Wild is the Wind

Cause You're Mine

If you are reading this thanks a bunch!! I can't let you here the song for this chapter because YouTube sucks but it would be I put a spell on you by Nina Simone.

Well without further delay enjoy!!

Castiel

I sat against the window of his car as Dean drove wildly.

"Nice car," I commented trying to ease his anger a bit.

"Yeah my baby is, 1967 Chevy Impala." Dean smiled, it was beautiful.

I mean, platonically speaking. Though I had heard Dean say he was gay, which left me confused as well. Not that I was looking for, I mean I'm with Dolan.

I shuddered as I though his name.

"Cas, can I call you that?"

As long as it's no blue bird. "Yes, Cas is fine."

"He wasn't drunk was he."

How would he know? I had just met him and now he was questioning me.

"What are you a cop?"
I said with annoyance heavily in my tone.

"Sheesh, no reason to get all defensive. Maybe I'm just worried about you."

I was silent, I had been a bit harsh but wouldn't admit so. Not to this stranger. Okay acquaintance.

"Can we listen to some music?"

"I guess, what do you like to listen to?"

I blushed hotly, he would think I was some type of damsel in distress for sure now.
"Jazz."

"Well it would please you to know I have some records at my apartment."

Huh. Dean didn't look like your kind of guy to like anything like that.

"What artist," I questioned further.

"Ella Fitzgerald."

I smiled then, even though it hurt my cheek.

Dean
I found myself suddenly becoming nervous as I turned the key I the lock. Cas was beautiful, and this time I wasn't just talking about his ass.(I hadn't really had a chance to look)

It was his eyes. Fear stricken and just beautifully innocent.

"Sorry it's a bit of a mess." I sat him down on the grey love seat.
I straightened the rug on the wooden floor and turned on the floor lamp with the light blue shade.

Once I had turned on a record I sat down to examine the damage.

"Wow, did this Dolan guy have on a ring when he punched you?" I asked, it was still wet with blood.

"Yes, and if that's your way of asking if I'm married, no I am not-"

"No I wasn't trying to do anything." I said with a grin. "That's probably going to need stitches."

"I can't go to the hospital." Cas's eyes widened in fear. I put my hand on his arm.

"It's okay I can sew it up you will just have to let me."

Cas nodded and relaxed a little. The song misty by Ella Fitzgerald played in the background. As his lids went closed he began to hum to the song.

Beautiful

"Well thank you." He spoke.

"For what." I replied as I numbed his face.

"Calling me beautiful."

I must have said that out loud. He looked at me, I at him.  I then continued to fix up his cheek.

That's when the door was kicked in and I was at the end of a gun.

"Get your hands off him!"

Castiel

"Dolan, sweet heart put down the gun."

His eyes were watering and mine started to as well.

"Dolan lets just go home, I'll do anything you want it's going to be okay just like you want. "

Dean nudged me and I shot him a look. The last thing I want was him getting killed over me.
I didn't want to go home with Dolan right now, I knew what would happen and what I would have to do. I care to much. I was feeling things for this man I had just met, and the other man holding a gun.

"Okay babe. Let's go home." He said in a small voice.

I shot Dean a grateful look and walked out of the apartment, leaving happiness behind.

"You belong to me you get that right."

"Yes sweetheart I get it."

"I never want another mans hands on you again you understand me you slut."

I cringed at that word and stared out the window.

"Yes M-Mr. Hughes."

...

He had beat me again, then we had sex as he apologized again and again. After that I lay awake in bed, him on the other side.

My body ached, I was confused and hurt. I let myself feel all of that now, tears stinging more open gashes on my face.
If I had been with Dean something tells me he would never treat me this way.

I could almost imagine me and Dean. Though I couldn't think like that not ever. Dean wasn't some savior of my hot mess. He wasn't going to throw pebbles at my window and take me away from here.

I cried a little harder.

That's when the tapping on the window started.

I was only half surprised to see Dean on the other side.

When I opened the window his first comment was, "For a guy who had the shit beat out of him, you look pretty hot."

I noticed my sheet, just a sheet wrapped around my unclothed form. Nice Castiel, really nice.

"Like I said, you could at least buy me dinner first."

"If that's what you want."

In my mind I silently answered.

It is.