Michael paced back and forth in the living room with his hands clasped tightly behind his back. Lucifer was sitting upside down on the couch as he listened to Michael ramble about all the issues he had with Dean and Cas.
"It's terrible, Lucifer!" Michael exclaimed. "Don't you agree?"
"Leave me out of this." Lucifer replied.
"You have to admit it's wrong, though." Michael stated, stopping and turning to face Lucifer, well his feet anyway.
"You have a funny sense of wrong, Michael." Lucifer retorted.
"How so? Right and wrong is very a very black and white thing. It is wrong for someone of Castiel's social class to even talk to someone of Dean Winchester's, let alone respect, let alone love." Michael protested.
"Now you're the wrong one." Lucifer chuckled.
"Explain." Michael ordered.
"Cassie being in love with Dean isn't wrong. It's just strange and unusual, but it's okay. What was wrong was them running off and ditching school for a week. It's perfectly okay for you to disapprove of them and not like Dean, but it's wrong of you to try and keep them apart and tell Castiel who he can and can't love." Lucifer stated.
"Well." Michael huffed. "If I wanted your opinion I would've asked for it."
Lucifer snorted. "You are so stubborn sometimes. You only have one thing on your mind these days – money."
Michael shrugged off the comment as a sly smile spread across his face.
"Oh, God..." Lucifer muttered. "What kind of fucked up plan do you got now?"
"I know exactly how to make sure Castiel never sees Dean again." Michael grinned.
"Don't be such a douche bag, Mike!" Lucifer called behind him. "They're just kids!"
"I don't care how old they are! That Winchester boy is the spawn of Satan!" Michael replied.
"Actually, I think I'm the spawn of Satan! Hence the name Lucifer!" Lucifer finished off the conversation as Michael disappeared down the hallway towards his office.
Lucifer flipped to another page to the magazine he was reading, shaking his head in disapproval. "God help those two... they're gonna need it."
He turned to the next page in the magazine as he heard Michael furiously yelling into a phone about 'rush orders' and 'highest priority customer'. Lucifer plugged his headphones in a pleasantly listened to some Rob Zombie and Disturbed as Michael rattled away on the phone.
Cas was lying on his stomach on his bed, taking down notes from a textbook when he heard a knock at the door.
"Come in!" He called.
The door swung open to reveal Michael holding some photographs in his hand.
"Oh." Cas grimaced when he saw his brother. "What is it you want, Michael?"
"I think it's you're the one who'll be wanting, Castiel." Michael replied.
"I highly doubt it." Cas turned back to his notes and continued writing.
"I'm sure you're wrong there, but allow me to humor you anyways." Michael stepped closer to Cas's bed.
"Fine." Cas sighed and shut his textbook and notes, placing them beside him. "You never were the best at humor. Cousin Uriel was."
"That is agreed upon." Michael nodded. "To the matter at hand."
Cas remained silent allowing his brother to continue.
"Dean is great to you, right?" Michael asked.
"Yes..." Cas answered hesitantly. "He's amazing. Why? Have you come to your senses finally?"
"Have you?" Michael countered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Cas raised an eyebrow at Michael.
"It means that Dean may not be as great as you think he is. I'm not talking social class or wealth or education or any of that right now. I'm talking solely him." Michael continued.
"You have my attention, but if you're implying that Dean has done something wrong or is an immoral bastard, then you might as well stop before you start. I know Dean and he is a good person." Cas replied.
"I beg to differ." Michael argued. "You know the history of Dean's past relationships I take it?"
"Yes, I do. He's never been really 'serious' about anyone before me." Cas stated, with air quotes.
"How do you know that he's 'serious' about you?" Michael asked mimicking Cas with his own air quotes.
"I just do. I'm the first person he's loved in a long time, Michael. What the hell is this about?" Cas scoffed, getting slightly agitated.
"How do you know he's not just saying he loves you?" Michael continued.
"I can tell he loves me. He doesn't even have to say it. Besides, why would he lie about something like that?" Cas responded.
Michael shrugged in answer. "You never know. Some people have twisted morals. Like they might just want to use you to get to their family."
"Oh not this bullshit again." Cas rolled his eyes.
"I'm going somewhere with this, Castiel." Michael snapped.
"That what you said before, too. And if you ask me, you're staying pretty stationary." Cas snorted, reaching for his textbooks. "So if you don't mind, I'm going to get back to my studies."
"I do mind. We're having a conversation." Michael slammed the cover of the textbook shut and pushed it back over to the side.
"Okay, then. Hurry it up, will you? I have things to do." Cas sighed and rested his chin in his hands.
"Continuing on, Dean would never do anything to hurt you or lie to you or go behind your back?" Michael questioned.
"Of course not. Unless he has something to hide." Cas mused. "Which of course he doesn't."
"How often do you get to actually see him?"
"I don't know." Cas replied. "Sometimes everyday and other times only four days in the week. It just depends."
"And how much time exactly do you spend together on these visits?" Michael inquired.
"It varies. Sometimes a few hours, sometimes we spend the night and one of our houses. Depends on what day it is." Cas answered.
"You're being very blunt about this. You're not even bothering to hide anything." Michael observed. "Why?"
"No reason in hiding anything. I mean, there's no way you can stop us from seeing each other. We'd always find a way." Cas smirked.
"I didn't plan to stop you." Michael stated.
"Oh?"
"You're going to stop yourselves." Michael replied.
"Yeah, sorry, Michael. No we're not." Cas shook his head at him.
"Bear with me, Castiel." Michael said, holding up the photographs, still not showing them. "One of my P.I.'s scraped up some more juicy details on your sweet Winchester."
"You hired a private investigator on Dean?" Cas exclaimed. "What the hell?"
"How do you think I found out all about his life? Google?" Michael snorted.
"Carry on." Cas huffed.
"Turns out your little dream boat isn't all that dreamy." Michael finally tossed the stack of photos at Cas.
He quickly flipped through all the photos, dismay covering his face. "W-wh-what? This can't be right. This can't be."
"Oh it is, Castiel. I'm sorry." Michael patted his back softly.
"Leave." Cas ordered. "I have a phone call to make."
"Then here is your phone back." Michael nodded, pulling Cas's phone from his back pocket and handing it to him.
Cas sniffled as tears began dripping from his face. He let out a shaky breath as he flipped open the phone. Michael smiled smugly as he proudly walked back down to the living room.
"Hey, Cas. Nice to see you got your phone back." Dean said cheerily.
"Yeah." Cas laughed bitterly, holding back his utter disgust and hate.
"So, what's up? You want me to come over? We can have some fun?" Dean teased.
"Yeah, Dean. That'd be nice." Cas mused, trying hard to stop his voice from cracking.
"You okay, Cas? You sound a little tense." Dean chuckled.
"I'm fine, Dean." Cas replied. "I just need to see you. Badly."
"Mmm." Dean purred. "Someone's excited."
"Yeah..." Cas muttered, tears starting to flow again. "Just get here."
"You sure you're okay?" Dean asked. "You sound really out of it, Cas. Are you running a fever?"
"I said I'm fine." Cas growled. "Just come here now."
"Sheesh. Fine. Be there in ten." Dean smirked.
When Dean entered Cas's room, he had his back turned to him and was sitting at the foot of the bed.
"Hello, Dean." Cas choked as he kept on shuffling through the photos in his hands.
"Something is definitely wrong." Dean mused, slowly walking over to Cas.
"Stop. Don't come near me." Cas scowled.
"Whoa there. You're not pregnant are you?" Dean laughed.
Cas couldn't help but half-smile at the remark, but quickly went stoic again. "No, Dean. I am not with child."
"So what's going on? Did someone die or something?" Dean asked hesitantly.
"You love me, don't you?" Cas whispered.
"What?" Dean scoffed.
"Do you love me, Dean?" Cas repeated louder.
"Of course I do, Cas. How could you ask that?" Dean replied. "Of course I love you."
"Don't lie to me, Dean." Cas said.
"I'm not, Cas. You know I love you." Dean stated. "What's this about?"
"Stop lying to me, Dean!" Cas shouted. "I don't like being lied to."
"Dammit, Cas!" Dean yelled, coming out a little harsher than he intended. "What changed to make you think I don't love you? I do Cas! I love you more than anything I've known before! You're practically family to me!"
"I should've known a month and a half was too soon to fall in love." Cas mumbled. "It's never true. It's always foolish. Michael was right. So quit pretending you don't know what I'm talking about, Dean!"
"I don't know, Cas!" Dean pleaded. "I can't help you if I don't know what I did wrong!"
"I don't want your help." Cas growled. "I want to break up."
Cas started sobbing again and his voice cracked as he said the words.
"And then I want an explanation." Cas finished.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back the crazy train up a hot moment." Dean breathed. "You want to break up? Why? Am I not good enough for you? Not rich enough? Is Michael putting you up to this?"
"I'm doing this on my own accord, Dean." Cas cried.
"Sure doesn't sound like it." Dean retorted. "Sounds like you're pretty pissed over it."
"I'm pissed over you, Dean! Michael's the one who brought me 'to my senses' as he put it. I thank him for this. I can't live a lie with you, Dean!" Cas screamed.
"Cas..." Dean choked. "What? I don't understand. Just talk me, will you?"
"Oh yeah, Dean. Go ahead and pretend you care. Just play the teary eyed, broken hearted lover card!" Cas wiped his eyes on the collar of his shirt.
"Well, I don't understand, Cas. I thought we were fine. I thought you were happy. I mean, that's all I want is for you to be happy-"
"Bullshit!" Cas cried.
Michael tapped on Lucifer's side as he was still upside down.
"What?" Lucifer pulled one of his earbuds out.
"Listen." Michael smiled, pointing to the ceiling above them.
Lucifer pulled his other earbud out and turned his gaze upwards. He heard the sounds of muffled screaming and crying coming from fives floors higher. He cast Michael an ashamed and disappointed glance.
"Why couldn't you just leave them alone?" Lucifer asked in disgust. "They're just kids, Michael. They don't deserve this. All they did was love each other. Why shroud them in hate?"
"You can't tell me Satan doesn't enjoy this at least a little bit." Michael smirked.
"I don't. You're a real dick sometimes. He's your flesh and blood and you're torturing him!" Lucifer protested. "This is Castiel we're talking about! He's screwed up a few times, but haven't we all? He's under enough pressure as it is. He doesn't need you fucking up his life anymore, Michael. Go fix it!"
"No!" Michael exclaimed, giddily. "I think they're finally breaking up!"
"Michael, are you hearing yourself?" Lucifer scoffed. "Castiel may only be our half-brother, but I still love him and you should, too. He's family and you do not treat family this way!"
"He's a disgrace." Michael scowled. "And if you stand for his actions, then you are, too."
Michael stood up angrily and stormed off to his office.
"When Castiel finds out, he will kill you!" Lucifer warned.
"Well, he's not going to find out. They wouldn't believe you anyways." Michael taunted.
"You know they're going to find out one way or another. Nothing can keep those two apart for long. I've seen how much they love each other and if you knew what love was, Michael, you might be able to find it in your stone cold heart to let them have some of their own." Lucifer growled.
Michael ignored Lucifer and continued down the hall.
"Douchebag..." Lucifer muttered.
"I heard that!" Michael called.
"Good." Lucifer snapped, putting his headphones back in and turning back to his magazine.
"Just let me finish, Cas!" Dean begged. "All I want is for you to be happy. It doesn't matter if you think that's BS or not, it's not going to change the fact that I'm sincere when I say that. So if breaking up will make you happy, then I'll leave."
"Yes you will. Not without an explanation, though." Cas replied, finally turning around to face Dean. His face was stained with tears and his eyes were red. "Look at these."
Dean slowly walked forward and took the photos from Cas. "What the fuck are these? Where'd you get them?"
"Michael." Cas answered.
"Of course you did." Dean laughed pathetically. "It's always Michael..."
"But why, Dean? After all we've done for each other, to each other, with each other, why?" Cas asked softly.
"I didn't, Cas. I would never!" Dean screamed.
Cas stood up violently. "Well obviously you did, Dean!"
"I didn't, Cas! You have to believe me! Please!" Dean cried.
"Give me one good reason why I should!" Cas demanded.
"I could give you a million, Cas!" Dean defended.
"Well give me your best one, then." Cas ordered.
"Okay. You're trusting your heartless older brother who only cares about money and has been doing everything in his power over the guy you love!" Dean pleaded.
"Loved." Cas corrected.
Dean swallowed and tried to keep from breaking down.
"Michael is family. You're just you." Cas scowled.
"Michael isn't your family, Cas!" Dean protested.
Cas picked up a plastic bottle and threw it at Dean. "Don't tell me who my family is, Dean!"
Dean winced as the bottle hit him in the side. He quickly regained his composure, though. "Cas, your family are the people that truly love you and would die for you and never want to hurt you."
"Yeah." Cas snorted. "So you're obviously not my family!"
"Well if I'm not, Michael surely isn't!" Dean defended.
"Stop saying that!" Cas yelled, throwing a CD case at Dean.
"Cas!" Dean pleaded. "You've told me the things Michael's said to you and how horrible he is and how much he hates you! That is not family, Cas!"
"I said to stop it!" Cas screamed, throwing a large textbook at Dean.
The book his Dean's shin and he howled in pain. "Dammit, Cas!" He clutched his leg as he fell to the ground.
"You deserve to be hurt like you hurt me, you fucking son of a bitch!" Cas burst.
Dean looked up at Cas in desperation. "Cas..." He whimpered.
"Now look who's begging for mercy!" Cas growled.
"I just want you to think this through." Dean said quietly.
"I've heard enough of your lies, Dean! I know what I want! And I want you to leave!" Cas ordered.
"Sorry, Cas." Dean smiled bittersweetly. "I'd love to please you and make a dramatic exit here, but you broke my fucking leg."
"Oh, apologies." Cas's face turned sympathetic, quickly hardening again. "I mean good! You deserve the pain! I'll have Lucifer take you to the hospital. Enjoy your stay."
"I'll be sure to." Dean muttered as Cas stormed out of the room and quickly ran down the hallway. As soon as he was gone, Dean fell against the floor violently. "Fuck!"
Dean broke down and sobbed, not in physical pain though. He could care less about his leg at the moment. He pulled himself together, not very well though, as he heard quick footsteps come up the stairs. They weren't light airy ones. They were heavy, stressed, rushed ones. Lucifer.
"Shit. He wasn't kidding." Lucifer sighed as he rushed over to Dean. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. It's not Cas's either." Dean replied with a sad shrug.
"It's Michael's." They said at the same time.
"What a douchebag." They continued.
They both chuckled as Lucifer situated Dean on Cas's bed. "Okay, a makeshift splint will have to do until we can get you to the hospital."
"No. I don't need it. Just take me." Dean ordered.
"Dean, you can't even stand." Lucifer protested.
"Don't need to." Dean smirked tensely. "I'll just scoot down the stairs on my ass like little kids do."
"Then I can call the limo out in front and it'll be a short walk to the driveway, which I can stabilize you to." Lucifer nodded. "I'll wait at the foot of the stairs for you."
As Dean reached the first floor, he saw Cas sitting smugly by the wall and Lucifer waiting by the stairs.
"I forgive you." Dean smiled softly.
"I'll never forgive you." Cas growled as Lucifer helped pull Dean to a stand and they stumbled off to the limo.
"I'll help you, Dean." Lucifer said after a few minutes. "You and Castiel don't need this. If we work together, we can make sure Cas finds out it was Michael. You and Cassie belong together."
"Great." Dean snorted. "Making a deal with the devil."
"Real cute, Dean." Lucifer laughed.
"I think I'm funny." Dean retorted as they pulled into the emergency department of the hospital.
"I'll go get someone." Bela said, as she stepped from the limo.
The people in the hospital all craned their necks to admire the sleek, black limo in the front of the double doors. A blonde woman walked up to the front desk and the room fell deathly silent to hear.
"I have a guy with a broken leg out in the back. We're going to need assistance getting him out." Bela stated.
"Right away." The lady responded picking up a phone and making a call.
"Lucifer?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." He replied, Bela opening the back doors to the limo, someone hoisting Dean onto a hospital bed.
"Everyday, tell Cas I love him and I forgive him." Michael requested.
"Of course." Lucifer nodded.
"Thanks." Dean grinned as the nurses began wheeling him away.
A/N: Wow. All these angsty chapters. What the hell's up with that? I don't know. Never fear! The authour is here! I'll kiss and make it all better. I swear. Even if it's not very ladylike. (Cas bakes Dean a pie reference. Best shit ever right there. If you don't know what I'm talking about, google it. Now. Seriously. I don't care if you're in the bathroom or in your sex ed class, watch that shit.) Good news though. I finally saw my doctor today and no more sling! ...just 6+ weeks of physical therapy three days out of the week. But I'm back to my normal typing and arm movements! HOLLA! Anyways, if everything goes as planned, I can have the next chapter up by tomorrow night/day/whatever time you read this at. Have a beautiful day/night/(do I need to repeat this?)