates are partially shut, anyway." Dean shot back.

Crowley rolled his eyes. "For now, Squirrel. But if that thing doesn't hatch soon.." He lifted his eyebrows and shrugged casually. "A few of my little friends from below might skillet themselves an omlete." He chewed on a bite of spaghetti.

He was met with a look of disbelief and annoyance from Dean. "You're not-"

"Oh, I'm dead serious." Crowley said back casually. "Us demons haven't consumed an angel egg in eons. Heaven always kept them so far out of reach, so inconvient. Angels are really so powerful, and to consume them while they are nothing but pure energy- makes a demon almost unstoppable."

"How the hell do you know all this?" Dean growled, his jaw clenching.

"The last demon to consume an angel egg? Me." He grinned a little. "Before that it was Abbadon."

Then, before Dean could stop him, the ex-angel had thrown himself at Crowley and was throwing a flurry of hard, swinging punches, a sick whumping and skin-on-skin sound.

"Cas!" Dean screamed out, grabbing the shirt by the nape of the neck and forcing him backwards. Cas's jaw was locked as his pain-filled eyes bored into his now-bloody face.

He unconsciously had his hand planted on Cas's chest as he restrained him. "Crowley? Are you okay?" Dean forced himself to bite out.

The ex-demon spat a little bit of blood from his mouth and nodded.

"Why are you defending him?" Cas yelled hoarsely. "He killed infants from my family! He's killed others! Your friends!"

"I know he has. He was a demon then." Dean said almost under his breath.

"Are you saying he has an excuse?!" Cas spat back. "It's dangerous to have my fledglings around him!"

"All I'm saying is that he's human now, Cas. He was trying to warn you. And even though I seriously hate to say this...we're trying to give him a new start."

Cas huffed out an angry breath and tried to push past, but Dean's hand forced him back. Dean knew he was just being protective against his egg, and future children, but he couldn't have this kind of fighting under his roof. And he hated that he was doing this, but he knew Crowley had changed, and it was time to start treating him like what he was now-human.

"Cas. Chill out, okay?" He tried to calm him down. "He's cuffed, and I won't let him anywhere near Eggy. I promise."

Cas bit down on his teeth. "I do not wish to look at him right now." He turned away slightly to protect the egg.

"Okay. You can come with me to go on a little grocery run for the house, get some air. Kevin," Dean pointed at the kid, who straightened up, his dark eyes bright. "You're the man of the house while I'm gone, okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure." He answered, taking a sidelong glance at Crowley's bloody face. "Should I-"

"Just throw him back in the dungeon. I mean basement." Dean said, leading the distraught Cas away.

"I am not done with my food." Crowley frowned. "And you purposely burned my lunch earlier."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let him finish eating, then throw him back." He led Cas to his room. "I'll lend you some clothes for now, Cas."

Crowley grinned at the nervous-looking Kevin, a little blood trickling from his split lip.

"Boo."

He joked, and Kevin jumped up to scamper after Dean. "Dean! Can you put him back before you leave? Please?!"

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