When Dean had told Castiel about what had happened at the police station, Castiel felt outraged. His rage filled his blood stream, and even though he seemed calm and collected, his hands would shake every time he thought about what John had done to Sam, and what that meant for Dean. Castiel hated seeing the love of his life so upset about what was happening, and it was all that sick bastards fault. What kind of a father, no, a person would DARE put their hands on Sam in a way to purposefully hurt him?! Sam was an angel, even more so than Gabriel.

Oh god, Gabriel; the younger boy had been begging Castiel to tell him what was going on with his best friend, since Sam hadn't been to school since John had taken him a week ago, but Castiel wasn't sure as to what to say. How do you tell a seven year old that their best friend was being beaten by his alcoholic father? How was Castiel supposed to explain that? Castiel knew that Gabriel was getting angst without the knowledge, and he was afraid that if he didn't tell the younger boy something soon, then Gabriel would go off and try to find Sam himself and that wasn't going to end pretty. If John had no problem beating his own kids, who's to say that he doesn't mind beating someone else's?

No, Castiel didn't knew what to do; his rage was eating away at him, and he felt like he couldn't truly tell his feelings to Dean, mostly because the younger man was in a fragile spot on his own and didn't need Castiel's emotions as well. Castiel knew he needed to be strong for Dean, but every time Dean cried on his shoulder, every time Dean stayed in bed for hours at a time, every time Dean had that defeated look resting on his aged face, it made Castiel even more angry, his hands shaking with the need to hit something, the need to scream, the need to release.

Whenever this happened, Castiel usually enacted sex; this arrangement helped the both of them, and Dean didn't mind it if Castiel was rough with him, because he usually begged for something, anything, that could make him feel whole and complete. (Castiel felt a bit of pride that his dick never failed to make Dean moan out his name and make Dean yell that it was him who was filling him up) What Castiel didn't tell Dean was that by having rough sex, it meant that he could release his anger in small bouts; a strong bite on the shoulder, a three fingers when Castiel had only prepared him for one, the sharp slap! on Dean's perfect ass that never failed to make him cry out.

Now Castiel wasn't a sadist, by any means; sometimes he hated that he bit down on Dean's shoulder hard enough to almost draw blood. Sometimes he hated making Dean's ass so sore (Though he sometimes felt pride at this). And sometimes, he just hated having sex almost every day as a way to cope with his anger.

But he was just so angry.

So when Dean was released from the hospital, Castiel felt happy. The anger was still there, lying beneath the surface, but at least it wasn't right at the top, ready to explode. But as Dean proceeded to try and seem strong, though Castiel knew he wasn't, didn't try to help Castiel's anger. It wasn't Dean's fault; of course it wasn't, but Castiel was beginning to struggle on keeping this calm and collected facade.

Castiel couldn't but think of this as he was taking a customer's order, his mind only half focused on what he was doing. He was thinking mostly of Dean, who was back at work under the careful eye of Bobby Singer. Castiel was eternally grateful to Bobby; he knew that the older man was a big influence on Dean, and that Dean looked up to Bobby as the father that John could never have been. Castiel finished taking his customer's order and looked up at the window as he went to turn around to give it to Lucifer, but he froze.

There was John, walking across the street.

All the anger that Castiel thought he had managed to hold back came bursting out of him, making his vision go red and his blood boil to the point where Castiel felt hot. Before Castiel truly knew what was happening, he was throwing the notepad towards Lucifer and striding out of the cafe, slamming the glass door behind him, making the bell fall to the ground. Once his mind caught up to his actions, Castiel knew what he was doing and he didn't want to stop himself. Castiel's hands were shaking, and he felt as though he had never felt this much anger before, not even when Dean had told him about him being raped.

"John!"

Castiel called out, causing the older man to stop and turn around slowly. His eyes widened when he saw Castiel before he split into a face shattering grin, causing a jolt of coldness to seep through Castiel wrath.

"Look-y here, if it isn't the faggot my son is screwing! Or is it the other way around? Maybe you're screwing my pussy of a son-"

Once Castiel was close enough, he threw a punch, landing squarely on John's eye and knocking the older man back.

"That's for hitting Sam!"

Castiel screamed. John grunted as he rushed at Castiel picking him up by the waist and slamming him to the ground. Castiel let out a yelp as the air was slammed from his lungs, but he didn't let that stop him. He rolled over so that John was beneth him and started slamming his fists into John's face, but John was able to kick Castiel off before he could do too much damage. Castiel quickly stood up and swung a punch again, but John dodged it and threw his own punch, landing on Castiel's nose. Castiel heard a loud crack! and felt blood rush from his nose, but he didn't stop. He picked John up and slammed him to the ground, and when John didn't immediately get up, Castiel began kicking him in the ribs, as hard as he could.

"This is for Sam! This is for Dean! This is for Mary! This is for calling Dean a faggot! This is for hitting Sam! This is for leaving Mary!"

Castiel screamed as he repeatedly kicked John. Suddenly blue flashing lights filled the scene and Castiel looked up to see two police cars pulling up, their lights and sirens on. The first car arrived, and two officers sprung from its confinements, carrying a gun and a pair of handcuffs.

"Freeze! Castiel Novak, you're under arrest for physical assault!"

Castiel stepped away from John and held up his hands, not feeling fear, but feeling satisfied.

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