His Fallen Grace

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Whoa, what the hell--?!" Sam exclaimed. Dean slammed the door behind he and Cas, Sam nearly knocking his beer of the table as he jumped to his feet. He steadied it with a hand, looking between Dean and Cas, squinting at Cas's black eye and bloodied lip.

"You found him? What the hell happened?! Was it the angels--?!"

"We need a moment," Dean barked.

Sam looked to Cas before starting for the door.

"I'll... Go get you some ice."

It was silent after Sam left. Who knows how long they stood there. It couldn't have been for but a few minutes, but it felt more like an eternity.

"Sit," Dean finally said. Cas obeyed, seating himself on the corner of one of the two beds. He couldn't bring himself to look up at Dean who was pacing back and forth. He stopped in front of Cas, letting out a sharp breath before turning towards him.

"You stupid son of bitch. What the hell were you thinking?"

Dean's voice cracked as he hissed. Cas didn't say a word, keeping his eyes fixed on the patterned carpet.

"Do you have any idea what this did to me? You could've died! I thought you were dead, Cas! You didn't call, you didn't--"

He grabbed the lamp from the table, the cord ripped from the outlet as Dean threw it across the room. Cas flinched as it made impact against the wall with a loud crack but didn't look up. He couldn't.

The only sound was Dean's shaky breathing and the ticking of the clock. Cas sat still, holding his breath.

"You... Can hit me again, if it'll make you feel better."

Dean was quiet, pacing again, rubbing his temple. He came to a stop before Cas, saying softly,

"C'mere."

Cas arose from his seat, eyes remaining glued to the floor, not budging.

"If you're going to, um... Could you avoid my eyes this time?"

"I'm not going to hit you, Cas. C'mere."

Cas stepped towards him, slightly peering up. Dean slowly wrapped his arms around him, pressing his face into the crook of Cas's neck, Cas rubbing Dean's back softly.

"Don't you ever leave me again, Cas. Please."

"I'm sorry, Dean. I'm sorry."

"I know."

***

Cas presses the bag of ice again his swollen eye as Dean wiped the blood from his lip with a rag, Sam watching them from the table.

"So you think the angels...?"

"I'm positive," Cas sighed, readjusting the ice. "They're on my trail."

"Then we gotta haul ass outta here," Dean interjected, throwing the dirtied towel into the laundry bin. Cas's good blue eye flicked up to him, Cas pursing his lips.

"They're on my trail, Dean. What if they follow us?"

"Dammit Cas, we're leaving."

"I'm trying to protect you, Dean. Both of you!"

"We can handle ourselves, Cas."

"Alright, that's enough," interrupted Sam, pushing himself up and out of his chair. "He's right Cas, we can't stay here."

Cas gave them both a look before getting up himself.

"Fine. Let's go."

***I had to force myself to write this. Idk why but I've been getting really tired lately?¿ It sucks. FYI, I start school next Wednesday. Just a heads up, because I don't know if I'll be able to update as much. :[***