Part VII: Name Calling is NOT Nice

"What did you just say?"

Castiel glared darkly at the arrogant man before him, his mouth pulled into a deep frown. How dare he call him such a demeaning thing! It wasn't true of course, but the meanness of it was astonishing.

Dean sighed as the celestial babysitter glared at him, trying to keep from punching him. It was true! The guy was Heaven's epic fail of eternity! How Cas had managed to survive for so long was beyond him.

"Cas, it's true. Hell, Ana had to save your ass before Uriel could kill you."

Castiel looked away, "I was having a bad day."

"Do I need to count down all the times you had your ass handed to you? Please, you need to admit it."

Castiel arched an eyebrow, "Why admit something that isn't true?"

"This is the worst case of denial I have ever seen."

Castiel sat down on the plush couch of the motel, trying to ignore Dean's hurtful words. It couldn't be true. His eyes stared straight ahead, reflecting on past fights. Scowling. Dean WAS right…but he wasn't going to admit it.

Dean watched his friend with a mixed feeling of concern and amusement. The angel's face had gone from denial to complete disgust for his past failures. Suddenly, he had an idea. He'd teach the sentient being to fight!

"Cas…do you want to learn to fight…"

Cas cut him off, "Yes."

Several hours later….

Dean and Cas were both laying on the floor, bruised, and sore from a long day of sparring. Dean's hand was bloody from punching Cas, and Cas was nursing his happy place. Neither knew what to say, until Dean saw how Cas was laying.

"Sore?"

Cas groaned, "That was a low blow."

"Sometimes you have to fight dirty."

"Seriously Dean. Was it necessary to call me that though," Cas asked.

"I was pissed, and amused that an angel can get beaten so often. Didn't you ever learn to fight?"

"No…Dean the next time you call me a wimp…I will smite you."