“Hey, wait… Where did you got that?!”
“Nowhere… I-it wasn’t anything, Dean.” Cas mumbled as Dean gripped his chin and Castiel turned his face away from his boyfriend.
Cas sighed, he shouldered his swim bag some more.
“Cas. Where did you get that?” Dean said, more seriousness in his voice. Cas finally looked at Dean. This time, though, he had tears bubbling in his eyes. The purple on his left cheek bone was sprinkled with shine as a tear escaped his eye.
“Oh, babe…” Dean pulled him in to a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. He cooed sweet nothings to calm the other. The rubbed his back and held him tight. “Shhh…” he whispered.
“It-i-it was…” Cas tried, he steadied himself and took a deep breath. Cas let go of Dean a little and looked at him in the eyes; Dean wiping his tears away.
“It was after practice… we were all heading to the locker room and when we go there I checked my phone… I got your text.” Cas looked at his shoes.
“Oh shit, Cas, was this because of… the text?” Dean was looking behind Cas to see if anyone was there, to see if the culprit responsible for his boyfriends shiner was anywhere near.
“Raphy saw it.” Cas spoke. His voice was like gravel. He was mad - and upset. He was happy because of the contents of the text but also deeply infuriated as to what Raphael said. “He was craning over my shoulder as I read it…”
Dean gripped Cas shoulders and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Cas sighed out a strained sob. Dean wrapped protective arms around him - nothing with hurt you, Cas. Not while I’m around to protect you…
Cas let his bag fall. He wrapped his arms around Dean and they stood there - hugging. Enticed in the others arms just emoting love.
Dean leaned back and smirked.
“Well, where is the little shit now? I gotta show him some… love.” With that, Cas smiled.
“I think he’s still in the locker room. I booked it out of there the second I could…” Dean waited for the swimmer to continue, “He said something like, ‘Novak’s sucking dick on the big n’ bad Winchester quarterback.’ I turned around and looked at him dead in the eye…”
“That death glare you give.” Dean smiled.
“Yeah.” Cas’ lips’ corners turned up. Dean always made his situations better. “So he went on a spiel about how I’ve sucked dick sense 7th grade and I told him how he knew - was he just so interested he kept tabs. Then he said, ‘At least if I picked dick, it wouldn’t be Winchesters. As far as I’m concerned, the guys the biggest asshole of them all.’ and I may have socked him in the jaw…”
Deans mouth was agape, his eyes full blown.
“Then I leaned over to him on the floor and said, ‘He does have the biggest hole, how’d you know?’ then he got up and nailed me in the eye.” Cas cautiously touched his cheek, it was still tender.
Dean’s mouth was, still, open. “You… you?“ He managed. “You. Sweet as a tart Castiel Novak not only punched some body but had a witty come back? I must be rubbing off on you…” Dean smiled his wolfish half smile.
“You can say that again…” Cas mumbled. Dean slipped his arm around his boyfriend.
“So, here’s the plan. We’ll bust in the locker room; guns blazin’…” Dean’s voice trailed off as the two walked down the corridor to the locker room. Dean needed to get some revenge.
No one hurts his angel and get’s away with it.