Ink and Roses

Black and blue

~Emily~
My jam session came to an end when Cas came in, shutting my music off and telling me to keep it down.
"What's wrong Novak?" I asked, walking over to my door as he left. He looked into his room, and I saw him sitting there, head in his hands
"Is that..?" I whispered to him, he nodded walking into the room and closing the door a little.
Curiosity got the best of me, and i listened in
"Who did this?" Cas asked
"I-I..nobody" Dean shakily answered
"Dean, you can tell me." I could see Cas's arm reaching out to Dean
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Castiel sat there, rubbing Deans back carefully, not sure where he was hurt.
Through a whisper he asked,
"Dean, could i see where you're hurt?"
All Dean did was stand up, trying to take shit shirt off, but failing to reach it past his bellybutton
"Can I help?" Cas stood up, grabbing the hem of his shirt. Dean nodded and Cas began to remove the shirt, carefully pulling it over his head and placing it on his chair.
Cas let out a gasp as he could see bruises over Dean's stomach and ribs, they were also framing his arms and his shoulders.
Castiel extended an arm, brushing over the bruises carefully.
Dean jumped away when Cas reached his ribs
"Did i hurt you more?" A worried an sad look coming over Castiels face
"M-my ribs, i think they're broken" Dean said, struggling to talk now
"When did this happen? It would have to be last night right?"
"Yeah, on my way home..." Dean tried to cover the harsh brown and purple on his stomach
"Who did this to you?" He asked Dean
"I-i... Nobody" dean stammered. Cas reached out, laying a hand across his bruised jaw
"Dean, you can tell me"
A tear ran down his face, matching Dean's
"I just wanted to protect Sammy" Deans voice abandoned him, coming out in nothing but a whisper he said again, "He's all I got, and i'm all he has"
Castiel brought the broken dean into his arms, for a gentle hug, wary of his broken bones and bruises.
Speechless, Castiel held the teen in his embrace, letting him get everything out.
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~Emily~
Stepping away from the door, i quietly walked back into my room. Shaken from seeing the Gentle Dean Winchester bruised and beaten.
I didn't realize i was crying until i felt something wet hit my hand.
I couldn't get it through my head, i didnt want to believe it, but there he was, this was reality and this actually happened.
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~Dean~
All these emotions hit me at once; Fear, Anger, Hatred, Sadness, it was horrible.
And as soon as cas held me, they all formed into pain, exterior and interior.
"Hey, Dean?" Castiel whispered into my ear
"Yeah?" A shaky answer seeped through my lips
"I'm going to give you my number, and I want you to phone me if this happens again, phone me when you need someone to talk to and you feel all alone, even if it's at 3 am and you're thinking sad thoughts" i could feel something wet hit my bare shoulder
"O-okay" "could y-you bring me to the hospital?" I asked, i had too. Dad would be angry again if i didn't get my injuries looked at.
"Yeah, lets go now?" he threw me my shirt, and helped me put it back on.

I had walked with him outside and into the parking lot following him to his car
"Shit" was all I could say, looking at the perfect shiny black paint job of this fantastic muscle car.
"A '67 impala my friend" he said getting in, and unlocking the passenger door for me.
"It's beautiful" i studied the interior, feeling the leather seats and hearing the roar of the engine come to life, it took my mind away from the pain for a short moment.