"But Dean, what are we doing here?" Cas repeated.

"Here to visit a friend." Dean smiled.

"What?" Cas scoffed. "You mean that dude I beat up?"

"Yes. David." Dean replied.

"B-but why?" Cas stammered.

"I have my reasons." Dean said. "One of them being I'd prefer you don't get sued and/or arrested."

"I won't get sued or arrested, Dean." Cas sighed.

"Why? Cos he can't move his arms to pick up the phone?" Dean snorted.

Cas looked out the window in shame.

"You know, you could've really fucked him up, Cas. Like much worse than you already did and not even meant to. You'd have a lawsuit for sure if you gave him a concussion or if you hurt his spine and got him partially or completely paralyzed. You'd probably go away for a few years even." Dean responded.

"I didn't mean to hurt him like this either." Cas mumbled. "But even if I went to jail, Gabriel and Lucifer would bail me out. You know we have all the money in the world. Well not literally, but you get my point. Besides, he's just one guy."

"You can't think like that, Cas." Dean frowned. "In the macro scale, yeah he's just one person. And so is the next person you severely injure and the next person after that all cos you were pissed at me. He may be just one person, but he still has a family and people that love him and he is a lot more than just a person to them. If someone laid a finger on you, I would fucking kill them, their children, and their grandchildren. He maybe a perverse, fucked up dude, but he's still a person who matters to someone out there. So don't you dare say that he is just 'one guy' like he means nothing."

Cas swallowed a lump in his throat, looking down at his feet.

"Now let's go." Dean sighed, leaning over and giving Cas a small kiss before getting out of the car.

"I still don't understand why we're here." Cas stated.

"To make sure he's okay, Cas." Dean chuckled. "You didn't get that much?"

"No, I didn't. The lady on the phone said he was okay." Cas replied.

"Yeah? Well she wasn't supposed to tell me that anyways. She could've been leaving shit out." Dean said.

"Why do you care if he's okay anyways? He was flirting with me." Cas asked.

"Just drop it, Cas. It'll only be a few minutes. I swear to God, if I find out he had to get a lung transplant or heart surgery thanks to you, you're going to be in big trouble." Dean huffed stressfully, placing his hand on Cas's shoulder and softly dragging it down the side of his arm until he was holding onto Cas's wrist. Cas pulled his hand away from Dean, knowing that the whole touch was empty and meaningless.

"I fuck everything up, don't I?" Cas muttered.

"No, of course not." Dean's face softened as he pulled Cas into a hug, his hand caressing the back of Cas's head. "You just haven't been yourself recently. That's all."

"No it's the exactly opposite. It's exactly who I am." Cas whimpered. "I'm a monster, Dean."

"No you're not, Cas. Don't say that." Dean kissed Cas's temple, rubbing the side of their faces together. "You're just...understandably confused and angry and emotionally repressed and it's my fault."

"No. I'm just a bad person. It's not your fault. I'm just fucked up like that." Cas replied, matter of factly.

"Okay, yes you are a terrible person, but you have your good moments. But you're not fucked up, Cas. Sometimes, you fuck up, but you yourself are not fucked up." Dean stated.

"Besides Cas, even if you were some 'monster' like you claim to be, feeling guilty about fucking shit up is you changing back to an annoying asshole." Dean smirked.

"Shut up. I'm fabulous." Cas laughed.

"Yes you are." Dean smiled, turning Cas and kissing him. "Very fabulous. So how about you take your fabulous ass and hurry up cos I'm tired."

"So everything's about you now is it?" Cas asked, smiling up at at him.

"Hell yeah!" Dean scoffed. "It's always about me. I'm an arrogant prick like that."

"I'll walk super slow then." Cas smirked, shuffling his feet against the asphalt.

"I don't recommend that." Dean stated.

"Why not?" Cas replied.

"Well for one, you're going to scuff up those shoes, girl!" Dean exclaimed in his best female voice, Cas throwing his head back laughing. "And two, I'm going to do this."

Dean grabbed Cas by the side and pushed his feet out from under him, holding Cas bridal style in his arms. "There. That's better."

"Put me down, Dean." Cas ordered.

"You brought this upon yourself, dear." Dean growled, running towards the doors to the hospital.

"Don't call me 'dear'." Cas scoffed.

"I'll call you whatever the hell I want to." Dean growled, giving Cas a messy cheek on the side of his face near his eye. Cas brought his hand up and wiped the area dry.

"Dean, I think you should put me down." Cas said as they neared the entrance.

"Cas, I think I will not put you down." Dean countered, pushing open the door to the hotel. "Besides. Why would I want to?"

As soon as the nurse at the front desk caught sight of Dean and Cas, she ran over to them, a couple more nurses and some people in the waiting room all ran up to him.

"Are you alright?"

"Is he okay?"

"Do you need us to get a doctor?"

"Or how about a gurney?"

"That's why, Dean." Cas sighed, giving him an 'I told you so.' look. "Carry a body into the hospital in your arms and people are bound to worry."

"We're good. Just here to visit someone." Dean stated.

"Name?" The lady asked, walking them back over to the computer.

"Cas? Uh...reach in my back pocket. Left side." Dean said.

"Get it yourself." Cas replied.

"And get you a concussion? No thank you." Dean sneered.

"Then put me down." Cas sighed.

"No. I'll just have her get it out for me then." Dean shrugged flirtatiously over at the nurse.

"Nope!" Cas reached into Dean's pocket and handed him...a pink wallet? "Dean this isn't your wallet."

"Pretend it is." Dean whispered. "We're here for..." Dean one-handedly opened up the wallet – which was quite the feat since he had to support Cas with both arms still – and looked at the Drivers License, "David Moreno."

"You stole her wallet? What the fuck, Dean? Is this the first time or have you been doing a lot more stealing? Have your work hours even changed, or are you just going back to stealing people's shit?" Cas growled quietly.

"Room 317. He'll be on the 3rd floor. Follow the yellow arrows and then look for his room down the B corridor." The lady instructed.

"Calm the fuck down, Cas." Dean laughed as Cas shoved the wallet back in his pocket. "I just needed their name. I didn't take any money. Trust issues much?"

"You stole a woman's wallet after having only a shoulder brush of contact with her!" Cas exclaimed as Dean walked over to the elevator.

"Don't worry. I'll return it." Dean rolled his eyes. "I make my own money now thank you very much. I'm an honest man."

"Yeah maybe to some..." Cas muttered.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Dean scoffed.

"Nothing..." Cas mumbled.

"Tell me! Are you not feeling safe or comfortable around me or think I'm keeping someth-"

"It was a joke, Dean." Cas lied. "Just a joke."

"You're terrible at jokes." Dean chuckled.

"I'm hilarious. You just have a terrible sense of humor." Cas stated. "And are you going to put me down anytime soon? You can't hold me forever."

"Nope." Dean smiled.

Cas tilted his head back and awkwardly placed his hand into Dean's hair, gently pushing his head down so their lips met.

"You know I'm still not putting you down." Dean mumbled.

Cas sighed, immediately releasing Dean. "Fuck you."

"I love how polite you are." Dean grinned.

"I love what a fucking douchebag you are." Cas replied.

"Takes one to know one." Dean hummed.

"Screw you." Cas laughed.

"Sure. Wait until we get home though." Dean smirked, following the nurse's instructions and walking down a hallway.

"That's not what I meant and you know it." Cas snorted, letting his head rest laxly against Dean's chest.

"308...312...315..." Dean muttered as he walked past the rooms. "Here we go. Room 317."

He gently set Cas back down and readjusted his shirt, crinkled from Cas having moved so much.

"What am I supposed to say?" Cas asked.

"Nothing for now. How about I go talk to him first and make sure he's okay before sending his assaulter in there?" Dean answered.

Cas frowned and sighed. "You do have a point."

"Of course. I will be," Dean hooked his fingers through Cas's belt loops and pulled him close, pressing their lips together. "Right back."

Cas nodded, giving Dean an empty smile, and stepping off towards the wall and out of the hallway.

Dean knocked on the glass of the hospital room and waited until he heard a response, "Come in." He opened the glass door, and pushed aside the curtains.

"W-what are you doing here?" David stammered. "I'm s-sorry. I swear I won't-"

"Relax." Dean cut him off. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm pretty sure my psycho boyfriend out there did enough of that. I'm here to help you. Well, us really. Everyone here gets something."

"Are you proposing some sort of negotiation with me?" David asked.

"Precisely." Dean nodded, briefly looking over at David's wife, interested in what Dean had to offer.

"What do you want?" Julie finally asked.

"I don't want you to press charges or file a lawsuit against Cas. He's a good person. He really is. I mean, he has his rough patches, but don't we all? He's just dealing with a lot right now and-" Dean began.

"Do you even know how much our hospital bills will be?" Julie scoffed. "I'm sorry, but I don't care how good of a person you claim Castiel is, we don't have a choice."

"But you do. That's where my side of the deal comes in." Dean stated. "How much is the estimate for your hospital bills?"

"The surgeries are really what cost the most, but if we can't afford it there's no way in hell you can." Julie said.

"Watch me. How much?" He repeated.

"Between staying here, surgeries, medication, physical therapy, and everything else, they're estimating around $200,000." Julie explained.

"A million should cover that nicely." Dean mused, grabbing a pen off the clipboard on the end table and opening up the checkbook in his hand.

"A million dollars?" David scoffed.

"Did I stutter?" Dean replied. "Whose name should I make it out to?"

"There's no way in hell you could afford to give us 200k let alone a million!" Julie exclaimed.

"You're right. I can't. But have you heard about the Novak family?" He responded.

"Of course." Julie stated.

"Can you name everyone in the family?" Dean asked.

"No. I only know about Michael, Lucifer, and their father Chuck. I don't know the other two kids." She said.

"Pull out your phone and google it." Dean smirked.

Julie took her phone from her purse and typed something into the search bar. After a moment she choked out an "Oh my God!"

"I can't afford it. Castiel Novak can." Dean breathed.

"He's just letting you do this?" She scoffed.

"No. I'm an ex-thief. I stole his checkbook from his pocket. He takes it everywhere he goes. And speaking of..." Dean reached into his jeans and pulled out the pink wallet. "Here's this back."

"You're serious..." David whistled.

"You only get 200k for medical reasons. I have one more favor to ask and that's what gets you to a million." Dean said.

"Of course. What it is?" Julie responded.

"What did he say?" Dean asked.

"Castiel?" David replied.

"Yeah. What did he say? When he was b-" Dean started.

"Beating me half to death?" David snorted.

"Yeah..." Dean muttered awkwardly. "That."

"Why do you care?" David countered.

"Do I really need to explain myself?" Dean sighed, blatantly flipping through the pages of the checkbook.

Julie eyed the small, black book and licked her lips. "Of course not!" She smiled. "What did Castiel say, David? Don't leave anything out. I already know you tried to get with that, so don't leave that part out either."

"Alright..." David mumbled. "Well, he was incredibly pissy from the start. I can 100% guarantee you he's faithful alright. The dude fucking spat in my face after only 2 minutes."

"That's my Cas." Dean chuckled.

"Did you know that Cas and smartass rhyme? They do. It's no coincidence. I swear. Everything he said was sarcastic and smartass." David rolled his eyes.

Dean laughed and let him continue. "Just tell me what he said. Not how it was said. He's always a pissy smartass. Why do you think I fell in love with him in the first place?"

"Cos he's hot?" David shrugged.

"He is. But no. I fell in love with his dorky little attitude." Dean smiled to himself, recalling how defiant and argumentative Cas was when they first met. "Now would you get on with what he said? I don't have all day. He's waiting for me outside."

"Wait. Castiel is outside that door?" David asked.

"Yeah why?" Dean replied.

"Oh my God. D-"

"No, I'm not letting him come in here." Dean said.

"Thank God." David sighed.

"He really got under your skin, didn't he?" Dean smirked.

"Yeah. Literally." David nodded towards his shoulder and all the stitches running down it.

"Just. What did he say? Sooner you tell me, sooner you win the lottery." Dean waved the checkbook in the air.

"Alright. Well, the more I flirted with him, the more angry he got. But he didn't seem angry enough to do all this just cos I was flirting with him. Cos he did mention that he was used to it – well I assume he is. He sounded pretty frustrated that in the span of two days, he's been felt up and flirted with and come onto by married men and women-"

"Who I'm surprised I haven't murdered yet. No one lays a hand on Cas." Dean scowled.

"Yeah. I don't think anyone will after me." David snorted. "Anyways, so yeah, by that time, he'd already thrown a few punches and I was on the ground and he was gripping me by the collar of my shirt. But basically I made some comment about him not being hugged enough as a child and he began ranting and yelling about never feeling loved before you came along and then now he's losing the only person who loved him. Could've sworn that he was crying before I passed out."

"That part. Go into detail. What else did he say?" Dean demanded. "What do you mean 'losing the only person that loved him'?"

"Well, for one, he never clearly said it, but I assume that it's you." David started.

"It is." Dean stated.

"Well okay then. What are you hiding?" David asked.

"Come again?" Dean scoffed.

"What. Are. You. Hiding." David repeated.

"What do you mean?" Dean laughed awkwardly.

"Castiel said you're hiding something and he knows it and he hates it." David explained.

"H-how does he know?" Dean stammered.

"Didn't say. He just does. He probably knows you kinda well considering he wants to shack up." He retorted.

"Yeah guess so." Dean huffed.

"So what is it?"

"None of your business that's what." Dean sneered.

"Fine. So moving on..." David mused. "Uh...but he did this like 3 minute rant or something. At least that's all I heard. I mean he mentioned how he was really rich – I didn't know how rich obviously – but how he had everything he wanted, yet he had nothing and felt like no one loved him or had time for him. And then you came along and actually felt like someone loved him and then he had to leave and when he came back he had a 'dumbass bitch' with him and he didn't break up with her cos he was too soft hearted and everyone ended up getting hurt in the end. But then he said how even now that he had you back it's not the same cos you and him are completely different people and he's trying real hard to be the same person that you originally fell in love with, but he knows that nothings gonna get better as long as you're not honest with each other and you won't tell him what you're hiding from him and I think that about sums it up. Also near the end, I was kinda fading in and out of consciousness, but he said something about being beaten for four years and kept on calling me Michael and yelling to someone named Michael. The last thing I remember was him yelling, "How does it fucking feel, Michael?" and that's all he said."

"Oh." Dean breathed. "Oh my God."

"Yeah. So...uh. Check?" Julie smiled.

"Oh right." Dean finished writing out the check and looked up at them. "What name?"

"Under mine." Julie answered.

"Alright..." Dean sang, writing down her name and handing her the check. "Enjoy that."

Dean tossed the pen back onto the counter and headed for the door. "Get well soon."

As soon as Dean had his hand on the door handle he heard Julie say smugly, "I want a divorce. No husband of mine flirts with another guy while pretending to care about me."

Dean turned around and grabbed the check out of her hand and scribbled out her name and replaced it with her husband's. "He's the injured one. He told me what Cas said. Not you." Dean spun on his heels and walked back out the door.

"How is he?" Cas asked.

"He'll live." Dean shrugged.

"Are you sure?" Cas replied, worry spreading over his face.

"Yeah. Positive." Dean gave him a reassuring smile and a quick kiss. "Let's go."

They were about half way down the hall when Cas snapped his hand out of Dean's and ran back down to David's room.

"Cas!" Dean called chasing after him.

Cas quickly pulled open the door and stepped in. Dean arrived just in time to stand in the doorway and see David and his wife looking in terror at Cas.

David reached for the nurse call button but Cas protested. "That is not necessary. If you require immediate assistance, I have some training in the medical profession. I'm attending online classes for it."

"I need immediate assistance in you leaving." David said.

Cas sighed and looked down at his feet, unknowing that Dean was right behind him.

"I just wanted to apologize." Cas muttered. "I'm really sorry."

All three looked at Cas in confusion.

"I...uh...I overreacted. People flirt with me all time time. I don't know why you got to me so much. It might have been a straw the broke the camels back sort of deal, but I'm sorry. Really sorry." Cas frowned. "I just...I done fucked up." Cas laughed bitterly and sniffled.

A small dot of sympathy grew in David's eyes.

"I have a really bad habit of fucking things up of late. Well, not really of late. My whole life. I've fucked up my education, my family, my relationship, my finances, my whole life. And you're just one more thing I've fucked up. And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hurt you. I hurt everyone me whether I mean to or not." Cas choked, a wet drop running down his face. He wiped his cheek with his hand and took a deep breath. "I'm gonna go now."

"Castiel..." David breathed. "It's alright. I forgive you."

Cas gave him a small smile before turning around and bumping into Dean, alarmed. "W-w-what are you doing?"

"You beat a guy up 12 hours ago and then run into hospital room. You think I'm not gonna follow you?" Dean chuckled.

"Well, no." Cas stated.

"Alright you little shitstain." Dean wrapped an arm around Cas and guided him to the door. "Let's go home."

Cas nodded and smiled. "Yeah. Let's."

Dean kissed the top of Cas's head before lifting up his chin and pressing another gentle kiss to his lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Dean." Cas kissed him back and exhaled a shaky breath.

"And you didn't fuck up our relationship, Cas." Dean sighed.

"Yeah. I did." Cas argued.

"You didn't. And you wanna know why?" Dean whispered.

"Why?" Cas mumbled.

"We were fucked from the start." Dean smirked. "Why do you think it's such a thrill?"


A/N: Oh look. I didn't get hit by a bus. Oh God. I have been meaning to get around to writing, but I've been kinda busy and for the last month and half I've kinda been going through some stuff. Like I needed a new medication, and the insurance refused to fill it for five weeks, so we went to Mexico to get it. But then my dad said my writing wasn't that great, so that discouraged me some, but I told myself I would write this chapter and get it uploaded by today. I flew into Florida on Saturday and found the chapter half finished in my documents, so worked on it for a while. But uh, Florida sucks. I'm homesick. But I really hate my birthday, so for my birthday, I've been doing stuff for others. Like I spent days working on a nicer tumblr theme for my followers and I finally finished this for you guys. So here I m. Technically it's not my birthday anymore, but I fell asleep. It's like 2 AM here.

BUT OH MY GOD I ALMOST GOT IN TROUBLE WITH THE TSA. So in the airport I had gone through the x ray thing and was all clear and was waiting for the luggage to go through the luggage x ray machine. My moms shoes came through and so did mine, but then they stopped the conveyor belt on one of my bins. And they called another secruity person over and they were like, "It looks like a normal phone, so why does it look weird like a piece of cardboard like that?" And eventually they sent it through but when we were on the plane, it hit me. I have a little paper pouch that I hide in the back of my iPod case that I put things in. Things that I like to keep private or that my parents wouldn't see. But for a while, it's been things no one should see. But I had completely forgot that packet was in there.

Also, I got like a million and ten hundred ideas and they're kinda all really out of the box compared to my normal stuff IMO. Anyways, I didn't sleep at all the night before last, and I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed.