Take Two - Chapter Twelve - Destiel Fanfiction
Title: Take Two
Authors: islanderbib83 & pdlessard07 (pippin1983 & lotrspnfangirl)
Pairing: Destiel
Rating: R (may change)
Summary: Dean and Castiel get drunkenly married at 19. It's bold, it's rash, it's being young and in love. After Dean walked out, Castiel tried to move and after ten years, he's decided to marry again. The only thing standing in his way is his legal marriage. Dean, however, wants a second chance to prove that he's grown up, he's matured, but his love for Castiel has never changed.
Warnings/Spoilers: Angsty! Totally AU.
Beta(s): Huge thanks and hugs to oldbatj for working with us on this! Jude, you’re fantastic!
A/N: We own nothing! We are taking these characters and playing with them nicely. Our fic was based off of this prompt.. Bibi primarily wrote Dean and Dani primarily wrote Cas. Our eye banners are used to signify scene changes and not POV, even if they coincide. We just think the boys have pretty eyes <3
You can find Chapter One here.
You can find lotrspnfangirl fiction index here.
You can find pippin1983 fiction index here.
Dean winced. Everything ached or throbbed. His chest muscles and rib cage burned and clenched painfully as he tried to breathe, his eyelids felt swollen and as heavy as lead and refused to even crack open a small slit. Finally his hammering headache caused him to simply surrender to his beaten body’s exhaustion.
When he regained consciousness again, Dean felt sick and turned his head to the side, nausea rolling through him like a wave. He could hear the muffled beeping of a monitor, though it was a distant echo in his mind. He swallowed hard before taking a deep breath through his nose, exhaling slowly and hoping to push the nausea away with the additional air.
As his stomach calmed, he became aware of surroundings. He was lying on a bed -- a hospital bed, he imagined from the state of the scratchy sheets, thin blanket and firm mattress-- and he had some sort of wires and tubing connected to his left arm as well as attached to his right. He shifted, his entire body screaming out in protest as pain ripped through his side and his face throbbed. Above him he could hear the soft drip of the IV that slowly trickled into into his left arm, the steady coolness from the infusion sending a chill up his spine.
What the fuck…
Then he remembered… Castiel and his confession and his lips hot and warm against his own… Then Balthazar, his eyes angry and flashing as he came at Dean with fists and his hatred… Dot screaming out his name… The nausea returned.
His eyes flew open as he turned to the side again and retched, but nothing except some bile came up, leaving feeling even more nauseous. Dean winced sharply at the pain his sudden turn had caused to intensify. He let himself sink back into the mattress and the scratchy pillow.
“Do you need me to get a nurse?” Castiel whispered from off to the side of the bed, his voice breaking in through the fog in Dean’s head.
“Cas?” Dean croaked towards the ceiling, feeling too dizzy to dare turn his head again.
“Yeah, Dean… I’m here.” Cas took a step forward, standing at the side of the bed so Dean could see him without straining himself. “How… how are you feeling?”
“Peachy.” Dean groaned. “How … why you here?” Each word strained his vocal cords, causing him to cough. The internal pull from each cough felt like daggers stabbing through his forehead from the inside out. The coughing, in turn, triggered painful clenching in his ribs that had his whole torso wracked in pain.
Cas looked down at his hands, suddenly nervous. “I’m so sorry about what happened, Dean… I didn’t know he followed me… I never wanted this to happen…”
“Cas,” Dean half whispered hoarsely. “Where’s Dotty?”
“She’s with my Dad,” Cas replied quickly, grimacing slightly. “I hope that’s okay? I didn’t… I didn’t know if you wanted me to call Sam or how long it would take him to get here. Bobby is here with us, he’s just giving a statement to the police, but I didn’t think you wanted her here. If you do… um, we can get her, I mean… I don’t know…”
“No… no, that’s good.” Dean coughed, stars swimming before his eyes. “Is she... is she okay?”
Cas looked down again and let his eyes fall closed. “She’s pretty scared… Bobby called an ambulance and you were unconscious when they had you on the stretcher. She kept screaming for you to wake up and no matter what Bobby said she wouldn’t believe him that you weren’t dead… I tried to talk to her, but she wanted nothing to do with me...”
“My Baby … I … I need to… Can you help me call her?” Dean asked concerned, and hoping Castiel would allow him to.
“Of course!” Cas moved quickly away from the bed, returning a few seconds later with Dean’s own cell phone. “I gave Dad mine…” He explained as his fingers worked on the screen. “Since we both have the iPhone…” He trailed off and a distinct sound played through the room. “Hey Dad,” he answered, smiling down at the phone. “Dean just woke up… Figured a little face-to-face phone call with Dot would be the best way to help calm her fears a little.”
Chuck could be heard moving around the house and the door of a room opening before he was calling for Dotty softly. Immediately the muffled whimpers of the child could be heard and Castiel held the phone out in front of Dean at the same time Chuck handed it to Dorothy.
“Daddy?” The little girl’s worried voice broke as she grasped the phone tightly, her eyes huge and wet as she stared at her father’s face on the small screen.
“Dotty! Hey… little bear. I miss you…” Dean smiled weakly at the screen. He didn’t have the strength to fight the single tear rolling down his cheek.
“Daddy!” the child cried harder, thick wet tears sliding down her cheeks. “Cas’ bad friend was hurting you! I was calling for you and you didn’t answer …and you didn’t get up! You told me you would always come when I called and you didn’t and… and… then they took you away and they wouldn’t let me go with you!” Dot’s words came in huge gasps, her entire body shaking with sobs.
“Princess … I know. I’m so sorry! I … I’m so sorry I didn’t answer you...” Dean croaked. He gave Cas a pained look and just formed the word ‘water’ with his lips.
Castiel reached his free hand towards the tray table hovering close by and returned with a cup of water with ice chips and pressed the straw to Dean’s lips.
Dot’s voice rang out again, “Come home, Daddy… when are you going to come home? Bobby went with you and Cas took me to his Daddy’s house… but I don’t want Cas’s Daddy… I want my Daddy!”
Dean took a sip and felt his throat relax slightly. He gave Cas a thankful smile before turning back to Dorothy, the tiny phone screen.
“I don’t know yet. I really want to be with you too, but I need you to be a good girl and stay with Cas’s Dad for now, okay? I’ll tell you as soon as I know when I’ll be coming home.”
“But… I want you now, Daddy!” Dot’s words came out mumbled, she was sobbing too hard to be clearly understood. Cas could hear his father trying to comfort the little one and his heart broke at the sound of her sobs, knowing full well that he was responsible for putting them there.
“I’m going to try and get her to eat something and get some sleep, Dean,” Chuck had taken the phone from the child, her cries were now muffled in his shirt. He gave Dean a small, sad smile. “I’ll take good care of her…I promise.”
“Thank you, Chuck. I wish I could be with her,” Dean sighed.
“She does too, Son.” Chuck replied and said his goodbyes before hanging up the phone.
As Cas hung up as well, Dean hung his head dismally refusing to look at him.
Castiel took the phone and put it on the side table within Dean’s reach. He cleared his throat once, trying to get Dean’s attention but failing. “I… They… um…they arrested Balthazar,” he stammered out after a moment, shifting on his feet again. “The police are going to want to get a statement from you and are going to ask if you if you want to press charges.”
Dean huffed a sarcastic chuckle, still refusing to meet Cas’s eyes. “Can I press charges because my daughter’s hurting? Because my daughter thought she’d lost her dad, her single parent? That’s ... that’s why I would press charges …”
Cas swallowed hard and looked around the room to find a visitor’s chair. He delayed a response by dragging it over slowly before sinking down into it. “I think you should press charges.” He said after a moment. “I know it won’t help the emotional hurt it caused Dorothy but… He assaulted you, Dean. You’re in the hospital.”
“Why? Why do you want me to press charges against your fiancé? Why are you actually even here? You got what you wanted. You got the papers and a goodbye kiss...” Dean swallowed roughly and reached for the water.
“He isn’t my fiancé anymore...” Cas replied, watching as Dean took a sip of the water, looking for any reaction on his bruised and battered face.
Dean set the cup down before he choked on the water. His eyes, filled with hundreds of questions, finally found only “ …Cas…?”.
“It was… kind of mutual?” Cas gave a soft laugh, shaking his head. “He had no right to do that to you Dean, no matter what he was feeling or thinking. I gave him his ring back and told him that we couldn’t continue and he agreed, with a few choice words… So… Single again, I guess.”
“I’m sorry … I guess.” Dean mumbled. “But … yeah …” Dean sipped some more water. “So, what you gonna’ do now?”
“That kind of depends,” Cas’s voice was barely a whisper and he searched Dean’s face, begging Dean to look at him.
Dean took another sip before he pushed the cup away and struggled against the pain to sit more upright, looking at Castiel as he did. “On what?”
“You,” Cas said simply, trying to give Dean a hopeful smile, but nerves threatened to choke him.
Dean drew in a cautious deep breath. He didn’t know what to say. His head was swimming with so many things he could say, ranging from ‘What the fuck?” to “I’ve always been yours” and anything in between. He decided the wisest move was to say nothing and simply allow Cas to say his piece.
“I meant what I said, Dean,” Cas’ voice was quiet and he shifted in the chair. “I never stopped loving you. I don’t know… I don’t know where this can go or if it will even work, but I want to try, Dean. I want to try so badly...” Castiel’s mouth was still open, ready to push when there was a knock on the hospital room door and Bobby stepped into the room.
“Dean, you’re awake!” he said, a relieved smile crossing his face.
Dean passed Castiel a look that told the other man they weren’t done yet, then turned to Bobby with a pained smile. “Bobby, hey. Please tell me they said I can go home and be with Dotty...” Dean looked at his friend hopefully.
“The Police want to take a statement first,” Bobby crossed the room and took Dean’s hand in his own, patting the back of it with a fond smile. “But then I’ll see about getting you out of here.”
“Friggin’ statement …Fine. Can I get that over with asap?” Dean sighed.
“I’ll show them in,” Bobby chuckled at him and turned back for the door. He slipped out and the room was silent again, the tension and awkwardness thick enough to cut with a knife. Cas cleared his throat again but before he could utter a word Bobby was back, pushing the door wide open.
Dean tried to sit up more, without disturbing the tubes too much. Cas almost moved to help him, but froze, uncertain.
“Dean, you know Officer Hanscum. And this is her partner Officer Hamilton.”
“Hey, Donna, how’s the Sierra these days?” Dean half smirked at Officer Hanscum.
“Running like a beaut’.” Donna Hanscum smiled at him, giving a soft laugh. “How about that little girl of yours? She doing okay?”
“Pretty upset ’bout all this, you know?” Dean sighed.
Donna gave him a small smile and nodded. “Let’s get this over with and get you home to her then, okay?”
“Yes, please.” Dean smiled at her gratefully.
“Do you want these gentlemen to step out for a few minutes?” Officer Hamilton stepped closer to the bed, intense brown eyes glancing between Castiel and Bobby before settling back on Dean.
“Um … I don’t know … “Dean thought about it for a second and then shook his head slightly. “No, I guess it’s okay if they stay.” he replied.
“Alright,” Donna smiled at him and took a notepad out of her pocket. Beside her, Officer Hamilton had a pad of paper and took position over the tray table, ready to write as well. “Alright, Dean, I need you to tell me in your own words exactly what happened, okay? I need you to be as detailed as possible.”
“I … I’m not sure I remember all the details, but okay... Well, I was at the salvage yard and I was talking to Castiel. And … uh … we … um … we kissed and then his fiancé - ex-fiancé - came from out of nowhere and started throwing punches.” Dean recalled.
“Did you see him coming up to you? Did he threaten you in any manner before he started throwing punches? Where did he hit you and did he say anything?” Donna pushed, jotting down notes in her pad while Hamilton was scribbling away on the sheet before him.
“No. I hadn’t seen him coming. I was kinda’ focused on Cas... and I don’t remember him saying anything, no threats … nothing. He just appeared and his fist connected with my face.”
Donna nodded once, pursing her lips in thought. “Any other details you want us to add? Anything else specific that you can remember?”
“He shoved Cas to the ground when he tried to pull the guy off me. And… even Dotty’s screams didn’t make him halt. That’s all... I’m sorry. I can’t remember much else… except his fists.”
“No, no that’s good.” Donna smiled at him and looked over her shoulder at Hamilton who was finishing up writing. “I need you to read this over, and if anything sounds wrong or off tell us so we can fix it. It’s really important that this is exactly how you want it.” She took the paper when Hamilton was done and handed it over to Dean to read.
Dean nodded at her and took the paper, reading what Officer Hamilton had made of his words, then handed it back. “It sounds about right to me.”
Donna took the page back and nodded at Hamilton. “Last question… We have Mr. Low in custody… Do you want to press charges for simple assault?”
“I’d rather press charges for traumatizing my daughter, but I guess that’s impossible.”
“Unfortunately not, though I wish there was…” Donna smiled knowingly.
“Then there’s no charges I want to press. I have no interest in dealing with him further.”
“Dean,” Cas leaned forward, speaking suddenly, his eyes showing his confusion. “He put you in the hospital…”
“I didn’t fight back, so it’s partly my fault. Cas … I just want him out of my life and my daughter’s, please. Those three days were enough.”
Cas nodded his head, letting his eyes fall to the floor.
"Alright, Dean, that's all we need for now." Donna said and patted his leg gently.
“Thank you, Donna. Thank you, Officer,” he nodded at both officers.
Bobby walked to the door with them and muttered a goodbye before shutting the door.
"Alright, Dean, let's see about getting you out of here," Bobby smiled and then looked over at Cas. "I could use your help, Castiel."
Cas nodded reluctantly and pushed out of the chair, throwing a look at Dean before slipping out of the room with Bobby.
Dean lay on the couch, Dorothy snuggled up to his side, fast asleep. Her tears had left streaks on her little dirt-smudged cheeks, which neither of them had yet bothered to wipe away.
Since he had given his statement, he hadn’t had a chance again to speak with Castiel alone. Bobby had been fussing over him the entire time and Castiel had seemed a bit distant.
Dean had insisted he’d be allowed to go home, to his own place, which had caused a lot of grumbling from Bobby, who repeated again and again, that Dean should come to his place so he could take care of him, make sure he didn’t pass out or the like. But finally he had given in to Dean’s wish to sleep in his own bed. So they had called Chuck and told him to meet them at Dean’s and bring Dorothy home to her Daddy.
Of course Bobby had stayed some more, to make sure Dean was settled alright for the night. Castiel though, had left with his father.
Dean glanced down at Dotty again, his heart breaking as he thought of how his tiny daughter had burst into tears the moment Chuck walked her through the front door. Pulling her hand free of Chuck’s she had launched herself into her Daddy’s arms. She had cried and cried against his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as if any moment he would be gone again. Now that she had finally fallen asleep? The fear on her features had relaxed at last and she was hopefully dreaming of sweet and happy things instead of remembering the scene she had seen earlier? Dean wanted nothing more than to let her sleep. He glanced over at the clock on the wall and sighed softly, knowing he should probably get Dorothy up and into her own bed and get to sleep himself.
Dean fumbled for his phone without waking his daughter, wincing as he switched it on and the bright light assaulted his eyes, momentarily blinding him. Once he had somehow gotten used to it, he chose text messages and typed.
Dean smiled lightly. Cas wanted to see him. After the other man’s slightly distant behavior earlier, this felt almost special. It didn’t sound as though he was simply doing it out of a sense of duty, as if Cas thought he had to come and help him. No, it sounded sincere. Though, of course, text messages were often open to interpretation, but Dean was almost sure he got it right.
| Chapter Thirteen |
Authors: islanderbib83 & pdlessard07 (pippin1983 & lotrspnfangirl)
Pairing: Destiel
Rating: R (may change)
Summary: Dean and Castiel get drunkenly married at 19. It's bold, it's rash, it's being young and in love. After Dean walked out, Castiel tried to move and after ten years, he's decided to marry again. The only thing standing in his way is his legal marriage. Dean, however, wants a second chance to prove that he's grown up, he's matured, but his love for Castiel has never changed.
Warnings/Spoilers: Angsty! Totally AU.
Beta(s): Huge thanks and hugs to oldbatj for working with us on this! Jude, you’re fantastic!
A/N: We own nothing! We are taking these characters and playing with them nicely. Our fic was based off of this prompt.. Bibi primarily wrote Dean and Dani primarily wrote Cas. Our eye banners are used to signify scene changes and not POV, even if they coincide. We just think the boys have pretty eyes <3
You can find Chapter One here.
You can find lotrspnfangirl fiction index here.
You can find pippin1983 fiction index here.
Dean winced. Everything ached or throbbed. His chest muscles and rib cage burned and clenched painfully as he tried to breathe, his eyelids felt swollen and as heavy as lead and refused to even crack open a small slit. Finally his hammering headache caused him to simply surrender to his beaten body’s exhaustion.
When he regained consciousness again, Dean felt sick and turned his head to the side, nausea rolling through him like a wave. He could hear the muffled beeping of a monitor, though it was a distant echo in his mind. He swallowed hard before taking a deep breath through his nose, exhaling slowly and hoping to push the nausea away with the additional air.
As his stomach calmed, he became aware of surroundings. He was lying on a bed -- a hospital bed, he imagined from the state of the scratchy sheets, thin blanket and firm mattress-- and he had some sort of wires and tubing connected to his left arm as well as attached to his right. He shifted, his entire body screaming out in protest as pain ripped through his side and his face throbbed. Above him he could hear the soft drip of the IV that slowly trickled into into his left arm, the steady coolness from the infusion sending a chill up his spine.
What the fuck…
Then he remembered… Castiel and his confession and his lips hot and warm against his own… Then Balthazar, his eyes angry and flashing as he came at Dean with fists and his hatred… Dot screaming out his name… The nausea returned.
His eyes flew open as he turned to the side again and retched, but nothing except some bile came up, leaving feeling even more nauseous. Dean winced sharply at the pain his sudden turn had caused to intensify. He let himself sink back into the mattress and the scratchy pillow.
“Do you need me to get a nurse?” Castiel whispered from off to the side of the bed, his voice breaking in through the fog in Dean’s head.
“Cas?” Dean croaked towards the ceiling, feeling too dizzy to dare turn his head again.
“Yeah, Dean… I’m here.” Cas took a step forward, standing at the side of the bed so Dean could see him without straining himself. “How… how are you feeling?”
“Peachy.” Dean groaned. “How … why you here?” Each word strained his vocal cords, causing him to cough. The internal pull from each cough felt like daggers stabbing through his forehead from the inside out. The coughing, in turn, triggered painful clenching in his ribs that had his whole torso wracked in pain.
Cas looked down at his hands, suddenly nervous. “I’m so sorry about what happened, Dean… I didn’t know he followed me… I never wanted this to happen…”
“Cas,” Dean half whispered hoarsely. “Where’s Dotty?”
“She’s with my Dad,” Cas replied quickly, grimacing slightly. “I hope that’s okay? I didn’t… I didn’t know if you wanted me to call Sam or how long it would take him to get here. Bobby is here with us, he’s just giving a statement to the police, but I didn’t think you wanted her here. If you do… um, we can get her, I mean… I don’t know…”
“No… no, that’s good.” Dean coughed, stars swimming before his eyes. “Is she... is she okay?”
Cas looked down again and let his eyes fall closed. “She’s pretty scared… Bobby called an ambulance and you were unconscious when they had you on the stretcher. She kept screaming for you to wake up and no matter what Bobby said she wouldn’t believe him that you weren’t dead… I tried to talk to her, but she wanted nothing to do with me...”
“My Baby … I … I need to… Can you help me call her?” Dean asked concerned, and hoping Castiel would allow him to.
“Of course!” Cas moved quickly away from the bed, returning a few seconds later with Dean’s own cell phone. “I gave Dad mine…” He explained as his fingers worked on the screen. “Since we both have the iPhone…” He trailed off and a distinct sound played through the room. “Hey Dad,” he answered, smiling down at the phone. “Dean just woke up… Figured a little face-to-face phone call with Dot would be the best way to help calm her fears a little.”
Chuck could be heard moving around the house and the door of a room opening before he was calling for Dotty softly. Immediately the muffled whimpers of the child could be heard and Castiel held the phone out in front of Dean at the same time Chuck handed it to Dorothy.
“Daddy?” The little girl’s worried voice broke as she grasped the phone tightly, her eyes huge and wet as she stared at her father’s face on the small screen.
“Dotty! Hey… little bear. I miss you…” Dean smiled weakly at the screen. He didn’t have the strength to fight the single tear rolling down his cheek.
“Daddy!” the child cried harder, thick wet tears sliding down her cheeks. “Cas’ bad friend was hurting you! I was calling for you and you didn’t answer …and you didn’t get up! You told me you would always come when I called and you didn’t and… and… then they took you away and they wouldn’t let me go with you!” Dot’s words came in huge gasps, her entire body shaking with sobs.
“Princess … I know. I’m so sorry! I … I’m so sorry I didn’t answer you...” Dean croaked. He gave Cas a pained look and just formed the word ‘water’ with his lips.
Castiel reached his free hand towards the tray table hovering close by and returned with a cup of water with ice chips and pressed the straw to Dean’s lips.
Dot’s voice rang out again, “Come home, Daddy… when are you going to come home? Bobby went with you and Cas took me to his Daddy’s house… but I don’t want Cas’s Daddy… I want my Daddy!”
Dean took a sip and felt his throat relax slightly. He gave Cas a thankful smile before turning back to Dorothy, the tiny phone screen.
“I don’t know yet. I really want to be with you too, but I need you to be a good girl and stay with Cas’s Dad for now, okay? I’ll tell you as soon as I know when I’ll be coming home.”
“But… I want you now, Daddy!” Dot’s words came out mumbled, she was sobbing too hard to be clearly understood. Cas could hear his father trying to comfort the little one and his heart broke at the sound of her sobs, knowing full well that he was responsible for putting them there.
“I’m going to try and get her to eat something and get some sleep, Dean,” Chuck had taken the phone from the child, her cries were now muffled in his shirt. He gave Dean a small, sad smile. “I’ll take good care of her…I promise.”
“Thank you, Chuck. I wish I could be with her,” Dean sighed.
“She does too, Son.” Chuck replied and said his goodbyes before hanging up the phone.
As Cas hung up as well, Dean hung his head dismally refusing to look at him.
Castiel took the phone and put it on the side table within Dean’s reach. He cleared his throat once, trying to get Dean’s attention but failing. “I… They… um…they arrested Balthazar,” he stammered out after a moment, shifting on his feet again. “The police are going to want to get a statement from you and are going to ask if you if you want to press charges.”
Dean huffed a sarcastic chuckle, still refusing to meet Cas’s eyes. “Can I press charges because my daughter’s hurting? Because my daughter thought she’d lost her dad, her single parent? That’s ... that’s why I would press charges …”
Cas swallowed hard and looked around the room to find a visitor’s chair. He delayed a response by dragging it over slowly before sinking down into it. “I think you should press charges.” He said after a moment. “I know it won’t help the emotional hurt it caused Dorothy but… He assaulted you, Dean. You’re in the hospital.”
“Why? Why do you want me to press charges against your fiancé? Why are you actually even here? You got what you wanted. You got the papers and a goodbye kiss...” Dean swallowed roughly and reached for the water.
“He isn’t my fiancé anymore...” Cas replied, watching as Dean took a sip of the water, looking for any reaction on his bruised and battered face.
Dean set the cup down before he choked on the water. His eyes, filled with hundreds of questions, finally found only “ …Cas…?”.
“It was… kind of mutual?” Cas gave a soft laugh, shaking his head. “He had no right to do that to you Dean, no matter what he was feeling or thinking. I gave him his ring back and told him that we couldn’t continue and he agreed, with a few choice words… So… Single again, I guess.”
“I’m sorry … I guess.” Dean mumbled. “But … yeah …” Dean sipped some more water. “So, what you gonna’ do now?”
“That kind of depends,” Cas’s voice was barely a whisper and he searched Dean’s face, begging Dean to look at him.
Dean took another sip before he pushed the cup away and struggled against the pain to sit more upright, looking at Castiel as he did. “On what?”
“You,” Cas said simply, trying to give Dean a hopeful smile, but nerves threatened to choke him.
Dean drew in a cautious deep breath. He didn’t know what to say. His head was swimming with so many things he could say, ranging from ‘What the fuck?” to “I’ve always been yours” and anything in between. He decided the wisest move was to say nothing and simply allow Cas to say his piece.
“I meant what I said, Dean,” Cas’ voice was quiet and he shifted in the chair. “I never stopped loving you. I don’t know… I don’t know where this can go or if it will even work, but I want to try, Dean. I want to try so badly...” Castiel’s mouth was still open, ready to push when there was a knock on the hospital room door and Bobby stepped into the room.
“Dean, you’re awake!” he said, a relieved smile crossing his face.
Dean passed Castiel a look that told the other man they weren’t done yet, then turned to Bobby with a pained smile. “Bobby, hey. Please tell me they said I can go home and be with Dotty...” Dean looked at his friend hopefully.
“The Police want to take a statement first,” Bobby crossed the room and took Dean’s hand in his own, patting the back of it with a fond smile. “But then I’ll see about getting you out of here.”
“Friggin’ statement …Fine. Can I get that over with asap?” Dean sighed.
“I’ll show them in,” Bobby chuckled at him and turned back for the door. He slipped out and the room was silent again, the tension and awkwardness thick enough to cut with a knife. Cas cleared his throat again but before he could utter a word Bobby was back, pushing the door wide open.
Dean tried to sit up more, without disturbing the tubes too much. Cas almost moved to help him, but froze, uncertain.
“Dean, you know Officer Hanscum. And this is her partner Officer Hamilton.”
“Hey, Donna, how’s the Sierra these days?” Dean half smirked at Officer Hanscum.
“Running like a beaut’.” Donna Hanscum smiled at him, giving a soft laugh. “How about that little girl of yours? She doing okay?”
“Pretty upset ’bout all this, you know?” Dean sighed.
Donna gave him a small smile and nodded. “Let’s get this over with and get you home to her then, okay?”
“Yes, please.” Dean smiled at her gratefully.
“Do you want these gentlemen to step out for a few minutes?” Officer Hamilton stepped closer to the bed, intense brown eyes glancing between Castiel and Bobby before settling back on Dean.
“Um … I don’t know … “Dean thought about it for a second and then shook his head slightly. “No, I guess it’s okay if they stay.” he replied.
“Alright,” Donna smiled at him and took a notepad out of her pocket. Beside her, Officer Hamilton had a pad of paper and took position over the tray table, ready to write as well. “Alright, Dean, I need you to tell me in your own words exactly what happened, okay? I need you to be as detailed as possible.”
“I … I’m not sure I remember all the details, but okay... Well, I was at the salvage yard and I was talking to Castiel. And … uh … we … um … we kissed and then his fiancé - ex-fiancé - came from out of nowhere and started throwing punches.” Dean recalled.
“Did you see him coming up to you? Did he threaten you in any manner before he started throwing punches? Where did he hit you and did he say anything?” Donna pushed, jotting down notes in her pad while Hamilton was scribbling away on the sheet before him.
“No. I hadn’t seen him coming. I was kinda’ focused on Cas... and I don’t remember him saying anything, no threats … nothing. He just appeared and his fist connected with my face.”
Donna nodded once, pursing her lips in thought. “Any other details you want us to add? Anything else specific that you can remember?”
“He shoved Cas to the ground when he tried to pull the guy off me. And… even Dotty’s screams didn’t make him halt. That’s all... I’m sorry. I can’t remember much else… except his fists.”
“No, no that’s good.” Donna smiled at him and looked over her shoulder at Hamilton who was finishing up writing. “I need you to read this over, and if anything sounds wrong or off tell us so we can fix it. It’s really important that this is exactly how you want it.” She took the paper when Hamilton was done and handed it over to Dean to read.
Dean nodded at her and took the paper, reading what Officer Hamilton had made of his words, then handed it back. “It sounds about right to me.”
Donna took the page back and nodded at Hamilton. “Last question… We have Mr. Low in custody… Do you want to press charges for simple assault?”
“I’d rather press charges for traumatizing my daughter, but I guess that’s impossible.”
“Unfortunately not, though I wish there was…” Donna smiled knowingly.
“Then there’s no charges I want to press. I have no interest in dealing with him further.”
“Dean,” Cas leaned forward, speaking suddenly, his eyes showing his confusion. “He put you in the hospital…”
“I didn’t fight back, so it’s partly my fault. Cas … I just want him out of my life and my daughter’s, please. Those three days were enough.”
Cas nodded his head, letting his eyes fall to the floor.
"Alright, Dean, that's all we need for now." Donna said and patted his leg gently.
“Thank you, Donna. Thank you, Officer,” he nodded at both officers.
Bobby walked to the door with them and muttered a goodbye before shutting the door.
"Alright, Dean, let's see about getting you out of here," Bobby smiled and then looked over at Cas. "I could use your help, Castiel."
Cas nodded reluctantly and pushed out of the chair, throwing a look at Dean before slipping out of the room with Bobby.
Dean lay on the couch, Dorothy snuggled up to his side, fast asleep. Her tears had left streaks on her little dirt-smudged cheeks, which neither of them had yet bothered to wipe away.
Since he had given his statement, he hadn’t had a chance again to speak with Castiel alone. Bobby had been fussing over him the entire time and Castiel had seemed a bit distant.
Dean had insisted he’d be allowed to go home, to his own place, which had caused a lot of grumbling from Bobby, who repeated again and again, that Dean should come to his place so he could take care of him, make sure he didn’t pass out or the like. But finally he had given in to Dean’s wish to sleep in his own bed. So they had called Chuck and told him to meet them at Dean’s and bring Dorothy home to her Daddy.
Of course Bobby had stayed some more, to make sure Dean was settled alright for the night. Castiel though, had left with his father.
Dean glanced down at Dotty again, his heart breaking as he thought of how his tiny daughter had burst into tears the moment Chuck walked her through the front door. Pulling her hand free of Chuck’s she had launched herself into her Daddy’s arms. She had cried and cried against his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as if any moment he would be gone again. Now that she had finally fallen asleep? The fear on her features had relaxed at last and she was hopefully dreaming of sweet and happy things instead of remembering the scene she had seen earlier? Dean wanted nothing more than to let her sleep. He glanced over at the clock on the wall and sighed softly, knowing he should probably get Dorothy up and into her own bed and get to sleep himself.
Dean fumbled for his phone without waking his daughter, wincing as he switched it on and the bright light assaulted his eyes, momentarily blinding him. Once he had somehow gotten used to it, he chose text messages and typed.
Dean smiled lightly. Cas wanted to see him. After the other man’s slightly distant behavior earlier, this felt almost special. It didn’t sound as though he was simply doing it out of a sense of duty, as if Cas thought he had to come and help him. No, it sounded sincere. Though, of course, text messages were often open to interpretation, but Dean was almost sure he got it right.
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