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187. Argue
"I told you to stay back!" Dean growled, bandaging Castiel's injured arm. "That angel bitch hurt you!"
"You are not the boss of me, Dean," Castiel retorted. "And if I hadn't intervened, she would have injured you!"
"Yeah, and? You jumped in and look what happened to you! You got hurt because of me!"
"Because of you? Dean, I chose to bear the brunt of that attack!"
"And d'you know how crap that makes me feel? If you'd just stayed back –"
"I am not helpless, Dean! I have been human for six years and hunting for most of those! I am perfectly able to take care of myself!"
"Yeah, clearly. That's why you're sitting here like this."
Castiel recoiled, jaw set in fury.
"I don't know why you insist on treating me like a helpless child, Dean! I don't need your protection! I don't need you to 'take all of the hits' for me! I wish you would see that I am a capable hunter who does not need an overbearing husband to play the martyr!"
Dean's green eyes flashed. Then he stood up, snatched up his jacket and stormed out of the room, not saying a single word. Castiel refused to allow his churning stomach and tense muscles, his guilt and his anger, to overwhelm him. Instead, he lay back on the motel bed and stared up at the ceiling, arms folded defiantly.