Hidden Feelings (Destiel AU) (DISCONTINUED)

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*Castiels POV*

I hear jingling bells hit the door frame as I push open my local bars' door. I sit at a table away from all of the commotion. I don't need a visit to the ER today - again. I look down at my sprained ankle at the thought of it. It hurts like hell.

I sit there, looking around for the one hundredth time. I see tall males hitting on whatever looks good. I almost gag at the site of it. Men were always disgusting. Sure, I am one but things are different for me. Work before girls.

A waiter comes to my table, asking what I want. I order a tall glass of beer. Whatever they have on tap. I am a simple person, never asking for anything you can simplify. My waiter comes back and sets the glass in front of me. I sip some, trying not to spill it.

After about thirty minutes I finish my second glass and stand to pay. I get pushed back by a tall, bulky man. He ran into me, not even saying sorry. A table falls and I know what happens next. The sound of flesh hits flesh and I, for some reason, stay to watch. A few punches later a skinny, brown hair guy is on the ground. I stare in shock as I run over to him. I flip him onto his back, feeling for a pulse. A slow beating pressure hits my finger tips. I internally sigh in relief as I sit him up. A bottle is thrown and lands right next to his head. Shards go everywhere, I didn't get hurt, but he sure did. As if on instinct, I throw my arms under the stranger and pick him up. I run out the door, without paying. He wakes up a little, reminding me I don't know this dude. I pray to Our Father he won't hurt me. I open my Prius' back door and slide him in.

He doesn't protest as I climb in the driver side door. I don't know where im am taking this guy I think. I go to the only place I can think of.

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I go to my trunk and pull out a first aid. Moans escape from my back seat when I pull the door open.

"Sit up, " I say quietly. Another groan escaped as he sat up, holding his head. I slide in, closing the door. "Look at me, " I demanded unharshly.

He does so, eyes closed. "Who are you?" he asks softly, "Do I know you? "

I am silent while I get my disinfectent cloths out. "My name is Castiel, the one who saved your ass tonight."

He nods and winces as I pat the bleeding wounds on his face.

"Thanks Castiel. I'm Dean Winchester. The ass you saved tonight," he said, smiling. I smiled back, knowing he couldn't see me.

"Can you turn the lights off? My head is killing me."

"I can't sorry. I need them." He nods and slumps his shoulders. I take gauze and dab the wounds again. "Do you mind holding this?" I said, putting slight pressure on the one I wanted him to hold. He lifts his bloody hand to the gauze.

"Why are you helping me? You don't know me... right? "

I think about this, why did I help him? "I guess I'm just a nice guy. " I reply.

"Well, thanks. I would have ended up at the P. D. And we know that would be bad."

"Yeah." I press gauze to the last cut of his cheek. For once I noticed his freckles, I smile at that. I take my other hand, pulling on Dean's to tell him he can take his gauze away.

He takes the gauze away from his face, looking at it in his lap. He looks up at me, eyes open. I see his bright green eyes and my heart faulters for a second. I never noticed how... pretty - no he isn't pretty Cas. You cannot like him. Not after all those years. I realise I was staring and look back into my kit. I take more gauze and wrap for his hands. He chuckles as I do this.