DEANS POV

After a bit of arguing Dean was able to pull Gabriel (and an very intoxicated Sam) away from the loud party and down the street to talk. They leaned up against an old apartment building.

"Okay what the hell, you want me to talk to you brother? Why don't you?" Dean said cocking an eyebrow.

Gabriel threw his hands in the air but quickly brought them back to help support Sam's large figure from falling to the ground.

"I can't because he wont listen to me Dean! I'm serious here, he's going to do something I know he's going to regret!"

"Yeah, what could he possibly do that would be so bad?" Dean challenged.

"Can you just please help me here! Just listen to me! I helped you out now could you have the decadency to help me?" Gabriel cried out in despair.

Before Dean could respond Sam started giggling. Dean narrowed his eyes even more.

"Sam, what the fuck did you take!?" Dean snapped.

"I dunno mannn, I think Ruby called it cocaniinne!" Sam replied happily.

It was then Dean noticed how Sams once beautiful, hazels eyes were now blood shot, puffy and pupils dilated.

"You took what?" Dean bursted out making people around the group stare.

Dean charged forward ready to kill Sam. Before Gabriel could do anything the two brothers came tumbling toward the concrete.

Dean brought his fist back and collided with soft flesh. A disgusting crunch after crunch echoed the night.

"Dean! That's enough! It' not going to help anything!"

Dean didn't care, he didn't listen. He kept pulling his fist back and hitting Sam again and again.

Images of the kiss with Cas, the blood, confusing blood that tainted his hands and face came rushing back. His thoughts he had about other men, the oh so confusing thoughts. Dean wasn't gay. He couldn't be gay. Not even for Cas.

Images of his one night stand with Ruby and ditching her after sex came back to him. She did this out of revenge!

All the words his father slurred at him when he was drunk, all the words that were so true the hurt came rushing back.

The nights when he was younger when he cried himself to sleep because of being the reason his mom had died. The reason Sammy would never know their mom.

Dean just saw all red and kept hitting.

Sam tried to fight back but Dean was relentless. Sam eventually cried out in pain and he pitifully brought his arms up and tried to cover his face from any more damage.

Painful fingers dug into Dean shoulder and he was thrown off of his brother right before he was about to bring his fist back down on Sams nose.

Once he connected with the ground his back smashed against the ground and his head collided against a building. His vision clouded a little bit. He waited for the fog to blow over before he groaned and slowly sat up.

Everything came back to him in waves. He could still feel Sammy's face breaking under his bloody knuckles. His eyes widened and he looked over to where his brother was.

Gabriel was sitting beside Sam with his head in his hands, his shoulders raising and falling, loud sobs filled the air. Sam was sitting up. He looked horrible. His nose was bleeding profoundly, there was blood running down his lips, onto his chin and then dripping off his chin and onto the soft grass. He couldn't even open his left eye, blood and tears were caked under the eye, his forehead had a huge gap with more blood pouring out and he had various cuts on his cheeks.

Dean had done all that.

He just beat the living shit out of his little brother when he clearly should have beat the living shit out of the little bitch who had tempted Sam. Sure Sam knew it was wrong but the damn slut was just trying to get back at Dean. Dean should have never let Sammy come to the party with him. He should have made him stay home.

Dean should have never kissed Cas.

And he certainly should not have taken it out on Sam.
Dean could feel his lunch coming back up.

Sam looked over to where Dean was, seeing Dean awake, fear flashed through his eyes and he shuffled back the slightest bit.

Dean felt tears collect in his eye. He scrambled up on his feet and stumbled over to his car as fast he could. He ripped the door open before sinking into the seat. He slammed his door shut and struggled to get his keys out of his pocket. He fumbled a few times before turning the key and starting the car. A familiar purr broke through the silence. Dean stepped on the gas peddle, he had to get the fuck out of there.

The road was blurry and Dean was reckless. He simple didn't care. Tears started streaming down his face but he scrubbed at the viciously trying to get rid of them. Dean Winchester never cried!

He gripped the steering wheel tight feeling pain spread threw his knuckles, his attention drifted to them.

Dried and fresh blood was spattered over them. Some of it was looked like it was smeared, most looked like it was forced on.

Dean looked away from his hand in time to see a figure crossing the street in front of him. He stepped on the brake peddle and pulled his wheel to the side avoiding whoever it was just barley. a loud screech from his tires in protest let Dean know that was probably a horrible thing for his poor baby.

He pulled the wheel back the other way before finally coming to a stop. Thankfully he hadn't run the person or anything else.

Angrily he tossed his door open and lifted himself from the car literary ready to kill who ever it was.

But, he didn't, he couldn't, because the person was Cas.

"Cas what the fuck are you doing out here!"

The other man froze before slowly turning around. His eyes were blood shot and he looked like a deer caught in head lights.

"H-hey what's wrong?" Dean asked all his anger gone.

Cas mumbled something that Dean couldn't catch and when Dean asked again Cas exploded.

"I was trying to fucking kill myself okay! I can't fucking take it anymore! I can't fucking do it anymore and no one fucking cares so excuse me while I try it again!." With that Cas started to walk away.
Dean took a few minutes to realize what just happened but when he did he took off after Cas.

"Hey man, wait!" He caught up with him and latched onto his hand.

"Why don't we take a drive?"

Dean had eventually persuaded Cas to follow him into the car before the two of them started driving around.

"Okay so wha-whats wrong?" Dean was never good with this type of shit but he could give it a try. Maybe this is what Gabriel wanted to tell Dean?

Cas looked at Dean questionably before calmly responding. "I tried to kill myself."

"Why?"

"Because I deserved it."

Dean nearly swerved. No one ever deserved to die.

"Wh-when you kissed me.. Did you.. Did you see?" Cas asked in a low voice.

"Noticed what?" Dean asked not talking his eyes off the road.

"The blood.. My cuts.."

"Yeah." Dean really didn't know what else to say so he blurted out,

"how'd they get there?"

"Well, I put them there myself."

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A few thing I want to add, Ruby is not a demon I just picture it as something Gabriel would say!