Dean woke the next morning to a banging on the door.
Who could that be? Dean thought to himself.
Dean opened the door, only to have a drunk John Winchester stumble in.
"What are you doing here?"
Dean asked, helping John to the couch.
"I don't have anywhere...else to go- this is the first place I could think of."
"What's going on?"
Dean asked, grabbing a bowl for his dad.
"I...ran into some trouble... I slept with this guy's wife and he's real mad...he followed me to the motel, but I lost him on the way here...I've also got the cops on my ass, my FBI badge got found out...any chance I can stay here for a few days?"
Dean rolled his eyes, before grabbing the bowl from John.
"Why the fuck should I help you- thought I wasn't your son?"
"Dean, I didn't mean any of those things...I was just a bit upset, but I've come to accept everything. So, can I sleep in your spare room?"
"No, Cas is sleeping there."
"Cas?"
"Oh sorry, my roommate- and boyfriend."
Dean glared at his dad, putting extra emphasis on the word boyfriend just to piss him off. John would be described as "old fashioned", but to Dean, that was just another word for homophobe.
John winced slightly at the word boyfriend, before flashing Dean a fake smile.
"That's...that's fine."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Besides, even if you were fine with the whole boyfriend thing, why should I even let you stay- what you did to me...that was fucked up."
John sighed.
"I know Dean, but I've changed. Please give me a second chance."
Dean glared at his father, pulling him up by his collar before chucking him out of the door.
"I gave you a second chance, and a billion more. Now I'm done. Fuck off, you obsessed bastard."
Dean went to slam the door but John reached his foot out to stop it. John stood up and re-entered the apartment.
"Don't you dare talk to your father like that- didn't I raise you to show some respect."
Dean turned around.
"I'll show you respect when you deserve it, you son of a bitch!"
Dean keeled over as John punched him in the gut.
"Watch your mouth you ungrateful-"
Dean got up and punched his father in the face, John clutched his broken nose.
"I've changed too Dad, now I'm not afraid to fight back. Now I realise that I didn't deserve that, nobody does. You were just cruel and controlling."
"Don't talk to me like that."
John said, kicking and dislocating Dean's knee. Dean collapsed on the floor, scrabbling to get up, but John kicked him hard in the face over and over, until Dean was sure he would choke on his own blood.
"You're still a weak little boy, with no backbone."
John said, standing Dean up only to punch him in the face again.
"You deserves everything you got. You were and still are a useless, no good, worthless faggot."
"Cas!"
Dean croaked out, before he felt his head being slammed against the corner of the table, and the world started fading to black.
Cas ran out of the room, only to see John running out the door, Cas ran down the hall to catch him, but he had already left the building. Cas returned to Dean, cradling his unconscious body in his arms.
"Dean..."
Cas cried, sobbing into Dean's shoulder.
He called an ambulance and sat, in silence, with Dean's head in his hands, crying as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.
"Don't leave me now Dean...you can't, you promised I wouldn't get hurt...you promised."
Cas rode with Dean in the ambulance. He had to watch as the doctors dragged him away. He sat in the waiting room for hours in agonising pain. He just needed someone, anyone- it didn't even have to be a member of staff- to tell him that Dean was going to be okay.
A nurse finally came out, she had a warm, comforting look on her face, and Cas wasn't sure if this was good or bad.
"Are you Castiel Winchester?"
Cas nodded- he had to pretend he and Dean were related to get in- he should probably say that they were husbands so it wouldn't look odd if they started kissing or something.
"Yes- is my husband okay?"
Cas said.
The nurse smiled.
"Don't worry, he's gonna be okay."
"How soon can I see him."
"He's straight from his operation, so he has to rest up for two hours before allowing any visitors. If you want that will give you time to go home, grab some food and a change of clothes, assuming you're planning on staying the night."
"I-I get to stay the night?"
Cas asked. He had never got to do this before.
"Yes, family members can stay."
The nurse replied.
Cas nodded, he rushed home, grabbed some clothes for himself, and Dean if they allowed him to wear his own clothes, before heading to the Roadhouse, where he grabbed a couple of burgers before heading back to the hospital.
He waited for another hour until he was allowed to see Dean.
He walked into the hospital room, to see a scared, frail, broken Dean lying on the bed. But it was still Dean. Cas could see the light in his eyes.
"Hi- husband..."
Dean said, raising his eyebrows.
"I had to say that to get them to let me in."
Dean nodded before looking up at Cas.
"How are you feeling."
Dean smiled.
"Well, despite the almost life threatening injury, I'm just fine Cas- how are you."
"Not good actually, I didn't know whether or not my boyfriend was alive these past few hours because the hospital staff never tells anyone anything."
Dean and Cas looked at each other and laughed.
"So, how long do you have to be in here."
"Another three weeks. But I feel fine, I wanna go back to work- go back to the apartment."
Cas sighed.
"Dean you have to stay here- doctor's orders."
Dean smiled, before reaching up and rubbing Cas' cheek gently. Cas grabbed Dean's wrist and brushed his thumb lightly across it.
"I'm sorry."
Dean said. Cas stared at him, eyes wide.
"You have nothing to apologise for."
Tears stung Dean's eyes.
"Yes I do- if I wasn't such a...a worthless coward-"
"DEAN YOU ARE THE BRAVEST MAN I KNOW AND IF YOU CALL YOURSELF WORTHLESS AGAIN, YOU WONT BE LEAVING THIS HOSPITAL ALIVE I TELL YOU THAT!"
Dean drew back, before smiling at Cas.
"I love you."
Cas grinned back.
"I love you too."
Cas went to lean down for a kiss but stopped as Dean started laughing.
"Why are you laughing?"
Cas asked, he couldn't help smiling as Dean continued to keel forward and throw his head back as he laughed.
"Sorry...What you just said reminded me of a vine I saw."
"A vine?"
"Yeah, you know, the vine where it's like 'bitch I hope the fuck you do, you'll be a dead son of a bitch I tell you THAT!"
Cas looked at Dean with confusion.
"I do not understand that reference."
This caused Dean to laugh harder.
"I think I need to introduce you to Twitter."
"Twitter? Like birds?"
Dean sighed.
"Don't worry about it."
Cas pressed a kiss to Dean's lips, he was going to pull away, but Dean dragged him back down, pulling him closer, kissing him hungrily. Dean ran his hands up Cas' back and through his hair. While Cas places his hands on either side of the bed frame- as much as he wanted to lift Dean up, he didn't know if he should.
Cas finally pulled away, grinning at Dean, who was licking his lips. Even injured he was sexy-Cas thought to himself.
"Are there any long or short term effects to the injury?"
"Oh, you mean like memory loss- no, I don't think so. The doctors didn't say anything to me, and if they haven't said anything to my 'husband' then I doubt anything important has happened."
Cas breathed a sigh of relief.
"I better call Sammy and tell him you're alright- he'll want to see you?"
"Who's Sammy?"
Dean asked, a confused look on his face.
Cas' eyes widened.
"What do you mean, who's Sammy- he's you're little brother!"
"I have a brother?"
Dean's voice had gone horse before he suddenly fell unconscious.
Cas eyes filled with tears as he tried to shake Dean awake.
"Dean...Dean! Can you hear me."
He jumped in surprise as Dean regained consciousness and appeared to be...smirking?
Dean laughed.
"I got you!"
"You...you- what?"
"It was a joke- of course I know Sammy! You should have seen your face; it was priceless!"
Cas gave Dean an angry glare before punching him hard in the arm.
"That was NOT funny Dean Winchester."
"Ooh, using my full name- somebody's mad. I'm sorry; it was just a prank. And a pretty good one too."
Dean started laughing again.
"Don't look so self satisfied. I'm gonna call Sam."
Cas said, turning to leave the room.
Dean grabbed his arm, forcing Cas to face him again.
"You know you love me."
Dean smirked.
Cas rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Unfortunately."
He gave Dean a light kiss on the cheek before heading out to call Sam.