A/N: Yeah, so these are such short chapters but it just seemed to flow like that. but I'm hoping your enjoying :D


CHAPTER SEVEN

"We didn't order pizza." Though now Dean was wishing they had and his stomach agreed.

He thought the guy had realised his mistake and left, until the hammering started again. "Pizza!" he shouted.

Dean clenched his jaw tight and waited for the guy to give up, but it seemed the 'townspeople' where becoming more determined as he heard a heavy blow against the wood, he saw it rattle and knew it wouldn't stand up to much, not with only a table pressed against it. He looked over his shoulder to the large heavy dresser. He'd have to move it, and the bed to. But he couldn't until the insane jerk outside stopped trying to kick the door down.

With a grunt of rage Dean pushed the table aside and opened the door a crack, his shotgun in his hand. "I said no to the pizza." The man was craning his neck to see past Dean which would probably have been funny under different circumstances. "Get lost."

The young collage guy didn't listen and tried to push past Dean but was stopped in his tracks when the butt of a shotgun was smashed into his nose.

"Sorry kid, but I think my friends learnt more than enough from pizza men." He smirked.

The young man staggered backwards, his hands over his nose as it gushed blood, dropping the pizza box.

Dean never being a man to turn down free food snatched the box. "As payment for disturbing our peace." Then he slammed the door closed.

Dropping the box on the table, he rushed to the mattress stripped bed and tipped it over, half carrying, half dragging it to the window. All the while swearing that when he got his hands of that witch he was going to rip her a new one for putting them through this shit.

He rested the wooden bedframe against the mattress knowing it wasn't going to be much protection but it would be a delay, hopefully giving him and Cas a change. Besides he didn't have anything else. When it was safely pressed against the window he took a moment to catch his breath, once more pressing his hand to his side and clenching his jaw against the pain. After a few minutes he rushed over to the dresser and called for Cas. The door opened nervously.

"Help me move this!" he snapped through gritted teeth.

Castiel hadn't felt so completely useless since…. Ever. Even when he'd lost most of his angel abilities the first time round he'd still been stronger than the average human. Now helping Dean move a chest of drawers was making sweat bead on his brow. His face was turning red and his human heart was pounding. When the drawers where against the door, Castiel stood gasping for breath.

Dean frowned at the angel. "Cas?"

"I- I a-am f-fine." He stammered before stumbling towards the bed.

"You don't look it. – I said you guys didn't walk enough?"

"I- I'm F-fine…." He took a couple of deep breaths. "I just didn't think it would be so heavy." He looked at the chest as if he wanted to blow it to smithereens with a thought, then he looked up at Dean and for the first time notice the darkening bruises across his jaw and eye, as well as the way his hand resting against his side.

"You are injured Dean?"

"I'm fine!"

Cas winced at the anger in his friends tone, causing that horrid guilty feeling to rush through him again. The emotions that he had usually been able to repress where growing stronger and Cas was nervous of just what that meant.

"So it's not just your radar that's down."

"No." Cas said with attitude.

The two men glared at each other in a silent challenge. It seemed that while the rest of the town was turning into sex crazed loons, these two men were suffering the reverse. At this very moment – if the looks on their faces where any judge. – they wanted to take a swing at one another. The tension in the room could almost be cut with a knife.

Finally Dean broke the tension with a tight laugh that caused pain to shot up his chest.

"You should sit down." Cas snapped.

"I'm fine."

"You are not!" Cas stood and pushed Dean to sit on the end of the bed. "You will need time to heal, as I am unable to assist you."

The hunter glared at him. "Fine." He shuffled back against the head board and sighed with relief as his back rested against the lush pillows.

Cas was watching him with far more interest than he should. He quickly turned away to conceal the blush that was creeping up his cheeks.

"Grab the pizza, Cas." Dean asked, his tone dropping back to normal.

The angel snatched the large red and white pizza box off the table and brought it to Dean, placing it beside him on the bed before stepping back. Dean threw back the lid and pulled out a slice, its herb and meat aroma filling his nostrils. He sighed with delight before glancing up at Cas who stood in his usual statuesque fashion, his arms hanging limply at his side, staring into space rather than at anything of important like Dean or the pizza.

Dean always thought it was like he was trying rather too hard not to look human. That he doth protest too much kind of something. Like if he couldn't see it, it didn't exist and thereby he wouldn't have to feel anything. Only problem was that something just wouldn't be ignored. Like the scent of a freshly baked pizza.