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“Dean, are you insane? You could’ve died this time!” Cas shouted as Dean shucked his jacket and threw it over the back of the couch. He closed the door as Dean entered the living room. Cas refused to let it go, stepping around Dean and getting right into his space.
“I didn’t though, did I? So what’s the problem?” Dean growled, trying to walk away. Cas caught him by the shoulder, spun him back to face him, and started in again.
“You get off on it, don’t you? Nearly dying, putting me and Sammy through hell. Me, I get, but I would think you’d at least think of Sammy. For God’s sake, he can’t lose you and you know it!” Cas retaliated, voice getting more and more uneven.
“Don’t you dare bring my brother into this, Castiel! This is about you, and your need for control. Well news flash, you can’t control me. If I want to ride my bike, dammit, I’m gonna ride my bike!” Dean yelled back, Cas finally getting under his skin.
“God, Dean, this is not about control! I don’t want to control you, I just want you safe! Is that so much to ask, that you at least pretend to give a damn about your own life?” Castiel’s face was wrecked, his eyes filling with tears that he blinked rapidly away. Dean was too pissed off to care. He ached all over and he was furious, his blood boiling.
“Like hell it’s not about control! You’ve been freaking out ever since I bought that bike, and now you can’t stand the idea that I might be out of your sight for more than an hour,” Dean spat, flopping on the couch in a furious heap.
“What I can’t stand is the idea of someone scraping you off the pavement and then calling me saying it was too late!” Cas was crumpling in on himself, but now he was going and there was no stopping the words as they crashed out on a tidal wave. “I’m not sticking around and watching as you drink and drive yourself to death. I’m done here.”
“Fine! Go then, and find someone else to smother!” Dean stood up and screamed it at Cas, and then at the front door as it swung shut. And if later that night, he drank so much and yelled so loud that Sammy had to pick him up from the police station the next morning, Cas certainly was never going to find out.
Because by the time a thoroughly annoyed moose dropped off Dean at home, Cas’s half of the bedroom was cleared out.