Another hour ticked by and Castiel's shift ended. The bar was starting to empty out and he left the rest to another waiter. Walking out of the bar and pulling his leather jacket back on, Castiel felt like he was being watched. He continued down the side walk quietly, keeping his head down, but taking in his surroundings, in case he needed a quick escape from the usual bullies.
Suddenly and without fair warning, Castiel was lifted off the ground and thrown up against the wall. He grunted, trying to see his attacker, the one who held him against the wall in the dark.
Think, man. Think!
Castiel started to struggle against the man while his thoughts went wild.
Who could lift you like this, who could hold you against a wall...someone big, tall and muscular...short hair...
A loud grunt escaped his lips as his head slammed into the brick wall with another violent shove. "Stop it!" He screamed.
Think! Leather jacket...jeans...breath...that's it! His breath...it smells like...burgers, fries...no, ignore that, that's a typical meal for anyone in town...is that...brownies...?
"No! I swear you little, punk! Calling me out like that!" The stranger yelled, grabbing Castiel's shirt and shoving him back again. Castiel grunted again, looking up at him.
Calling him out? I didn't...oh...
The jock from the bar swung a fist and knocked Castiel to the ground. Ouch! God not this again...
Castiel thought, grabbing his jaw and wiping blood from his mouth. "Stop this." He said, trying to stand back up. He was only knocked back down with a kick to his chest.
"No! I'll kill you. Knock you out and kill you for what you've done to me!" Another kick to his mid section and Castiel started coughing up blood, trying to crawl away. "Please Stop!" Castiel yelled but received a kick to the skull.
Looking up, the last thing Castiel saw was the jock falling to the ground, and getting pounded on before he blacked out completely.
"Cas?" A deep, smooth voice spoke, and Castiel opened his eyes, trying to sit up.
"Where am I?"
"The hospital." Dean said, placing either hand on Castiel's back and arm, helping him sit up in the bed.
Realization showed on Castiel's face. He saved me... "Did you bring me here?"
"I...yes, I did...I found you and that asshole in the alley way..." Dean said quietly, sitting down in a chair that sat very close to the bed. "I...I heard you scream..."
Wow, he did...Thank God...
"Thank you..." Castiel smiled even though he was covered in bandages and in a lot of pain.
"Um, you're welcome, I guess."
"Cas?"
"What?"
Castiel laughed. "You called me Cas, earlier. I like that nickname- its a shortened version of my name, not 'Angel boy' or 'Teachers pet' or something stupid. It's good."
"Oh, yeah I did." Dean smiled and nodded, looking around the room. "Oh, the nurse said you could eat once you woke up." Dean said, raising the bed so Cas could lean back and pulling a table with food over.
"I didn't know hospitals gave out pie and hamburgers." Cas noted.
"They don't. not the real stuff." Dean grinned, biting into his own burger. "I went out down the street and bought us some."
"Oh that was very kind of you." Cas smiled, biting into his.
This is awesome.
They locked eyes for a while, just looking at each other.
Don't be creepy...Don't be creepy...shit...don't be creepy...
Dean cleared his throat and looked away. They finished their meal in silence.