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I'll Never Tell You That I Love You
Dean deliberately didn't look at Cas and kept his eyes on the demon who had kidnapped and tortured him by the looks of it for at least a few hours. Dean grasped Ruby's knife - hidden from the demon's view but ready to throw at any given opening.
It chuckled and said, 'So, Dean, I have your boyfriend. If..'
Dean sighed and said, 'Sammy, you know what I'm really sick and tired of?'. Sam knew a rhetorical question when he heard one and kept silent. 'I'm really sick and fucking tired of assholes like this fucking with us and ours.
What he is is none of your goddamned business. Except that', and Dean paused so slightly that no one but Castiel would have caught it, 'He is family to me. As much as Sam is'. At that Sam blinked but neither his gaze nor his shotgun wavered from the demon's head. Dean's voice became even colder if that were possible. 'So, if you'd done to Sam what you've done to Castiel what do you think the consequences would be for you?'. He paused to glance at Castiel who was losing a lot, TOO MUCH blood (his mind screamed) from where the demon had sliced off strips of skin and muscle (which he knew they probably ate in front of him) from Cas' arms. Dean glanced back and said 'Sloppy work. You could have made him last much longer than this. I'll be sure to demonstrate how a professional would have handled this.' Out of the corner of his eye Dean saw Cas smile and thought proudly, balls of steel. 'As I see it you have two choices. Let him die and I go to work on you or let him go. Now.'
Dean had been inching forward the entire time he had been talking and was now even with Cas and only a foot or two away from the demon. He lifted a shoulder at Sam and Sam emptied both barrels of the shotgun into it. Dean threw the knife at the same time and moved to Cas' side. Crouching down he put both hands on Cas' knees and said, 'We're getting you out of here, now.' Cas looked at Dean and said 'Some of my ribs are broken I don't think you'll be able to carry me very far; you should...'. Dean cut him off and said 'No one is leaving anyone anywhere, you got that Cas?'. Cas blinked once. Dean untied him not realizing that the bindings were the only thing keeping Cas upright. Cas almost fell to the floor before Dean grabbed him. Sam, after collecting the knife said 'Dean, why isn't he healing?'. Cas mumbled, his mouth next to Dean's ear 'Sigils.' And promptly passed out. 'I don't know Sammy, do I look like I have a degree in angel?'. Dean shifted and picked Cas up in one fluid movement.
They got Cas out to the Impala quickly and by then the front of Dean's shirt was soaked with blood. Dean tossed the keys to Sam. At his look Dean said 'Someone has to stop the bleeding. Here hold him for a sec'. The kit was already on the floor-all he had to do was crawl in and pull Cas in after him which resulted in the angel's head resting on his chest. 'Get a blanket in case he goes into shock and all the towels in the trunk.' Cas had come to and was mumbling softly. He was still out of it though and Dean wasn't wondering why Cas was saying Dean's name over and over. He wasn't.
Cas became quiet as Dean was pressing a towel to his arm trying to stop the bleeding. He whispered, 'Your upholstery....' Dean clutched him even closer and said 'I don't give a flying fuck about the upholstery, Cas besides the ribs did they hurt you anywhere that I can't see? Sam, can you fucking stop driving like a girl and floor it? We need to get him back to the room so I can fix this.'
'We'll be there in 10 minutes Dean. He can't heal himself yet?' Sam did not add that the last time he'd bled on the Impala's upholstery he heard about it for a week.
Dean sighed a long-suffering sigh and said 'Cas, are you hurt anywhere else that I can't see?' Dean barely heard him answer 'No, just ribs and arms' before he passed out again. 'Thank fuck for that. Sammy, I swear I am going to find all those fuckers and make them pay.'
Ten minutes later they were sneaking an unconscious Cas into the room. Dean carried him to the bed and laid him down whispering sorry when he saw him wince while Sam went to bring in the first aid gear from the Impala. Dean grabbed the bottle of whiskey and a couple of bottles of water putting them on the bedside table crawled on the bed and pulled Cas to him so that Cas was at an angle leaning against Dean's chest. Sam hurried back in stopped and said 'Dean?' Dean looked at him. 'Have you ever had broken ribs Sammy? Hurts like a motherfuck to lie down flat. Just dump the stuff so I can reach it.' Sam did so and then flopped on the other bed face down fully clothed.
Sam was very definitely not a morning person and he was a creature of habit. He always woke up early because if Dean beat him to the shower there was usually no hot water left. This morning he stumbled to the bathroom took his five minute shower, completed the rest of his morning ritual and walked back to his bed to grab some clean clothes. He stopped two steps past Dean's bed and without turning to look said , 'Dean?'
'Sam. He just went to sleep.'
Not Dean's voice then. 'Cas? You ok?' 'Yes. Dean wouldn't let me....' 'Sleep? Will you both just shut the fuck up so I can? Sam get dressed bring back breakfast and lots of coffee. Cas you are not fine yet and you are not going anywhere. Please can I sleep for just one goddamned hour?'
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Sam takes his time getting breakfast for several reasons. One. He knows when he gets back no matter what something uncomfortable will be going on. Two. He really doesn't want to walk in on whatever that uncomfortable thing might be.
So, half an hour later he opened the door to the sound of arguing. Well, Dean was shouting and Cas was interjecting a plaintive 'Dean' whenever Dean took a breath. All things considered it could have been worse. As Sam stepped in Dean yelled, 'But Cas, you can't wear your clothes soaked in blood!' Sam almost dropped breakfast when he noticed that the clothes Dean was offering Cas were the vintage AC/DC shirt and his favorite jacket. Cas shot a look at Sam who took the opportunity to say 'Cas, just put them on. We'll get yours cleaned up later but until you do he won't shut up and I'm hungry.'
Sam turned around after putting the breakfast on the table to witness a staring contest for the ages. Dean held the clothes out to Cas in an outstretched hand and Cas stood there staring directly at Dean for a good three minutes to give Dean his due he never wavered, just stared back until Cas broke and growled out 'Fine.' He grabbed the clothes and stalked off to the bathroom. Dean grinned after him and said 'You need some help there Cas?' As a response the door slammed which made Dean grin even wider. 'I hope you got some extra hash browns Sam, looks like we have an extra mouth to feed.'
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'But Dean, he doesn't smile. Ever.' Sam's been thinking about this for awhile obviously because he's been harping on it for the last half hour.
'Sammy, he smiles all the fucking time.' Dean sighed in frustration. 'All the fucking time.'
'But Dean, he doesn't, ever. I don't think he likes us.' I don't think he likes me is what he wanted to say. They'd been staying at Bobby's for the last week and a half-Dean had actually been waiting for something like this-too long in one spot and Sam started obsessing over the most trivial things.
Dean looked up from the book he'd been reading and yelled 'Bobby! Doesn't Cas smile all the fucking time?' Bobby from wherever he was shouted back 'What are you talking about Dean? Your angel has the biggest stick up his ass I've ever seen. I have NEVER seen that boy smile.' Dean shouted back 'He's not my angel Bobby.' He thought he heard Bobby say 'Who's angel would he be then you idjit?'
Dean stood up and heard the tell-tale flutter of wings behind him. He heard Sam gasp and turned around barely catching the angel before he collapsed to the floor.
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