For heavenonhigh
As it turned out, Balthazar and Dean got along about as well as Cas had probably imagined; maybe a little worse. The fact that helping Dean had been what had turned him against Castiel and ended him up in this mess in the first place didn't help their relationship any, either. When Balthazar wasn't blatantly ignoring Dean's existence in a way that was full of conscious and intentional offense, he was making deliberately snide comments. The problem, of course, was that Balthazar was aware that he didn't have his Grace, but it was still a bit soon for that to really sink in. He still acted as if Dean was somehow this pesky creature that he didn't much like that he could piss over beyond good sense without any particular ill-effects.
It was the sort of situation where a breaking point was only a matter of time -- and not a lot of it, at that. And so it was completely unsurprising when Balthazar quipped something nasty at Dean, and Dean proceeded to punch him in the face.
Balthazar actually stumbled a little from the unexpected force of it as pain blossomed along his slender cheekbone and the side of his jaw. His hand went to his face, clutching at where he'd been hit, looking wide-eyed and rather confused. There was that part of him that had somehow still expected Dean to be the one backing off, clutching his hand and wincing in pain. He had not been at all prepared for that; pain was new. Pain came on angelblades, pain came with Castiel, not like this.
"That... hurt."
It was the sort of situation where a breaking point was only a matter of time -- and not a lot of it, at that. And so it was completely unsurprising when Balthazar quipped something nasty at Dean, and Dean proceeded to punch him in the face.
Balthazar actually stumbled a little from the unexpected force of it as pain blossomed along his slender cheekbone and the side of his jaw. His hand went to his face, clutching at where he'd been hit, looking wide-eyed and rather confused. There was that part of him that had somehow still expected Dean to be the one backing off, clutching his hand and wincing in pain. He had not been at all prepared for that; pain was new. Pain came on angelblades, pain came with Castiel, not like this.
"That... hurt."