.Call My Name (English Trans)

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co-translator :

[Colton]

After returning with a shoulder injury, I never thought that what I would receive from Castiel would be a punch on one of my cheeks. My soulmate hit's me so hard that even my mouth cracked a little.

Yeah ... he hit me.

When I got back to my apartment, I intended to rest for a few days and then go and look for Cas, but ...what do you think?

My dearest soulmate came to see me by himself. To be honest, that didn't surprise me at all, because when I got shot, I could feel Castiel's shock and concern. Well, he probably felt the pain from my shot too. And it's easy to guess that he knew that it must have hurt me. But I never believed that he was capable of, just like that, punching me in the face and hurting me. The moment I opened the door of my house, to welcome Castiel .... there he was, my face immediately turned from the force of the fist that was thrown against my cheek.

-BOOM!-

"Oh!".

"Colton, you fucking bastard!" the punch was followed by that scream, before my body was pushed back into the room. Holding my arm, Castiel dragged me to sit on the couch.

"What it is about Castiel?"... I asked innocently. In any case, I also have something I would like to talk to him about, because before I was shot I could feel his excitement and shock, so I want to know what it is. What had happened in my absence and at that precise moment, that made him put himself in that state. But I'll leave that for later, now the issue to be addressed is: 'Why has he hit me?'

"I'll give you another punch, how good are you, bastard?"... Castiel cursed.

"So, can you tell me what I did wrong?" I asked, before letting out a soft groan of pain from the gunshot wound, even if I'm just being sarcastic ... my shoulder hurts.

Castiel's expression softened when he saw my expression of pain. He let out a long breath. He brushed back the hair that covered his face, letting his eyes widen to look at me and there he stood, staring for a while, before sitting down next to me. Gray eyes roamed over my body as if checking to see if I had any more injuries. But since he didn't find any other, he turned to meet my eyes and asked in a dark voice: "Do you have something to tell me?"

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, looking at the other in disbelief.

"Aren't you keeping a secret from me?"

I stood still... staring into the eyes of my stubborn soulmate. Then the only secret I was keeping from him popped into my head. He already knew?

I wanted to ask, but my mouth felt like it was being pressed down by something really heavy. Castiel's look seemed to have frozen me at that moment.

"What do you know?" I asked instead of answering.

"When you answer me like that, that just means you're really keeping something from me."

I frowned, not knowing if the other party already knows or not: "Cas, do you know something?"

"So what do you think I know?"

This time I chose not to answer, because it seems that he and I want to test each other, playing an endless game of twenty questions to see who can't stand it and confess first. We sat together in endless silence, putting pressure on each other. Would a stubborn man like my soulmate give up easily? In the end ... I was the one who gave in to him ... again.

I sighed: "Okay ... I give up."

"Say it".

When he saw that I raised my hand as a white flag, Castiel's face improved. I felt that the one who knew he was the winner and how I felt that again because I wanted to hit him back.