Fighting to Forget:

Chapter Seven;

Confrontation


Caution: This story contains Adult Themes. Some of these themes include: Angst, Depression, Self harm, Alcohol use, Explicit drug use, Adult language, Gore and (some) Forced sexual situations.

Disclaimer: All situations and characters interpreted here are a work of complete fiction. Some characters are based on the wildly popular cult CW series; Supernatural© owned by Eric Kripke. I do not claim to own these characters in any way, shape or form. Any other similarities between real or actual events or persons (Aside from previously mentioned) is purely coincidental and they are in no way intended to offend or appropriate the subjects that I have adapted to these particular circumstances taking place within my story. Thank you.

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"How the hell does this douchebag even know where you are?" Dean asked angrily, shutting the door to Baby as he settled himself behind the wheel.

Castiel and I sat in the back seat together as Sam put my things into the trunk. As much as I wanted to hold Castiel's hand again, I refrained, for fear of making him or Sam uncomfortable in the confined space. I was conflicted about my feelings for Castiel and wondered how Sam would feel about me getting closer to the Angel. Was I accidentally breaking a bro code? Dean didn't seem to be bothered by the way he found us at the hospital. Although he seemed more detached from his feelings than Sam was.

I cleared my throat and glanced nervously at Castiel before I spoke. "He's a determined person, I'll give him that. I have no idea how he knows I'm here." Lie. I knew how, just not why. "My guess is that he knows I was admitted to the hospital."

Dean stretched his right arm along the front bench seat and turned to look at me. "How would he know that?"

"His best friend is my family doctor." I said.

"Oh, well, that's just fuckin' dandy!" he yelled. "I swear to God I'm going to kick his fucking ass when I see him. That bastard has no right to be looking for you!"

I didn't know why he felt so protective of me. It was sort of endearing, in a weird kind of way. He was still sort of a stranger to me, even if he said that I was like family now. I played with the cotton lining in my cast nervously. The weight of it feeling very foreign. I'd never broken a bone in my wrist before. My leg and my ankle once but never my arms or hands. I also couldn't stop messing with it, no matter what I did to try and quiet my mind.

"Don't start anything, Dean. It's not that I don't have faith in you being able to kick his ass, really I do, but if we can avoid conflict it would be best for everyone."

"Yeah, but-"

Sam then opened the passenger door, cutting Dean's statement short, and slid inside. "Bag's in the trunk." He said, closing the door with a slam.

"Hey! Be careful with Baby." Dean scolded before turning to face me again.

"Do you know what he wants at least?"

"Nope. All he said was that he was at the hotel and wanted to know where I was. He didn't reply to my text."

Dean looked skeptical but turned around and started the car anyway. Baby roared to life and the loud rumble of her engine helped calm my nerves. I absolutely adored classic cars, and Baby was definitely a beauty.

"Just promise me that you'll keep your distance from him. I don't want to end up killing him in broad daylight for putting his hands on you." Dean said as he pulled out of the Hospital's parking lot.

"I can assure you, Dean, that if he comes even remotely close to Whitney with ill intentions I will deal with him accordingly." Castiel managed to make his threat sound surprisingly nonchalant. I idly wondered if this was how he was all the time. Did he ever lose his temper?

My ex was stretched out on the back of my car when we pulled in. I immediately felt hatred flare in my chest. I didn't like anyone touching my car, let alone my ex lounging on it like he fucking owned it. Edward sat laid out across the rear windshield and trunk, his hands behind his head comfortably and feet crossed at the ankles. He was wearing old faded blue jeans and a fitted graphic shirt depicting the characters from Suicide Squad.

It pissed me off to see him looking so relaxed and serene while I was barely keeping a hold of my emotions. I was mortified to have my new friends see my ex so soon after reluctantly telling them about our history. I was also extremely anxious about the confrontation that was likely to ensure after I exited the car. It was also a bit awkward given the fact that I had recently slept with Sam and now had Castiel willing to go to bat for me. It was my own fucked up version of a love triangle, only it also involved my abusive husband.

Sam pointed him out as we got closer to my car. "Is that him?"

I sighed, butterflies flitting around in my stomach like mad. I was so close to vomiting. "Unfortunately."

"What a fucking douche." Dean commented, parking Baby about twenty feet from where my ex currently was.

Without waiting for anyone else, I opened my door and got out of the car.

"Get off of my car, Eddie!" I shouted as I strode towards him.

He sat up, grinning like a mad man at me and put his hands in his lap. "But I'm comfy sitting here." He smiled at me as if to say 'what are you going to do if I don't?' and stayed firmly where he was. "Besides, is that really any way to greet your loving husband? I was worried about you, ya know."

I scowled at him. There was a time his cocky attitude and award-winning smile would have made my knees weak, but now all I felt was hatred and disdain.

I heard the boys get out of the car and I folded my arms across my chest. "Get off my car, Eddie. I'm not joking."

Edward laughed and held up his hands in mock surrender. "Oh, I'm so scared." I set my jaw and glared at him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have Dean beat him up. It might actually be satisfying to watch.

"That's your car?" Dean asked in disbelief from somewhere behind me. I ignored him as I watched Edward shift his gaze over my shoulder at him. "What a beaut."

"Who are your friends, Whitney?" He laughed and looked back to me. "You think your friends are gonna beat me up?"

I flexed my jaw and stood my ground, ignoring his taunting. I was determined to show him that I didn't need him and that he didn't hold power over me any longer.

"We might." Dean said lazily, sounding very confident. "You should probably do what she says and get the hell off her car." I glanced behind me and felt significantly better as Dean, Sam and Castiel stood behind me. Castiel had his eyes narrowed at Edward, his hands clenched into fists at his side. It was like he was seeing something that nobody else was.

I could clearly see the anger in Edward's eyes as he regarded Dean and the two other men at his side. He slid down the trunk and pushed himself off, landing carefully on his feet.

"This isn't any of your business, buddy. Why don't you just let me talk to my wife in private? Go on, I'm sure you have better things to do." Edward stood in front of Stranger's trunk, his hands at his sides, feet firmly planted beneath him. He looked about as defensive as you could get.

Dean mockingly laughed at him. "I think it's a bit late for that, don't you think? What's with all this 'wife' shit anyway? Weren't you the one who filed for a divorce?"

Edward closed his mouth and eyed the three men in front of him suspiciously. Castiel was now at my side, still glaring at my ex as if he were an unwanted pest. Sam and Dean were now about five feet from my car, standing side by side. Sam had his right hand behind his back, gripping the gun that was tucked into the waist of his jeans.

"Whatever that bitch told you, it probably isn't the truth." Something deep inside of me was shouting with glee as I heard the uncertainty in Eddie's voice. You should be scared you fucking piece of shit. I found myself suddenly hoping that Castiel or Dean would make good on their threats. No matter the situation, it still felt terrible to have him call me a bitch. Especially now in front of Castiel.

"We don't need your sob story." Dean said sarcastically. "And it doesn't matter what she said to us, you look like the self absorbed piece of shit woman abuser that you very likely are. Now, why don't you run along so I don't have to smash your face into the concrete for calling her outside of her name, huh?" Dean raised his eyebrows and nodded at him encouragingly.

Edward tensed and balled his hands into fists. "You wanna run that by me again? I don't take kindly to threats, boy."

This amused Dean. He smiled and turned to Sam. "He's not afraid of me." He chuckled at his brother and Sam returned the smile. Looking at Edward, Sam shrugged. "You sure you wanna do this? We're giving you a chance to leave while you can."

Disbelief crossed Edward's face briefly before he looked back to me. "Baby, why can't you just talk to me? I just wanna talk, that's all. David called and said you were admitted to the hospital and wanted to know why I wasn't with you." Edward took a step towards me and I could sense Castiel's unease as he stiffened beside me.

"Are you okay?"

Fucking false niceties. This man was such a manipulative asshole. I was worried that he would talk his way out of this and make me out to be a liar.

"Don't pretend you care, Eddie. You already made it perfectly clear to me how you felt when you beat me within an inch of my life."

Anger tore across his face and he paused to compose himself before replying.

"I do care, Whitney. It's you who don't care. I already apologized for what I did, so there's no reason for you to hold it against me now."

I couldn't help but to laugh at him. "Are you fucking serious? I was lucky you didn't paralyze me, you prick! How could I not hold that against you? Not only were you the reason I was in a coma in the first place, you also left me while I was fighting for my life!"

I could feel tears threatening to spill again and it made me even more angry at him. I boldly stepped forward and closed the gap between us. "You can go to hell, Eddie!"

Edward scowled at me, his face reddening with anger. A vein throbbed at the side of his neck as he flexed his jaw. His normally soft blue eyes were so dark with anger that they were almost black. Suddenly he surged forward and slapped me across the face. "Watch your mouth you cunt." He hissed. "Maybe I should have fucking killed you. It's not like you're exactly worth anything. I bet the only reason you have these three with you is because you're fucking them. God, you're such a disgusting little whore."

I cradled my stinging cheek as I stared at him in shock. I hadn't expected him to actually hit me, or to say the things he was. Especially not in front of other people. I took a hesitant step back and just stared at the man I had loved since I was in high school. Anger twisted his face so much that I hardly recognized him. Could this really be the man I married? What happened to the sweet young man who promised me the world, took me to my first high school dance and proposed to me while kneeling in the rain with dozens of roses and 'Marry me' written out solely using candles? It was staggering to see the drastic change in him so clearly.

When I shook myself from my daze I realized that someone was holding me around my waist and Dean was shouting something unintelligible as Castiel punched Edward across his face repeatedly.

Holy hell.

Castiel had Edward pinned to the ground, his left fist balled up in my ex's shirt, using it for leverage as he struck him across the face. Blood spattered across the concrete after the fourth blow and I could finally recognize that Dean was yelling for Castiel to stop hitting him.

Castiel paused at Dean's words, fist still in the air, and glanced back at him. Everything had happened so quickly.

Eddie was smiling up at the Angel, his white teeth now coated with his blood. It was sort of sinister so see him looking so pleased as he lay battered and bleeding under Castiel.

"Cass, it's not worth it. You made your point. Let him up." It sounded like Dean was negotiating with him. "Come on, don't do something you'll regret."

Castiel looked back down at Edward and I got a good glimpse of his face. His mouth was twisted into a snarl and his eyes were so full of hatred that my chest tightened with anxiety. It shocked me to see the Angel look so damned angry. He was taking deep, ragged breaths and as I gazed at him I could see now that he had a large bruise forming under his left eye. Edward must have gotten a hook in sometime before being pinned to the ground.

Castiel struck him one final time, causing Edward to groan and spit out a large amount of blood. Castiel rose, dropping Edward to the ground in the process.

"Don't you ever… lay another hand on Whitney, do you understand?" Castiel seethed. "The next time I will not hesitate to kill you."

Eddie spit out another mouthful of blood and used the back of his hand to wipe at his lips. "Fucking psycho." He muttered, pushing himself up with shaky arms. Castiel watched him warily as he stood up and then glanced in my direction for the first time. Once our eyes met his face softened and he looked almost guilty.

"This isn't over, Whitney." Edward gasped, stumbling his way over to his truck. "I'll be back, and you won't have your friends around to protect you." The coldness of his voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're gonna regret this you fucking cunt! Just remember I gave you the chance to talk to me and you spat in my face." He climbed up into his truck and slammed the door. We watched as he peeled out of the parking lot, his wheels leaving long, black streaks on the pavement.

Part of me wanted to rejoice because I had gotten what I wished for. The other part was so shocked to see the violent side of Castiel that I couldn't form a coherent thought. All that kept running through my mind was my disbelief at the Angel's temper and the heat pooling in my belly. I was so incredibly turned on that I just couldn't help myself.

Without realising that I had pulled from Sam's grip around my waist, I was now standing in front of Castiel, his cerulean blue eyes boring into mine as I stared at him. I was so thankful that he gave Eddie what he deserved, that he stood up for me and was so deeply offended by my ex slapping me that he beat him up right then and there. I studied Castiel as he stared down at me. Impossible as it seemed, he was even more handsome with blood streaked across his face. His full, sculpted lips were parted slightly, his eyes darkened with anger, pupils blown wide with adrenaline, and all I wanted to do was just-

I grabbed the front of Castiel's white oxford and pulled myself up, pressing my lips firmly against his, letting my eyes flutter shut. They were so soft and slightly wet. I gasped against his lips when I felt an electric shock course down my spine. My entire body tingled and broke out in goosebumps. Castiel stiffened under my touch momentarily before he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest, kissing me softly in return. I faintly heard Dean mutter something, but all I could focus on was how damn good it felt to have Cass' lips on mine. It was perfect. He was perfect, and I was in heaven. I couldn't even accurately describe the feelings that were washing over me, the only thing I had on my mind was how happy I felt being in the Angel's arms. I was beyond elated to have him reciprocate my kiss and the immense pleasure I felt at the simple motion was so overwhelming to me that my knees buckled beneath me.

Castiel broke our kiss with a soft noise and gazed down at me, his arms tightening around my waist to help keep me upright. His eyes swept over my face, shifting back and forth in repeated motions. His dark brows knitted together as he finally held my gaze.

"What was that for?" He asked breathily.

I blushed as he continued to stare at me. I was suddenly very shy and embarrassed that I kissed him the way I did. Had I been too bold for him? Do angels kiss often? I hoped I didn't scare him or make him feel uncomfortable. Then I realized exactly what I had done and glanced worriedly to where Sam had been standing, but both he and Dean were nowhere in the parking lot.

Castiel's arms tightened around me, pulling my gaze back to him. He reached up and brushed his fingers across my cheek and smiled down at me. "Thank you for that." He whispered. "It was very pleasant."

I flushed again and giggled nervously, fingers flexing in the fabric of his shirt. "I-Im sorry if that caught you off guard. I didn't mean to-"

"It's all right." He sighed, cutting me off from what possibly would have been an embarrassing ramble. "I thoroughly enjoyed it."

I kept getting this peculiar feeling that Castiel was a virgin. It might have been his body language, the way he went rigid as I kissed him, or the way he described it. Oddly enough the thought of him being a virgin sort of excited me. Not in a perverse kind of way, but more so because I would potentially be the first person he would be with physically, and the thought of him being with anyone else made me feel crazy with jealousy. Bizarre, I know.

"Was that the first time you've been kissed?" I asked, trying my damnedest to swallow the nervous lump in my throat.

"No," he murmured softly, his fingers now working their way into my hair. I fought down the pang of disappointment in my stomach and closed my eyes. His fingers felt really good against my scalp. "But I hope you to be the last person I kiss."

Castiel pulled away from me and it was disappointing. "let's return to your room. I'm told that public displays of affection can sometimes be uncomfortable to witness. It's best we take this somewhere more private." He grasped my hand firmly and encouraged me to walk beside him. I was now fully aware of how nervous I actually was. My legs felt like jelly and my stomach was in my throat. I was going to be alone with this Angel in my hotel room and I was, for once, at a complete loss for words.