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I hope I'm not dragging out this issue TOO much, especially since I said I'd be incorporating it into a future fic. But it didn't feel right to just leave it at last chapter and move on, so I think I'll be dedicating a few prompts to this.

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112. Fix

Ever since Cas' heart-wrenching confession about him and April, Dean felt like he'd become the angel on his angel's shoulder. It infuriated him that Cas felt like he was broken when he wasn't! It wasn't his fault! And it killed Dean to see his angel so tormented! So, slowly but surely, even though he felt like he was in uncharted waters, Dean did his best to hold Cas together.

"Morning, beautiful," Dean said most mornings, rolling over to give Cas a long kiss. "You're not broken, y'know?"

Cas just nodded and looked away.

"Hey!" Sam snapped at lunchtime when Dean swatted him on the head and then wet-willied him. "Dude! Quit being such a jerk!"

"Sam knew what he was getting into by sticking around me," Dean smirked at Cas. "Does that make what I did to him his fault?"

Cas rolled his eyes but shook his head with a faint smile.

"Not even gonna ask." Sam scooped up his salad and left the kitchen, muttering something about seeing Charlie.

"I love you, angel," Dean said every night in bed, holding Cas close to him. "And you're really not broken."

Cas usually just nodded, as he did in the mornings. But not this night.

"You're wrong," he muttered, turning so that his back was pressed to Dean's front. "I am broken, Dean. Why can't you see that? Naomi was right. I break everything I touch. And I read a post online where somebody said that it's impossible for males to be sexually assaulted and that we're just crying for attention. It's my fault, Dean. I should have told her no and refused to go along with it. And I did enjoy it! It did feel good!"

Dean scowled. Just when he'd thought he was making progress!

"I've had it," he snapped. "Turn around, Cas." Cas ignored him. "I said turn around!"

Cas reluctantly turned over, not meeting Dean's gaze. Dean felt something inside him slowly shatter and he gently pushed Cas' head up by the chin until Cas' pained blue eyes met his green ones.

"You. Are. Not. Broken," Dean said firmly. "You've never been broken and you never will be, so screw what everybody says! You hate it when I say I'm broken, right?"

Cas nodded, lowering his eyes.

"Then stop saying that you're broken because I hate it just as much! And even if you were broken, you know what I'd do? I'd pick up every little piece of you and put you back together myself just like you did to me in Hell because dammit, I love you, Cas! I love you so frigging much it hurts and I hate seeing you hate yourself!"

Dean grabbed Cas' face and, mindful of Cas' current state of mind, gave him a searing but gentle kiss. Cas stiffened for a moment and Dean began to pull back but Cas gripped Dean's hair and pulled him back in.

"That person is a lying, stupid asshole," Dean murmured heatedly when they broke apart. "It's not always about just shoving someone down and doing that to them. You were manipulated into it, Cas, and it's not your fault! And you know what? Just 'cause your body likes something doesn't mean you do. I can guarantee that if some stripper came and ground against me, I'd probably get a boner. But it doesn't mean that I'm attracted to her or that I enjoy it! Sex feels damn good but it doesn't mean you enjoy it."

Cas was starting to cry, which made Dean's heart scream because Cas never cried!

"You really think you're broken?" Dean said, caressing Cas' face. Cas bit his lip and then nodded. "Then let me fix you, angel. If you really think that you're broken then let me put you back together. What do you say?"

Dean rested his forehead on Cas'. Cas took a deep breath and then nodded.

"Okay."