Take The Heart I Never Wanted to Give

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<i>"Cas?"</i>

Castiel squinted at the blurry man in front him, the impact of hitting the ground making his head swim dangerously. Castiel shook his head again, trying to clear the fogginess to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks again. When he opened his eyes again, he was met with stunning green orbs.

"Dean..." Castiel breathed out, several emotions overtaking him at once. Relief, fear, happiness all jumbled together as one.

"Dean." Castiel said more firmly, standing up on shaky legs. Dean attempted to do the same, stumbling hurriedly towards Castiel.

Castiel reached Dean first and tightly wrapped his arms around his battered body. Dean collapsed forward into Castiel's arms, clutching onto him just as tightly as Castiel was.

"Cas I—" Dean stopped, his voice catching in his throat, hot tears running silently down his face.

"Shh. Shh. I got you," Castiel said, carding his fingers gently through Dean's hair, "I got you. I said I would. I promised I would. Let's go sit down for a minute, okay?"

Dean continued to cry silently into Castiel's shoulder, allowing Cas to lead him to a semi-comfortable place on the ground. Castiel sat down on a fallen tree trunk with Dean still in his arms, rubbing his back and rocking him soothingly back and forth. Eventually Dean pulled back to try and wipe his eyes, but refrained when the handcuffs cut into his wrists.

Castiel lifted his own hands, letting them rest on Dean's cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away the remainder of tears on Dean's face,

"Are you okay?" Castiel asked him gently.

Dean didn't meet Castiel's eyes, his emerald eyes trained firmly to the ground.

"Dean?" Castiel asked, concern beginning to lace his voice.

"No," Came Dean's soft reply looking up at Cas, "I'm...I'm not okay. My foot and leg hurt really badly, these handcuffs are cutting into my wrists, Alastair...he...he..." He trailed off after that, letting his eyes drop back to the ground

Castiel tried not to show his anger at the mention of that bastard's name, he didn't need to scare Dean further, so he swallowed his anger and replaced it with calmness, "Dean, did he..." Castiel couldn't even say the words, the idea of them angering him further.

Dean knew what Castiel was asking, he shook his head firmly, his eyes shifting upward so he could look at Castiel again, "No. Not...not all the way. He...he made me..." The words died on his tongue, his hands coming up instead to make a lewd motion of a blowjob. Castiel nodded in understanding, hot fury beginning to boil in his stomach, but he suppressed in order to help Dean without hurting him further,

"He got close," Dean continued his hands shaking lightly, eyes trained back firmly to the ground, "God, he got so close, Cas. He...he almost--"

"Hey," Cas said briskly, his hands coming up to gently grasp Dean's damp cheeks, "He didn't okay? You fought him off. That bastard is never going to lay his hands on you again. Not so long as I'm still breathing."

Dean nodded, a small smile gracing his lips, "Thank you, Cas. So much,"

Castiel smiled back and stroked a thumb over Dean's stubbled cheek, "You're welcome, Dean." He allowed his hands to drop from Dean's cheeks and instead let them rest on his knee, "Can I see your foot and leg?"

Dean nodded and gingerly lifted his injured right leg. Castiel unwrapped the torn piece of cloth from Dean's foot to examine it. He gingerly touched the cut with the back of his hand, making Dean flinch instinctively.