After at least three minutes of just standing there, Aleron slowly moved to rub the cheek, which was already starting to bruise, that had been slapped. "O.. Ow.." He slowly murmured, frowning at Cas now though the man simply grunted. "Serves you right." He sneered, and Aleron felt the phone in his pocket buzz from the vibration though the sound was off otherwise, and he immediately jumped just the same. He didn't reach for his phone, but his hands gripped the edge of the counter tightly, stressfully, as he stared at Cas, swallowing hard again. "You know my father wouldn't agree with this.." Aleron tried insisting again, the bruise on his cheek slowly but steadily healing even as he spoke, but Cas obviously had other plans, and he stepped forward, pressing Aleron back against the counter firmly as if to keep the male in place, and Aleron's right hand carefully and slowly, cautiously, fiddled to try and find the phone in his back pocket without the action being noticeable. When he found it he wrapped his hand around it, grasping the phone with that hand, though with his other hand he suddenly threw a hit towards Cas's head. What he wasn't expecting, was that his wrist would be grabbed a mere inch before he would've hit Cas's head, and it immediately made Aleron gasp. Using a knee, he attempted kneeing Cas right in the crotch, and succeeded. Immediately Cas heaved over, holding his crotch with a grunt. Aleron ran the moment he could, grabbing out his phone. He managed to call Jaron, but the moment he was sure the man would pick up, he was abruptly greeted with the sound of a furious snarl, and the next thing he knew he was pinned to the floor with the phone skidding away, face down on the cold tile of the kitchen floor with a mass of a wolf's weight against his back, feeling the sharp fangs of Cas after the man had transformed into his large, gray form, pressed against the tender skin of his neck on both sides but not quite biting, a warning hold replacing what words of 'Don't move' would be needed. Just as quickly, Aleron had frozen in place, his entire body tense. Just when Cas started moving again, Aleron shifted just as quickly, clothes being torn as he hadn't taken them off, his large black mass of fur seeming rather small compared to Cas's form, though that didn't seem to matter to Aleron as he wrestled his way out from beneath the other wolf, standing his ground while snarls and snaps of aggressiveness came from both of them. Aleron moved to dash away but was caught again by Cas, tackled to the floor while the both of them turned into a furiously snarling and rolling ball of fur and fury.