Something (Destiel)

9.

WARNING: CHEESY ALERT

don't want to leave her now

Cas waited anxiously for Dean's text message saying that he had finally arrived. He had dressed slightly differently than usual; he rolled up the sleeves of his usual white button up with some of the buttons unbuttoned at the top without the usual dark blue tie. His hair was a tad messier than usual in what he hoped would be more sexy than "I just got out of bed" looking.

When the message finally came, Cas grabbed a jacket, bolted out his window, and climbed over the fence and ignored the awful throbbing in his ribs. He saw Dean's Impala parked on the street and his throat and chest swelled. He could see every expression on Dean's face starting with joy, to confusion, to concern.

Cas sighed and got into the passenger seat.

Dean grabbed Cas's face and kissed his deeply, slipping his finger's in Cas's hair and gently moving his thumb back and forth across Cas's cheek. Then he pulled away and glared at him.

"What the hell happened?"

Cas ran a hand through his hair, trying to process what had just happened. He took a deep breath and told Dean the whole story. He deserved that much at least. Dean looked like he was about to cry.

"This is all my fault." He whispered.

Cas shook his head and grabbed Dean's hands, squeezing them tightly. "No, it's not your fault. None of it is your fault."

"Did they pull a knife on you?" Dean asked, carefully running his thumb over the scar on Cas's throat.

This caught Cas off guard. He had been trying to forget about everything that had happened that night. His throat closed up and he could barely breathe. Dean seemed to notice. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Cas... You're scaring me. What the fuck happened?"

"Dean... I... A girl..." he couldn't say it. He burst into tears. Without thinking twice, Dean pulled Cas to his chest and rocked him back and forth.

"Sh... Baby, it's okay... I'm here, you're safe now. It's okay." He whispered soothingly, rubbing Cas's back and playing with his hair.

Cas breathed Dean in and slowly started to calm down. "She... At the party she... P-Pulled a knife on me and made me... Do things... And..."

Dean pulled away a little and cupped Cas's face gently, wiping away his tears with his thumbs. "What did she make you do?" Cas could tell that Dean was trying to be soothing and kind, but the anger and need for revenge leaked into his voice. Cas couldn't decide if he wanted revenge or not.

Cas shook his head and looked down. "I'm a boy, it's impossible. I'm... I'm a terrible boyfriend. Dean, I-I'm sorry." He started crying again.

"Did she rape you?"

"No, girls can't rape guys, Dean. I-I deserved it."

"Hey!" Dean's voice rose, making Cas jump a little and look back up at him. "That isn't true. What she did to you doesn't make you weak. You didn't deserve any of that, you hear me? You are the most amazing person I know and I would die for you. Okay? I would do anything for you. Did you want what she did to you?"

Cas hesitantly shook his head.

"Then she raped you. C'mere." Dean pulled Cas close again. "And it wasn't your fault. You didn't deserve it. She's a bitch and I won't let anything like that ever happen to you again. Okay?"