@CastielNovak I was so not prepared for the day I had today. And, please, if you recognize me, wait until I am alone. Thank you.
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Dean was shocked. Actually, shocked was an understatement. Lisa waddled up on the opposite side of Amara. "You're pregnant?"

"Dean, can we not do this here?" she pleaded, looking up through her long lashes at him.

"No, we're going to do this right here. How could you not tell me you're pregnant?" He was fuming. This isn't just an ordinary secret.

"Dean, please..." she looked at him desperately.

"How could you not tell me you were pregnant?" he said, louder. Amara took a few steps back awkwardly. She didn't respond. "Huh? Spit it out! You had no problem asking for another kiss after I walked in on you cheating on me!"

"I didn't tell you because it's not yours!" she yelled back.

He had no response. His jaw just clenched tightly as he tried to process the information.

"It's not yours, Dean. So get off my back about it," she added.

The cafeteria was dead silent by now so the talking was amplified. "B-But, we just broke up in the beginning of May. It has to be my kid," he said. She shuffled on her feet uncomfortably. "Unless... you were cheating on me longer than I knew. Oh, God, I'm gonna yak." He said, running out of the room. Cas got up from his seat and ran after him.

He ran across the hallway to the bathroom and in one of the empty stalls, holding his tie to his chest as he heaved. Everyone stared as Cas ran after him, trench coat flailing behind him. Cas entered just as Dean emptied his stomach into the toilet.

Shortly after, two people - Garth and Benny - entered. "Jack," he groaned out. The bathroom stall was still open and he pushed in.

"I am here. How can I help? Do I have to beat her up? Who do I have to fight?" Cas sucked at defending himself but, hell, he was good at making Dean smile.

He chuckled and stood slightly. He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped his mouth with it. "Yeah, buddy. Can I talk to you?"

Cas nodded, turning to the two others who came to check in on Dean. "Out," Cas said, using all his might to physically push them out the door. He looked like a toddler trying to move a boulder. But it made Dean smile widely.

The two looked at Dean and realized he was smiling not at them but Cas. They willingly left the bathroom then.

Cas stood by the door and Dean was on the other side of the bathroom. Dean walked to the corner and pressed his foot on the pedal of the trashcan, throwing the toilet paper away. He leaned back against the wall and sighed.

Dean didn't even know where to begin. He decided to just speak and let his heart direct where he was going. He opened his eyes and looked at Cas who was now leaned up against the right wall. "Jack, I-" he started but was cut off when he noticed something. "Jack?"

"Hmm?" he asked, turning to look at Dean.

"Why is there blood on your coat?" Dean was slightly panicking. Okay, slightly was an understatement. "Are you okay?"

Cas pressed off the wall to turn and look at his backside, realizing that yes, it did go through. Dean watched as Cas pulled his trenchcoat off his shoulders and hung it over the top of a stall door. Then, the same with his suit jacket. Dean was mortified. Blood was covering the side of Cas's shoulder.

"Is that from me?" Dean asked. The blood did come from the same spot after all.

"No, Dean," Cas said. He turned around to face himself in the mirror. "I have a spare undershirt and buttondown in my glove box. But, it appears I cannot go get it."

"Jack, shouldn't we be more worried about getting you to the hospital?" Dean questioned, alarm evident in his voice.

"No, no hospitals," he said, turning around to look Dean in the eyes. That was all it took for Dean to go outside, prop a door open - because apparently they locked after 6pm - to allow him entrance back in, and get Cas's spares from the glovebox. When he came back, Cas was playing with the blood on his shirt trying to make sure it wasn't stuck to him.

"How can I help?" Dean asked, quoting Cas from earlier.

"I need the first aid kit," he said lowly. Dean left the bathroom again to go find one and was met by Amara.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked.

"Do you know where the first aid kit is?" he asked, ignoring her question.

"Yeah, but I brought a spare just in case. Are you okay? What do you need the first aid kit for? Are you sick? Do you need me to call an ambulance?" She asked a million questions that made Dean's head get fuzzy.

"Just give me the damn kit, Amara," he growled. She scurried away, imaginary tail tucked between her legs. His Alpha voice was proving to be very useful.

She gave it to him and he walked away immediately back into the bathroom. Cas sat on the ground as he held his shirt in the position it was before.

"Here," Dean said, handing Cas the kit. Cas took it from him and continued staring. Dean thought it to be a heartfelt moment they shared but Cas thought otherwise.

"Dean, I need to be alone to do this."

"No," he said immediately. "I'm not leaving."

"Dean-"

"No, goddamnit. I can't leave. Not after just losing you for the past goddamn month. No," he refused.

Cas sighed. He had to deal with stubborn people all his life at home and knew he wasn't going to win. "Please, do not look," Cas pleaded.

Dean nodded and walked toward the back of the bathroom. He heard the sound of the kit opening. Then, he heard the buttons from the buttondown hit the stall door. It took everything in Dean not to rush over and help.

A few minutes passed and Cas groaned. "Dean, it appears I may need some assistance." Dean went to turn around, "Close your eyes and walk over here."

"Buddy, it's okay if you're embarrassed how you look. No need to be ashamed," he said defensively, holding up both hands in the air.

"Walk closer. I will let you know when to stop." And he did. "Now, sit, please. Here are some gloves," Cas said. Dean received them with a thwack to the face, obvious of Castiel's poor aim. He didn't say anything and put them on. "I-" he started.

"It's okay. I'm not going to judge you," Dean cooed. He tried to be as relaxing as possible but had no idea how.

"Do you know how to stitch a wound?" he asked.

"Yeah, my dad taught me and Sammy when we were in middle school. His little graduation gift for passing fifth grade."

Cas gulped. The air was thick with tension but he had noticed there was no way it was going to stay closed without stitches. "Open your eyes."

And when Dean did, he nearly screamed. Cas's shoulder had a long gash across it. His back was littered with burn scars and cuts. "Oh, my God," Dean breathed out.

He looked up in the mirror at Castiel's front side. He was thinking it couldn't get any worse but he was wrong. The words "GO TO HELL" were carved into his chest, directly next to his collarbone. It looked fresh. Other ones looked like they'd been there years.

Dean looked at Cas's face in the mirror but realized he couldn't see it. He had his head hung low in shame. "I apologize for scaring you, Dean."

Dean shook his head. "You didn't scare me. It just made me feel ten times worse for letting this happen to you."

It had appeared Castiel already thoroughly cleaned it, all he had to do was stitch it. And that's exactly what Dean did. He tried to be as gentle as he could but knew it wasn't entirely possible. But Cas didn't flinch once. Either he has a high pain tolerance or he's done this before... Dean hated thoughts like that because they stuck.

"Hey, buddy. You're all done. Just in case, I wanna put some gauze and wrap over it," Dean said to Cas.

"It is okay. Thank you for your assistance but there is no need," Cas replied.

"C'mon, buddy. You need it." Cas sighed but didn't reply. Next thing Dean knew, Cas was holding the gauze and wrap above his other shoulder.

Dean wrapped his shoulder carefully but he didn't really know how. He passed the roll of gauze around his chest twice before pulling it across his shoulder and down. He did the same thing but the other direction this time. He repeated this process until the roll was empty.

Dean stood and just looked. Well, more so admired. Him wrapping it the way he did, he covered the "GO TO HELL" as well. Both of them knew that was why Dean really wanted to wrap it but didn't speak of it.

"Thank you, Dean," Cas muttered. He put his undershirt on with a little struggle but was then fine with his buttondown. Cas stood and put everything he didn't use back in the box. "You were saying something?"

"What? Oh, yeah," he said. He had completely forgotten he got cutoff in the beginning. "I really don't know how to say any of this so I'm just gonna try my best."

"Okay, Dean," Cas responded with a nod.

"I guess I was scared. All my life, I spent my 'free time' with girls. I thought maybe I was trying to use you as a replacement for Lis. I had no idea why you had come into my life and honestly, I was fucking terrified. I never made new friends, never met anybody not from the area for as long as I can remember. Yeah, I did when I went to Bobby's. But since I've been back in town, I met nobody new until you.

I was so confused. You in your quirky getup, always wearing that iconic trenchcoat. And always with that blue tie.

For some reason, at that bar, I chose you, of all people, to be an asshole to. You put me in my place then, but you weren't able to any other time.

And I know, I'm being girly with all this bullshit. But I need to say it.

No matter your quirks," he paused, looking at Cas, "I don't regret that night. And I don't hate you for not talking to me. I wouldn't have talked to me after that.

All of my life, I thought being gay was wrong. I guess that's why when I started feeling differently about you, I got scared.

And, just for the record, I was wrong. Being gay is not wrong. Being a complete douchebag to someone I care about, though? That was wrong." Dean stopped to look at himself in the mirror and lean against one of the walls in between the stall doors. He looked up to the ceiling and slightly chuckled, continuing, "Jack, you're the only guy in the world I could ever see myself with. I mean, honestly, I always knew I was different. Not in a bad way or anything. But repressing myself the way I did wasn't healthy. And I know, I'm just rambling bullshit now."

Dean walked up to Cas who was too stunned to speak.

"Jack, can... can I kiss you? For real this time?" he asked quietly.

Now, both of their faces were completely red. Cas nodded and Dean smiled. The two met halfway but it was Dean who kissed first. Their lips touched gently. Once. Twice. And then another time before Cas pulled away, face redder than before.

"Thank you, Dean. But the word is 'bisexual'," he added with a smile. "You are very clearly not gay. But, bisexual? Yes."

Dean rested his hands on Cas's waist. "Oh, am I now, pretty boy?"

"Of course, Morgan," Cas replied.

Dean's eyes lit up. "You understood my reference!"

"I am almost finished with season seven," Cas said with a smile.

"Holy shit, you're catching up fast." It was silent again and Cas shifted uneasily. "What is it?"

"We should go back out there, but..." Cas trailed off. Dean knew he was thinking about Lisa.

Dean took his hands off Cas's waist and took a deep breath. "Her loss. It doesn't change anything except the fact she cheated more than once."

"Yes, but that is still important. You are clearly not pleased with the information."

Dean looked down into Cas's eyes. "I don't think I'll ever accept that it wasn't my fault. There's no need for you to worry, Jack."

Cas nodded, picked up the first aid kit, his two jackets, and walked out of the bathroom. Dean walked up behind him and grabbed Cas's hand, interlacing their fingers together.

Dean watched as Cas looked down at their hands and his face turned crimson. "I'm sorry, but I love seeing you blush," Dean murmured into Cas's ear. If it was possible, he turned a darker color. It caused Dean to smirk as they walked back in the room.

Music was playing and everybody was dancing. The lights were dark but he had to admit, it looked nice.

He didn't care that everybody was looking at him walk in, holding hands with his crush. He didn't care that Lisa was watching him. He was going to live up to his advice and make sure he was happy too.

Dean made a mental note to ask Cas about the marks later on. For now, he wanted to dance with the best guy he knew.

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