mr. perfect

xii) stalling at three am

There were more dates, more time passed. Two weeks, everything was great. Cas thought he was beginning to fall in love, which was so stupid. Of course his first crush was going to be his first love. 

But he got a call at three am. It was Dean. 

"Cas, please. Can you pick Sammy up? Please, please." His voice was shaky and sounded like there was tears, and Cas heart instantly shattered. 

"Where is he? Where are you?" Cas rushed to put on his trenchcoat and grabbed his keys. 

Dean told him and Cas hung up. Whatever it was, Cas would do it. It sounded like Dean was in pain. 

Cas might've went over the speed limit a bit, but eventually he made it to an old dark house and knocked on the door. He wondered what was wrong, what had happened. He'd pick up Sammy and bring him to his dorm, just like Dean told him to. He'd also get Dean and then they'd be alright. 

When he opened the door, the first thing he expected was definitely not a punch square to the jaw like he did. Cas fell back onto the gravel and looked up to see what hit him. 

"Who the hell are you?" The man yelled gruffly, storming beside Cas. "What are you doing here!"

"M-My name is C-Castiel. Please d-don't hurt me," Cas whimpered. His jaw must've been dislocated. He got up slowly. 

"I said, boy, what are you doing here," the man rumbled, fisting the front of his trenchcoat and lifting Cas slightly.

"I--I'm here to p-pick up Sam," he said, scared. Was this their father? 

"Why the hell would you want Sam?" The man pushed Castiel against the wall of their house. 

"He--he," Cas saw out of the corner of his eye, Sam, with a baseball bat, walking slowly towards them. "He didn't tell you?" Cas asked, stalling for time. 

The man furrowed and pushed Cas further into the wall. "Tell me what!" 

"Th-that um, he, uh--" 

"Spit it out!" 

Just then there was a loud crack as the baseball bat smacked the side of the man's head and the man was knocked unconscious, slumping against the side of the ground. Sam grabbed Castiel's hand and screamed at him to run. 

Castiels' heart was beating erratically, his lungs stuck in his thoat. His jaw was throbbing and he saw Sam with a black eye. 

He quickly got in the car and started the engine, and drove off.