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Dean: "You LIED to me Dean!" You slam your hands down on the table. "You need to tell me these things!" You yell at him, tears welling up in your eyes.
"You could've been hurt!" He counters as he stomps his over to the couch.
"ME?! YOU could've been hurt!" Your voice is shrill as more tears form and fall down your cheeks. He finally looks up at your face and is immediately distraught.
"Baby? Y/N? I'm sorry please don't cry," He walks over and wraps his arms around you, softly running his fingers through your hair. "I won't do it again, I promise." He lifts your face up and plants a kiss on your forehead. He allows you 'just this once' to snuggle into his chest and watch TV for the rest of the night.
Sam: Your first fight was bad. Things had been thrown in frustration, tears had fallen, and words had been said. All because you suggested he stay home from this one hunt. He had been going on so many, and when you expressed your distraught, he only got angrier.
"I didn't know you were such a clingy bitch!" Words like these continued to fall from his mouth as you listened with tear stained cheeks. Finally you gave up,
"Then I'll just leave!" You screamed as you stomped up the stairs. You flung yourself in your guys room and began to pack.
"Y-Y/N?" You heard his now softer voice behind you. "Y/N please, I've just been under a lot of stress I didn't mean to take it out on you." He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting he head atop yours. You sniffle some more before finally turning around and burying your head into his chest.
"I'm sorry Y/N," He says softly into your hair, "I'm sorry." He decides a little break from hunting would be a good idea.
Castiel: You knew when he was angry it was bad, but you didn't think this bad. Nearly the whole room had been damaged, wallpaper peeling off the wall, furniture tossed and broken. All because you called him 'Cassie'. How were you to know that's what Balthazar had called him? His blue eyes were full of rage as he tore a painting that had been in your family for generations. That was the last straw.
"CAS! Stop!" You yell at him, then much softer you include, "You're scaring me!" But you know he heard it. He stopped and stared at your tear stained cheeks and the way you were pressed into a corner. He was over to you in a flash, caressing your cheeks softly.
"I-I didn't know Cas, I swear." You hiccup and lean into his hand softly. He presses his lips atop his favorite freackle of yours, the one on the tip of your nose.
"I apologize Y/N, that was a very innapropriate response. Please forgive me." He whispers the last part but you can just catch it. He was a broken angel, but he was your broken angel.
A/N: I wasn't sure what they each should be fighting over so if it seems like they're overreacting, sorry!