AN: And I'm back once again, and from the dead this time. I've just got back to school from the holidays, so I've been kinda busy. And just to get away from everything I decided to write. Hopefully, this will lead to all the things I have planned. Read, enjoy, review!
"Lucy, I'm home!" Dean shouted as he walked in to the apartment. He laughed a bit at himself before closing the door behind him.
"Nobody cares, Dean." Sam replied. He sat on the couch with his eyes glued to the TV. Dean frowned and muttered some well chosen words before he asked where Castiel was. Sam pointed at his bedroom door, and Dean walked up to it. He knocked three times before Castiel told him he could enter.
"So, Castiel. What have you..." said Dean but stopped himself as his eyes got wider. He swallowed and a heat started to spread on his cheeks.
"What have you done today?" he continued and turned away his gaze. Castiel was wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. The dark hair was wet and all over his face. Dean had to give it to him. He was not as muscular and big as Dean, but he was really firm. Dean didn't want to stare, in case Castiel would feel uncomfortable.
"Nothing, really. I watched some of your movies and ate." Castiel responded and Dean turned his gaze to his face. He only dared to because Castiel's smile was so enchanting.
Dean couldn't help but smile back.
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Dean glanced at Castiel and Sam who had fallen asleep next to him on the couch. He rolled his eyes before poking on them. Gentle on Castiel, harsh on Sam.
"Okay, you two. Time to go to bed."
Sam growled but got up and stumbled to his bedroom. Castiel on the other hand didn't move. Dean took a deep breathe and allowed himself to really look at him before poking him again.
"That means you too."
Castiel grunted and leaned towards Dean. His heart rushed at the speed of a running horse as he felt Castiel against his chest. He smiled to himself before getting up. He grabbed Castiel and guided him towards the bedroom. When they arrived to the bed, Castiel fell straight on it with a loud sigh. Dean laughed quietly before tucking him in.
After resisting giving Castiel a kiss on his forehead, Dean sat down in front of the TV once more. He didn't pay notice to the screen, instead he was thinking about how strange Crowley had been in school. He had given Dean weird looks and smiles, but a hint of fear was always lurking in every move he made. He even had walked up to him and asked how Castiel was doing.
That was the weirdest. Crowley hated Castiel with his guts – as far as Dean knew – so why would he ask him how he felt? Maybe he had a heart after all.
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Dean sat up and gasped for air as a loud scream echoed in the apartment. Without thinking he threw himself off the couch and launched forward. Sam peeked out from his bedroom but as he saw Dean, he slowly backed away. He knew he wouldn't be able to help Castiel the same way Dean could.
Dean smashed the door open at the time Castiel screamed again. He froze when he saw Castiel turn in agony and pain with his eyes shut in horror.
"No... no." Castiel mumbled and Dean took a few steps closer to him.
"Crowley, no!" Dean stopped. His mind went blank. It all made sense. Crowley didn't have a heart. He was the devil himself.
When Castiel screamed again, Dean crawled into his bed and took Castiel in his arms. He breathed heavily when Castiel calmed down. He glanced at Castiel's face and bit his lips as he saw that the cheeks were wet. Castiel held onto Dean for dear life, pulling him close.
"Don't worry, Cas. I'm here for you." Dean whispered and pulled Castiel close.
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Dean had been preparing himself for this moment all day.
When Castiel had woken up and they had their breakfast, Dean had kept his mouth shut. Sam didn't say anything either, probably because he thought Dean and Castiel already had talked. Dean had simply kept it to himself and had avoid the looks Castiel gave him through out the morning.
Sam and Dean had then walked to school, and they both were feeling guilty off leaving Castiel all alone after a nightmare like that. But Dean knew he would be home sooner than expected.
He was sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, just waiting. His eyes were almost black out of rage, his right leg wouldn't stop moving and he clenched his fists over and over. People gave him strange looks and whispered amongst each other. He didn't look at anyone.
When his gaze landed on a small group of people he stopped moving. Crowley had his back against him. Meg, Ruby and a bunch of other guys were standing besides him, all laughing.
It made Dean saw red.
He stood up and walked towards Crowley. He laid his left hand on his shoulder and turned him around. Crowley went from surprised to scared in the blink of a second. Dean didn't have to think. He saw the confirmation in Crowley's eyes. It was he who had beaten Castiel. He and his stupid gang.
Dean raised his right fist, clenched so hard his knuckles where white, and punched Crowley in his face. He fell to the ground and blood slowly began to flow from his nose.
A hand grabbed Dean's arm but he shook it away. He then turned to one of the guys and hit him in the gut. Dean thought his name was Raphael, but he really didn't care as that much. He only knew that he was not going to be stopped from hurting Crowley.
He then began defending himself and attacking the rest of the gang around Crowley. He didn't knew how but he managed to get everyone away from him while whimpering in pain. Dean had gotten a few punches himself, but he ignored the pain. He turned to Crowley who had gotten up from the floor, and punched him in the gut. Crowley bend over, gasped for air. Dean then kneed him in the face and Crowley fell to the floor one more time. Dean slowly sat down next to him and grabbed his chin, turning his gaze towards him. He locked his eyes with Crowley's and he enjoyed the things he could see in his eyes. Fear. Pain. Hopelessness.
"Touch Castiel again and I'll kill you." he said. He released Crowley from his grip and smiled at him before winking. He stood up and that's when he realized how many that was actually staring at him. A teacher pressed through the crowd and stopped in shock. He looked from Crowley, to Dean, to the other boys that were hurt, to Dean again.
"You're coming with me."
Dean shrugged and did as he was told. He didn't care what would happen to him. But when he walked out of the cafeteria he saw Sam. He looked so sad and so broken that Dean felt the coldness flush right off him. His actions wouldn't make an impact on Sam. Not this time.
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"You're so stupid, Dean! This is so typical you!"
Dean was sitting on the couch with his head bent down while listening to Sam shouting at him. Dean had gotten suspended from school, and not kicked out. He thought that was good news. When Dean had been in the principal's office, one boy had told a teacher that he had heard Crowley and the others brag about how they had beaten Castiel. He had told the teacher that Dean and Castiel were good friends and that he was only protecting him when he had raged at Crowley in the cafeteria. The principal had then talked to Crowley and the others. One of the boys had cracked, and they were all kicked out. Dean on the other hand got a milder punishment.
He had known that Sam would be angry with him, but he wanted him to understand. He just didn't want to sell Castiel out. He hadn't told Dean or Sam because of some reason, and he didn't knew if Castiel wanted Sam to know.
"Why. Dean?! Why? That's the only thing I need to know!"
Dean glanced at Sam before looking at Castiel. Sam had red cheeks from the anger and his hair was a mess. He was breathing heavily while waiting for an answer. Castiel on the other hand looked shy, almost scared. He met Dean's gaze and nodded. Dean took a deep breath and looked Sam in the eyes.
"It was Crowley and his group of idiots who had beaten Castiel. I was making sure Crowley understood that I wouldn't let him mess with people I care about." he said and managed to keep himself from blushing. He could feel Castiel looking at him but his eyes were locked on Sam. His rage cooled off and he looked at Castiel.
"Oh." he whispered and blinked a few times. He then shrugged and smiled.
"Then I'm cool with it."
Castiel looked mildly surprised, but Dean dropped his chin. Sam was cool with it?
"Wait, what? You just went from a freaking ball of fire to I'm cool with it? What the hell?" he protested. Sam smiled and shrugged again.
"I don't like when people mess with the people I care about either, Dean. Castiel's practically family." he responded and walked in to the kitchen. Dean grinned and leaned back on the couch. He dared to give Castiel a look and his heart melted.
Castiel's blue eyes were tearing up and they were nailed to Sam's back. He had one of those really beautiful smiles on his lips, and when Sam was no longer in his view he turned to Dean. His smile grew and he laughed quietly. Dean had to take a deep breath.
There was no point denying it. He had fallen head over heals for Castiel.
