Ugh. This one was not as hard as the last, but still it had me revisit, revise and reread Ad nauseam. Still not fully happy with it, but you all deserve to get a fix. You're so patient, my lovelies!
Again, any slurs and homophobic opinions are NOT mine.

"Lisa... what the...You're not pregnant!" Dean called out indignantly.
In the soft glow of the desklight, her belly was clearly flat and in good shape. There was no way she had ever been pregnant.
A helpless rage built inside Cas. That low down...
Lisa scoffed and ridiculed Dean for not knowing, admitting to forgeing the test.
Dean looked calm and unconcerned, but Cas saw the burning anger in those green eyes flare up as they followed the path of that single drop of blood that was sliding under Cas' collar now.

He licked his lips and his voice was only slightly strained when he asked why Lisa was holding Cas hostage.
Her answer to him made as little sense, as when she gave it to Cas.
"What's he done? He has made you gay again! I had you back on track, Dean. And along comes mr. Sexvoice with his tight slacks and ruffled hair, and he makes you look at men again!" she snarled, increasing the preassure on he blade ever so lightly. Cas could feel the skin rupturing further and the bloodflow increase a bit.
Dean must have noticed, because his plea was increasingly more desperate.
He emphasised that they were roommates, ignoring the fact that beyond that, they had been boyfriends for months now.

"Roommates... I don't care! He still gets to see you every day, and you're MINE! NO-ONE WILL SEE YOU BUT ME! YOU ARE MINE!" Lisa shrieked, still increasing the preassure in tiny increments.
Dean slumped into a chair, running his hand over his mouth.
"You're nuts..." he said softly, unbelieving, and Cas' heart broke for him.
Lisa barked a shrill, unattractive laugh and blamed Dean for her mental state.
Those green eyes sought out Cas' and Cas could read the sorrow in them like a big, colourful book with five words per page. He blamed himself for their situation!
"Cas... I'm sorry... I... I never thought..." Dean nearly choked on the words, and Cas fought to stand still and not throw himself at his love.

Bile rose in his throat at the thought that Dean would actually believe that the blame here would lie with him.
"Don't. It isn't your fault, Dean. I understand." Cas all but whispered, and he did, he understood that Lisa, who snapped at them to shut up, was at fault. In her twisted mind, she had made Dean her puppet, instead of her partner.
Gulping down the sour taste, Cas kept his eyes locked on Dean.
His love, his partner, his whole life since he stood in Cas' livingroom, free from this insane, posessive woman.

Lisa unblinkingly admitted to basically stalking Dean since highschool, and Cas felt dread course through him.
If she had been obsessed with Dean since highschool, chances were she'd never give up on him...
Dean looked sickened, but when he turned those pretty, green eyes on Cas, Cas saw the deep love in them.
"Lisa... no matter what you do... I'm not going to get back with you. Even if... if you hurt Cas." Dean croaked out, eyes desperately pleading with Cas to try and get out.

Cas clenched his jaw not to call out. Dean was willing to sacrifice himself, Cas could read it loud and clear in those veridian eyes.
His heart nearly bursting with the love he felt for this diamond in the rough, Cas bit his lip.
Dean deliberately turned his head away from Cas, and it broke Cas' heart.
Suddenly, Lisa threw Cas off with a snarl, threatening to kill him if he tried to leave.
Dean kept her talking, about her mother, Cas thought, but his own mind was racing. What could they use to get out of there in one piece?

His eyes fell on the desk light.
It was hand crafted, and very, very heavy. If only he could reach it, but he didn't dare move. Lisa was still shooting him glances, to see if he would dare try and make a run for it.
Shivering with the want to act, to grab the lamp and hit her, Cas did the next best thing.
He tried to tell Dean the lamp was a weapon, by looking at him, Lisa and the lamp in loops.
When Lisa slapped Dean across the cheek, Cas gasped, the wound in his neck stinging.

Lisa seemed to collect herself, breathing erratically through her nose.
"You... no... no. This is not you. You love me, right? You didn't mean that. Any of it. You'll get out of that... faggot house, and stop this all. And we'll live happily..." she stated tremulously.
Dean scoffed loudly, disdain dripping from every word he said next.
"If you say 'ever after' I'm gonna puke, so help me..."
Cas kept up his routine of looking between Dean and Lisa, before flicking his gaze to the lamp.
Dean's eyes widened in understanding, and Cas nearly wept with relief.
To Cas' horror, there was a scuffing noise by the door, and Lisa turned on it like a predator.
"If that's that idiot janitor, or the nightguard, and that door opens, he'll get a knife to the chest." Lisa hissed, and Cas' blood turned to ice.
At this time? It was almost certain that would be Gabriel. His brother was insatiably curious, and the light would have drawn him.
With all his might, Cas prayed that Gabriel wasn't the one behind the door. Nor Jacob. Cas wished it was just a rustling paper...

When Lisa turned back to Dean, he hit her with the lamp, hard.
Cas heard her breath get punched out of her with impact, and Dean was on her, pinning her to the floor face first.
"You crazy bitch... if Lucifer himself was coming to me, telling me it was living with you again, or Hell... Well, I've always liked the warmth." Dean growled low, making an inapropriate shiver run down Cas' spine.
Lisa growled, snarled and glared at Dean, who was unimpressed.

Suddenly the door opened and Cas caught a glimpse of his brother, before the giant form of Sam stepped up, asking if they were ok.
Dean chuckled and answered, relief sounding through in every syllable.
"Yeah, Sammy. We're good."
Two police officers and the same Sherrif that had responded to Cas' 911 call in december, were standing in front of everyone, but Gabriel caught sight of Cas, and he pushed his way through.

"Cassie! Oh God! He's bleeding! Jodyyyy!" Gabriel exclaimed dramatically, golden eyes worried.
Cas chuckled weakly.
"I'm ok, Gabriel... it's just a nick."
The Sherrif calmly stepped up and looked at Cas' injury.
"Ok. 'Fraid not, sunshine. You need stitches, pronto." she declared sternly and whistled.
Frank Devereaux, their doctor, came bustling in.
"Frank, back me up here. If memory serves, Francisca's grandkids are as assinine as she is. Stitches?" the Sherrif asked in a no-nonsense way.

Dr. Devereaux agreed and called out to his assistant, Adam to take Cas outside and stitch him up.
Then the good doc turned on Dean and in his typical way asked if Dean was ok.
When Dean answered he was fine, Cas could hear his amusement ringing through.
Dean was ok, he, Cas, was marginally ok...they'd pulled through!
Sam patted him on the back in passing.
"Hey Cas. You'll be ok, right?" the tall man asked low.
Cas nodded and followed Adam out.