Chapter 6: I See Your Alastair and Raise You A Castiel
Dean tried to fight back. But Alastair had a good couple inches on him, not to mention several years training for football and wrestling. Before long, Dean’s lip was bloody, his right eye was swollen and he was bruised in too many places to count. He hung his head in despair, waiting for Alastair to land the final blow, but as he closed his eyes…nothing came.
Dean heard a shout and looked up to see…Cas. Standing in front of him.
“You’re not going to touch him.” Cas said, his voice hard and commanding. “Leave now, Alastair, before you get hurt.”
“You really think you can hurt me?” Alastair scoffed. By this point a crowd had formed. His cronies laughed supportively. When it became clear Castiel, who was much shorter than Alastair, was not going to back down, Alastair shrugged. “Guess I get two losers for the price of one.”
He raised his fist. Dean closed his eyes again, not wanting to see Cas get pummeled, but there was no yelp of pain…Dean’s eyes flipped open with amazement to see Cas gripping Alastair’s arm. Castiel slung the arm over his shoulder and with one quick motion, flipped Alastair onto the floor.
Alastair groaned in pain, but Castiel was already on top of him, slamming his fists into his face. He paused for a moment. “Give up, Alastair?”
“You’re asking if I’ll give up…” Alastair said, breathing heavily, “Or if I’ll give Dean up…”
“Both.” Castiel replied.
Alastair laughed, wincing painfully. “You…can beat me all you want…but Dean’s staying in my services.”
Castiel landed another blow to the face before shifting his weight. In moments he had Alastair’s arm gripped against his body. As he leaned back, Alastair yelled.
“I told you. I want Dean. And if you don’t want your arm broken, you’ll give this up.”
Castiel leaned backwards, pouring all his weight into it. Dean could hear the arm start to pop.
“FINE!” Alastair roared in pain. Castiel let go and stood to his feet, glowering at the trembling Alastair. “You get Dean,” Alastair heaved, “But you’ve also made yourself an enemy you’ll regret.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Cas muttered, cooly. He turned to Dean. “Are you alright? I can take you to my home. We’ve got medical supplies to fix up your face.”
“What about the nurse?” Dean slurred. He was still gaping at Cas in amazement. Who would have ever guessed the kid had that in him?
“She’s got her hands full,” Cas said darkly, glancing at Alastair, who was crumpled into a ball, whimpering. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to be around in your condition with Alastair’s cronies looking for vengeance.”
“Fair point,” Dean muttered. He tried to stand…and almost collapsed. Cas helped him up, draping Dean’s arm around his shoulder as they made their way to the parking lot. As they reached the car, Cas bent over to retrieve the key from behind the back tire. He opened the back door first, easing Dean onto the seats before closing the door and heading to the front seat.
Dean struggled to keep his eyes open, but between the stress at home and the beating he just received, he was asleep within moments of Castiel starting the car.