I want everyone to know that not EVERY chapter is a prompt I've been given. It's only a given prompt if it says the dedication. Otherwise it's my own creation. A few of you were wondering who would ask for a chapter like the last one. ALSO. I'm going to ask that you please hold off on giving new prompts for the moment. I've got like 10 in the order forms and then they will only be like 5 chapters left and I might want to use those. So, prompts are closed, please and thank you! I'll get to everyone's sooner or later!

Also, I've rediscovered The Backstreet Boys and oh god guys. The Call? They were so good, let's not even deny it.

I wanted to point out one thing about this chapter: The prompt was not specific over which character was abused. I was originally keen on Cas, because Dean is easier to anger and the reaction would be much less work to write, but then I decided last minute to reverse it. It's more interesting, original, and helpful to me as a Supernatural writer.

November 13th
Prompt- Dean/Castiel gets abused and the reaction
Dedication: FreezerM

Courage

Dean stumbled into the apartment, a bag of frozen peas hovering over the left half of his face. "Dean? That you?" Called his boyfriend from the kitchen, Dean grunted out a response, trying to remain unseen as he skirted around the kitchen doorway and into their bedroom.

Castiel continued to talk, humming softly as he put a pan on the oven. "How was your day? Mine was nice, Anna was abnormally quiet at work today, and it was really helpful due to-" He paused when he finally noticed that Dean had yet to join him in the kitchen, "Dean?" He called out confused, with a touch of worry in his voice.

Dean groaned from their bedroom, and he scurried into the dark room. Dean had drawn up the curtains and buried himself underneath every blanket he could find. "Dean, really?" Castiel laughed, pulling at the covers to try to coax Dean out of his cave. When the man-made no move to leave his blanket cocoon, Castiel stood back, his hands finding his hips as he glared down at the larger lump that was his boyfriend. "Dean! Really!"

Finally, with a moan of displeasure, the man in question rolled out from under the blankets. He shifted his body away from Castiel, but sat straight up, avoiding eye-contact. Castiel gasped, grabbing his chin in both hands and bringing his right eye into view, "Dean! Is that a black eye!?"

The larger man nodded, a soft blush dusting his cheeks. "The men at work... they..." He paused, his masculinity slipping from view as he curled into himself, "they found out. About... us."

Castiel lifted a hand to cover his mouth, "they beat you up?"

Dean nodded again slowly, "yeah."

Castiel stood quickly from his place kneeling before Dean. "No. No, this cannot stand!" He began to pace before the eldest Winchester, "I can understand mean words. But, violence! It's the twenty-first century! We have to press chargers or-"

Dean shook his head aggressively, flinching when the sudden movement triggered a new ache in his injured eye. "No, Cas! No lawyers."

Castiel stared hard at Dean, biting his lip in concentration. "I'll speak to them. Let me-"

"NO." Dean's voice was rough, and he nearly growled the word. "No. You'll talk to them over my dead body! If they can get the upper-hand on a big guy like me, I don't want to even think about what they'd do to you!"

"We can't just stand by and let this happen, Dean!"

"We have to, Cas." He pulled the man forward by his frilly pink apron, the one Jess had loaned to them when she found out he need a new one, "Cas, please. Don't get involved. Let me handle this."

Castiel melted into Dean's arms, his only support being the strong arms wrapped around his waist. "Dean..." He moaned, willing the man to let him help.

"No, Cas. Please."

"Fine." Castiel finally coincided, hiding his face against Dean's neck.

Dean pressed his lips gently to his boyfriend's hairline, "thank you, Cas."

But, two days later when Dean was out job hunting, Castiel disobeyed his direct orders.

He stalked right into the car shop, glaring confidently at the three men to blame, "hey!" He shouted to gain their attention. "HEY."

They all glanced off, smirks forming on their ignorant lips when they spotted the man standing among grease and dirt, obviously out of his comfort zone. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." The tallest of the group whistled, approaching him with a wolfish grin.

"You do not touch Dean, do you hear me?" Castiel threatened, his eyes fiercely defiant despite their predatory smirks. "I understand that you were raised by ignorant cowards who must have dropped out of school. I mean, you could only have been raised by simpletons to become such dimwits yourselves! So, I'll excuse your foolish ideas of morals and ethics, but words are one thing. Violence? That is another. You do not touch another human being just because he loves differently than you. Love is love. Get over your brainless concepts of sexuality, and grow up. It's the twenty-first century, for fucks sake! Act like you weren't raised jail."

The first man's mouth dropped open, and he tried to retort, but Castiel was already turning on his heel, his back to the three bullies. Unfortunately, the innocent man had never been in a situation such as this one, and he had yet to realize that you were, under no circumstances, allowed to turn your back to an enemy. Luckily, Dean had predicted his defiance. He caught the fist that threatened to collide with Castiel's skull, using the man's strength against him as he threw him back against the wall.

Castiel gasped, "oh god! Dean!"

"You're such an idiot, Cas." Dean whispered fondly as he tugged Castiel from the building. "I love you so much. Never change."