"There better be a good reason why I had to stop bingeing Dr. Sexy because if no-- CAS WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!!???"

"Well hello to you too Dean" he doesn't even crack a smile he is fuming. It this was a cartoon you would be able to see smoke coming out of his ears.

"Who did this" he gritted his teeth. Finally able to turn my head now since Gabe gave me painkillers earlier I look away from Dean not to confident in answering his question. The bed dips and I feel his hand gently go over the cuts, bruises, and my black eye. He stops at my slit lip then grabs my chin softly and pulls it towards him.

"Why?" he whispered. He's eyes was filled with hope that I would answer his questions. And I can never not give him what he wants.

"Lisa. And Crowley's gang. S-She took the j-jacket." I sobbed into my hand, feeling like I let Dean down by letting one of his most prized things get stolen off me.

"Don't worry Angel, I got you" he laid back on the bed and pulled me into his side. This is how we fell asleep and this is how we woke up when we heard clicking and looked to see Gabriel holding up his phone before running away screaming---

"DESTIEL IS CANON BITCHESSS"