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Cas was ecstatic. He finally found that thing Dean wanted. Cas even had paid for it himself, he knew Dean would be proud. Seeing as the last two gifts Cas gave him he took with purchasing, he was an Angel of the Lord, how was he supposed to know that he had to pay? He glanced down into the white plastic bag one last time before he spread his wings and focused on Dean's location. He knew exactly where he was, in the motel room where he last left him. Cas opened his eyes and the bag dropped out of his hand as he processed the scene in front of him. It was Dean, he was sitting down in the arm chair. With a guy he had never seen before. His head was in between Dean's lap, sort of doing a bobbing motion. Then it hit him on what he was doing to Dean.
Cas grabbed the back of the man's neck and threw him off of Dean. His angel blade was out and his bottom lip curled as he raised the blade over his head, ready to stab the guy in the chest. "Cas, stop!" Dean grabbed Cas' hand forcefully and stopped him before he slammed the blade directly into his heart. "Get out of here!" Dean growled to the confused guy on the ground, who stumbled out the door without another word. Cas whipped his arm away from Dean and stared at Dean, Cas couldn't believe what was happening. No words could explain the way he was feeling. Did Dean really…?
"L-Look, Cas, it wasn't what it looked like." Dean stuttered, trying to think of something. Dean was a terrible liar when it came to Cas. He had no excuse. It was exactly what it looked like. "C-Cas… I-I'm sorry…" He couldn't look Cas in the eyes, he couldn't with the guilt welling over his head. "D-Dean… what was h-he doing to you?" Cas asked, his tone was shaking as he looked up at Dean with betrayed eyes. No. He didn't. Cas couldn't believe it. He wouldn't. Dean couldn't answer him, because he knew Cas knew the truth. "Dean… what did he do to you?!" Cas yelled, he could feel anger growing and rolling in the pit of his stomach. Dean flinched slightly when Cas yelled, his eyes were glued to the floor and his head hung low, like a child getting scolded.
"H-He was… s-sucking m-me off…." Dean mumbled out, completely ashamed of himself. He thought Cas was going to be gone longer then that. Cas nearly broke down right then and there when Dean said that, but he held himself together, barely. "Look at me." He said, his voice nearly cracking. Dean slowly raised his head, meeting Cas' eyes. His heart nearly shattered when he stared into those blue eyes. So much pain. So much heartache. Normally, Dean wouldn't have been fazed if a girl walked in on him cheating on them. Sure, they'd cry, call him a cheating bastard and whatever. But, that's when Dean realized something. This was the first relationship Cas had ever been in. Dean was the first person Cas had truly trusted, opened up to, hell, he lost his virginity to Dean. And Dean basically stomped on all of that with a big 'Fuck You. I don't care about you or your feelings.'
"Cas… I'm s-so sorry…" Dean reached toward Cas but he immediately stumbled backward, nearly bumping into a table. "Don't touch me… don't touch me with the hands that you touched him with." Cas whimpered, a tear running down his face. "No, no, Cas, I'm sorry!" Dean called out, but it was too late. Cas had disappeared before his very eyes, the blade dropping down and stuck into the wooden floor. "N-No… Dean, you fucking moron…" He buried his face into his hands, sinking to his knees. You're so fucking stupid. How could you do that to him? What? Because you two haven't gotten it on in a little while? That guy didn't even mean anything to Dean, just some dude he met at a bar who gave him his number. For God knows why, Dean kept it and ended up calling him.
Dean sighed and raised his head, hoping that Cas was still here. Of course, he wasn't. Dean did notice a small plastic bag near where Cas had appeared. He crawled over to it and dug through it and if his heart wasn't crushed enough, what was in the bag ran his heart over with a dump truck. He carefully picked up the black CD case, his hands were shaking slightly. It was an AC/DC album, Back in Black. His favorite. Original print, signed by all members of the band. Dean was constantly looking for this little gem, but could never find it. None the less, signed. God, you fucked up so badly. So badly. And Cas isn't going to take you back. He isn't going to forgive you this time. Cas went out on his own and bought Dean a little gift, just because he knew it'd make him smile. Then, he saw the small slip of paper in the bag. It was a receipt. Cas paid for it. He actually paid for it. He turned it around in his shaking palm and he started to sob like a little girl.
Written on the back of it, in small messy writing.
I love you, Dean. With a small heart sketched next to it.