I'm so, so sorry, people... not my opinion in here... REALLY! I don't care whom you love, as long as you are happy.

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Humming, Dean parked Baby at Nomed.
The Mark needed a tune-up, and Dean had driven Cas to work this morning.
They still kept the PDA at a minimum there, but it was something he could live with.
Marley was still in reception, and there was no need to poke the bear.
Cole had come through, and the ruling on the house, and everything else, was to liquidise all assets, and Dean would get half of all.
Somewhere, deep, deep down, he felt a little sorry for Lisa. It was her home they were yanking from under her butt, but she definitely had it coming.

Cas wasn't in reception, and he hadn't answered Dean's text either.
His gut clenched.
"Hello, Dean." Marley said, voice falsely sweet.
"Are you picking up Novak again?"
Narrowing his eyes at her, Dean nodded once. The bitch hadn't spoken to him since before the break up... Something was weird.
"Yeah. You got a problem with that, Marley?"
Marley tittered, sounding ridiculously like a twelve year old.
"Noooo. Of course not! Go on... He's still in his office. Third floor, second to the right."
Gut churning by now, he tipped his fingers to his head and walked on.

Something bugged him, big time, and he decided to take the stairs.
Slipping into the stairwell was easy, as was quickly and silently making his way up three flights of stairs.
Slowly pushing open the door on the third level, Dean carefully cased the hallway.
Years of scrounging up his money oneway or another, haunting dark alleyways, always on the lookout for danger, made his steps inaudible, his movements lithe.
Cas' office was darkened, the blinds drawn. That made Dean frown. Cas loved the light, he'd never draw the blinds unless he was leaving.
He debated what to do. Waltzing right up, knocking on the door might be a tad suicidal.
Every instinct Dean ever had, was screaming at him to lay low.

Standing there, Dean weighed every option, but he couldn't see how he could get in unseen. So for now, he would get close, and listen. See if he could get a handle on what the Hell was going on.
He slipped closer, and pressed his ear to the glass.
"You don't have to do this." came Cas' voice.
"I'm sure there is a way to settle this without violence."
Throat dry, Dean pressed harder.
"Shut up!"

Ice flooded Dean's veins. Lisa! And she sounded royally pissed.
"You and your gay ways... you turned Dean off me, didn't you? Parading around in that sexy suit, showing him how tight that ass is."
Something thumped to the floor and broke.
"I had him straight again. He didn't look at men anymore. I cured him... and now... you will lead him off again."
The ice was swiftly replaced with indignant fire. How could she spout such nonsense?! She herself flirted with girls, and tried to get on with them. How was that any different?

It seemed Cas thought the same way.
"But you... you kissed girls too. Marley.." Dean shuddered. "...and Becky. And I am sure you tried something with Charlie too."
At Lisa's scoff, Dean clenched his jaw. How lightly she brushed that off.
"Really? Oh, Castiël... that was just business. But you... you want Dean for yourself. To love, to hold, to fuck? HAH! You can't have him, Castiël. He is mine. MINE! Once he sees me again, he will come crawling back to me. He can't love you, see. He is straight, and mine. He has been for ten years!"
That was it. The last straw. Dean took a deep breath to calm himself and knocked.

Deciding to play dumb, Dean called: "Cas? You in there, bud?"
"Answer him, or else..." Dean could vaguely hear Lisa hiss.
"Y..Yeah... C...come on in, Dean." Dean hated the breaks in Cas' voice.
He opened the door, frowning in the darkness. He could see perfectly. He'd always been able to see in the dark, but Lisa never believed him, or never payed enough attention to him to notice.
She stood by the desk, a silver letteropener held against Cas' esophagus.

Deadpanning, Dean still played dumb.
"Cas? What's going on? Why is it so dark here? I can't see jackshit."
A slight intake told him Cas had caught on. He knew Dean had navigated the house in pitch blackness from day one.
"H...here. I... just uhn..."
Lisa had pressed the blade deeper. Dean nearly growled, but got in further.
"Coming, bud? I put cold ones in the fridge." he coaxed, looking around for a way out for Cas.
"N..not just yet... clo..close the door, Dean." Panick roughened up Cas' voice even more.
Not seeing anything of use yet, Dean obliged.

The room turned pitch dark now, Dean blinked once to adjust his eyes.
Lisa looked a little worse for wear. Her hair was in disarray, and her eyes looked wild, whites gleaming in the dark.
"So nice of you to join us, Dean!" she snarked and flipped on a desklight.
Scrunging his eyes shut against the light, Dean bit back his angry retort. This was no time to get snarky.
"Lisa... what the..."
Seeing her with the lights on, one thing was abundantly clear.
"You're not pregnant!" Dean called, eyeing the totally flat belly of her tight dress.

"Gee... really? No shit, Sherlock. Of course I'm not! Never was! I could sense you were slipping away from me, so I faked it. Got pee from a pregnant dog for the test."
Dean licked his lips, barely holding back. That blade was still against Cas' neck, and the bitch had broken his skin. A ruby rivulet was sliding slowly under Cas' collar, making Dean want to snap Lisa's neck.
"Why are you holding Cas hostage? What has he ever done to you?" Dean tried, forcing himself to deadpan and sound calm.
Lisa snarled, lips curling.
"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!"

Dean gaped at her. Even hearing her say it twice didn't make it any less ridiculous.
"What? Lisa... have you ever heard the term bi-sexual? That's what I am. That's what I always was! And 'made me gay'? Are you even listening to yourself? You can't choose who you love. It just happens. And just FYI... It was your own screwing around that turned me off. I just stuck around long enough to get things set in order. I only really met Cas after I left. Here? We just said 'hi' or waved. Sure, I checked out his butt, but I was always faithful to you. If you had done me the same courtesy, I might still be with you. But you fucked around, and how much I don't even wanna know. You screwed us over, Lisa. You. Leave Cas out of this. We're just roommates... don't hurt him."
By now Dean was desperate, because the bloodflow was not stemming. Lisa kept putting more preassure on the blade and Cas, cerulean eyes wide and filled with fear, could hardly move without hurting himself more.

"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!"
Totally stumped, Dean sat down in a chair.
"You're nuts..." he breathed.
Lisa shrieked a shrill laugh.
"Nuts? Maybe, but you made me. You shouldn't have left me, Dean!"
The situation was dire. Lisa wasn't going to be reasonable, and in her state of mind, Cas was just a minor obstacle. She'd shank him and not even wince.

Dean's heart thumped in panic. He couldn't lose Cas. He'd off himself!
He looked at Cas, trying to look like it wasn't his reason for breathing that was held at knifepoint.
"Cas... I'm sorry... I... I never thought..." he tried, but words failed to come in full sentences.
Cas quirked up one corner of his mouth bitterly.
"Don't. It isn't your fault, Dean. I understand."
Lisa narrowed her eyes, and tightened her grip on the blade.
"Shut up. Both of you!"

Cas gulped carefully, and Dean's heart sank.
There was no way out, but if he kept her talking, maybe someone would notice something off.
"Lisa. Why did you even get it on with me, if you knew I like men too?"
Lisa laughed, too high, too hard.
"Because I knew I could help you. I could turn you back. I told Aaron you were straight."
Dean sat up. "You what? I didn't know you then!"
Lisa laughed again.
"Not really, but I knew you. And I saw how you flirted back with Aaron. All flustered, but just as if he was a girl. I tried getting close to you, but you ignored me, for him. So I got him out of the way."

Dean sighed. Had he been blind ever since highschool? First Cas, now Lisa.
"Dad pulled Sam and me out two months later. You recognised me once I got back here?"
Lisa grinned, her teeth eerily white in the semi-darkness.
"I kept an eye on that salvage place... I knew you would turn up there..."
Bile rose in Dean's throat. She'd been stalking Bobby on the off chance Dean would come back. She hadn't gone nuts when Dean left her, she had alway been nuts.
It just never registered, because she hid it well.
"Lisa... no matter what you do... I'm not going to get back with you. Even if... if you hurt Cas."

Cas' eyes grew soft, his love for Dean shining in the deep blue.
His throat running dry, Dean bit his lip and looked away.
Lisa wasn't to know. She'd hurt Cas badly for sure.
Lisa snarled and turned away from Cas, shoving him off her.
"Don't you dare leave, Castiël! I'll kill you. I'm a pretty decent knife thrower. See... I had to survive living in a trailerpark. My momma gave me a butterfly knife when I was ten."
Several things clicked with Dean. Her momma. Died when they were together just a few months.

"That's why we never went to see her, or visit her grave. You didn't want me to see your roots."
Another too high, too loud, bark of laughter.
"Of course not, silly. Mom isn't even dead. Just in jail. Been for the last eight years. Dealing. Not the smartest career choice. No. You were better off not knowing, Dean."
He couldn't believe his ears.
"Better? Better living with a lying, manipulative bitch? Oh, Lis... you really need your head checked..."

With a snarl, she slapped him across the cheek.
"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..."
Dean scoffed loudly, rubbing his stinging cheek.
"If you say 'ever after' I'm gonna puke, so help me..."
Cas just stood by the desk, one hand against his still bleeding neck, trembling slightly. His blue eyes darted between Dean and Lisa, then, ever so briefly, to the desk light before flashing back to Dean.

The third time this cycle happened, Dean finally understood. The desklight was some fancy, designer thing. A heavy foot supported an elegant metal arm that vaguely looked like a tulip, the lightbulb artfully hidden in the flower.
A soft sound by the door distracted Lisa, and Dean softly curled his hand around the stem of the flower.
"If that's that idiot janitor, or the nightguard, and that door opens, he'll get a knife to the chest." Lisa hissed under her breath.
Dean felt the blood rush from his cheeks. Gabe! It had to be him. As mr. Gold, he would have noticed something off by now, and he would want to know Cas was ok. Fuck!
He gripped the lamp harder.

Lisa eyed the door suspiciously, then turned to Dean, putting herself within swinging range.
Dean didn't hesitate and swung the heavy lamp around, hitting Lisa in the chest and knocking the wind from her.
In a flash, Dean was on her, pinning her to the floor.
"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."
She growled, then snarled and glared at him.
The door opened, flooding the tiny office with light, until a big figure blocked it again.
"Dean? Cas? Are you ok?"
Dean let out a relieved chuckle.
"Yeah, Sammy. We're good."