|A Crime is a Crime
Author: Defiant-Dreams PM
Dean hates Ruby. Ruby with her pretty lies and manipulations. He enlists his boyfriend's help in pranking her. They keep her under too long though and she ends up dying. Michael and Lucifer are called to investigate. Human AU! M for suggestive themes.Rated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Dean W. & Castiel - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,798 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Published: 04-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8016909
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As the two of them were put in the same cell by the officers, Dean was already feeling better.
Cas always told him to see the bright side in everything. Well, the only good thing Dean could see from this was that he'd still be Cas.
"I'm really sorry." Dean told him quietly, in the dead of night. They were put in an empty cell, so it was only the two of them.
Cas turned to face him from the other cot. Dean was hit with the realization that this was the first night that they hadn't slept in the same bed since they started having sex. and from the faint moonlight, Dean could see Cas shrug. "It was justified." He continued, voice soft.
Dean swallowed, before continuing. "Do you think Sammy hates me?" He said, and the idea was so foreign to Cas that he would have laughed. But then he remembered what they just did, so he honestly had to think of that question.
"Probably." He replied. Dean whimpered and threw his arm over his head. He shifted a bit on the cot and closed his eyes. He did this for Sam, not just for him and Cas. And to hear that Sam would hate him because of that? It hurt.
"But he'd forgive you." Cas continued. Dean laughed quietly.
"You think?" Dean asked.
They were quiet for a while after that, and for a moment, Cas thought Dean was asleep. Surprised at the thought that Dean could actually sleep in a place like this, Cas settled into his cot. If Dean could do it, then he could too.
But then Dean's voice hesitantly rang out, "Cas? Do you hate me?" He sounded horrified at the idea.
Cas blinked. He never thought of that. Did he hate Dean? No. Dean was the only thing he had for a year, so he couldn't hate Dean. He was still in love with Dean, no matter what happened.
"No." He said, now sure of himself. Dean was just impossible to hate. He might be easy to get mad at... but hate? No.
"Are you mad at me for telling Detectives Michael and Lucifer what really happened?" He shot back. Dean scoffed.
"At first I was annoyed. But.. No, not anymore. I deserved this. In fact, you shouldn't even be here, Cas. You're supposed to be out there, comforting my stupid brother." Dean replied.
"Not here, in this stupid excuse for a prison. Not here, where you have to deal with uncomfortable cots and probably food that taste like cardboard." Dean continued, guilt seeping through his words.
"I helped you. I was apart of this, Dean. Don't put the blame on yourself." Cas muttered.
"Stop being so noble. It was my idea, Cas. It was my hands that killed her." Dean replied.
"I was the one who brought her to the bathroom. I was the one that restrained her."
Dean sighed. "But you didn't kill her." He said, sounding defeated.
"If it weren't for me, you'd be the one on the floor, Dean. I don't like it here, but I'm with you. That's all that matters."