It was one of the rare evenings in Castiel's life where everything was peaceful. When Anthony had gotten home from work Castiel had steaks that had just come off the grill. After dinner Castiel handed him a beer and they sat down to watch a movie. He was snuggled up to Anthony's side when he felt a stray hand rubbing up and down his thigh.

"Honey, I'm not really in the mood," Castiel warned.

"Why don't you give me head then?" He asked. He took Cas' hand and placed it on top of his bulge but Cas immediately pulled his hand away.

"I'm really tired babe," Castiel said.

"C'mon Cas," Anthony said, he unbuttoned his jeans and once again attempted to place Cas's hand on him. Castiel tried to wrench his arm away but Anthony gripped his wrist so tightly that Castiel gasped.

"Just fucking do it Castiel," He growled, gripping Cas' wrist tighter. Castiel could feel his circulation being cut off.

"Okay," Cas replied weakly

After the deed was done and Anthony had gone to bed, Castiel went to the bathroom and vomited roughly into the toilet. He slunk down to the ground, clutching his sore wrist to his chest. He reached into his pocket, taking out his cellphone. Dean had texted him the time of a meeting they had earlier that day so Castiel took the initiative and saved the number. He pressed call and waited hopefully until he heard the sound of a familiar voice.

"Cas?" Dean asked.

"Hello Dean,"

"Is everything okay? It's late,"

"Yes, everything is fine. I just couldn't sleep; I hope I didn't wake you up,"

"No, you didn't. I was watching TV. You couldn't sleep so you decided to call me?" he asked.

"Yes,"

There was a pause and Castiel could almost hear Dean grinning through the phone.

"Oh… well good," Dean replied

"It is?"

"Mhm. So what do you want to talk about?" Dean asked

"I don't know anything. Tell me anything. What did you have for breakfast this morning?"

Cas could hear Dean chuckle lightly. "Um, I had eggs, bacon, and coffee,"

"That sounds good. What did you do after that?" Castiel asked

"Uh… I went to work Cas,"

"Oh yeah. Sorry," He replied

"Are you okay Cas?" Dean asked

"… I'm fine," he replied. He couldn't remember the last time someone asked him if he was all right.

"I don't believe you. Tell me what's wrong," Dean said

Cas knew he couldn't tell Dean the entire truth. "Anthony and I had a fight,"

"About what?"

"Um, something trivial. I've just been a little careless lately," Cas said nervously.

"I'm not good at giving advice but couples fight, Cas. That's the fun part of being with someone. You fight but then you get to make up because in the end you know you still love each other. Well, that's what I think at least," Dean said.

'If only it was that simple' Cas thought but it was really sweet that Dean thought that way.

"I suppose you're right," Cas said

"I'm sure it will all work itself out. Don't worry too much," Dean said

"You're right. I'm sorry I kept you up with my problems," Cas said sheepishly.

"It's no problem Cas. You can call me whenever you need to. I don't sleep much anyway," Dean said with a chuckle.

"Thank you Dean. Perhaps, do you want to meet for breakfast before work tomorrow?" Cas asked

"I'd like that. Want to meet at the place on the corner?"

"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow,"

"Bye Cas,"

"Goodbye Dean,"

After they hung up, Cas pressed the phone to his chest breathing deeply. After washing up, he made his way back and to bed and curled up next to Anthony who was snoring loudly.