Cutest Couple

Chapter 9

Dean's POV

Dean walked up to Cas, approaching him from behind, and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Hello, Dean." Castiel murmured turning in Dean's arms to give him a smile. Cas had on a blue sweater and yellow shirt with a blue tie hanging loosely around the collar of his shirt.

"Hiya, Cas." He answered grinning. Castiel looked up at him.

"Did you get taller overnight?" Castiel asked. Dean nodded and Castiel frowned. "Hm, I liked being taller." He said with an air of playfulness. "I suppose it makes for better hugs, though." He wrapped his arms around Dean's middle and hugged him tightly.

Dean laughed, and squeezed Castiel softly. "How was your night?" He questioned closing Castiel's locker as soon as Cas had grabbed his notebook for second period - student government.

"It could have been worse." Cas said grasping Dean's hand gently. Dean glanced down at him.

"What happened?"

"My family is very... dysfunctional, thats all."

"Do I need to kick someone's ass?"

"No, Dean." Cas chuckled. Dean stopped and turned Cas so that he faced him head on.

"I'm serious, Angel." Dean said, lowering his voice.

"It's okay, stuff just happens sometimes." Cas smiled back at him. Dean couldn't figure out how or why he was so happy.

"Was it him?"

"Who?"

"Michael."

Castiel froze and his smile vanished. "I--"

"I saw what he did to you the other day. When I dropped you off, after you kisse-"

"Stop talking, Dean." Castiel interrupted.

"Why? Because you don't like what I have to say, or because it's true?" Dean whispered pushing Cas toward the lockers to keep their conversation private.

"Follow me." Cas said.

"Don't change the subject." Dean warned without menace.

"I'll tell you everything." Cas muttered. He turned around and pulled Dean behind him. Castiel led Dean outside under the bleachers. Dean sat down and Cas sat across from him, facing him. He took off his vest and then his tie before starting to unbutton his shirt.

"Woah, uh, Cas. Why are you uneressing?" Castiel didn't answer, he just pulled his shirt back and then Dean knew why. "Oh my God." Dean murmured under his breath. He reached out a hand and delicately brushed his fingers over Castiel's chest. Cas held his breath.

Bruises swelled his skin. Red mean scars stared out at Dean, and black bruises spilled onto deep cuts. "I shouldn't have shown you this." Cas muttered buttoning up his shirt at lightning speed.

"Cas, what-- who did this?" Dean asked firmly. Cas looked up at him.

"Mostly Michael." Castiel answered quietly.

"Who else?" Dean questioned. Cas looked down again redoing his tie. "Cas?" Castiel pulled his vest on over his head and stood up. "Cas, who else did th--"

"Me! I did it." Castiel snapped. He looked down and sniffed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you." Cas muttered.

Dean pulled him into a gentle hug and kissed the top of his head. "That's really not what I'm worried about, Angel."

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Castiel's POV

Castiel sat next to Charlie and Jo and Dean's family at the football game that day. Dean had asked him to go when he found out Cas had only been to two football games that year. Jo was getting really into the game and both he and Charlie were incredibly bored. Dean's mom, a beautiful woman named Mary, was making polite conversation with him, not really knowing his relationship with Dean. Sam, Dean's very cool and very sweet little brother was reading. And John, his dad, was watching the game with a sharp gaze clapping and cheering, "That's my boy!" whenever Dean did something good. Which going by the roar of the crowd and his father's excitement, happened often.