Title: Third Person

Rating: MA

Main Pairing: Destiel

Warnings: Mentions of rape, rape, cursing, sexual intercourse, abuse, mentions of child abuse, neglect

Full Summary: When Castiel was younger, his brothers would beat him. They would make him talk about himself as if he weren't there, and because of it he has a hard time speaking out loud in anything other than third person. Insert Dean, a boy who seems as if he is a gift given by God, though it soon becomes apparent that he is anything but. Their journey together begins the middle of their senior year.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

Commentary: This story will be told from the POV of Castiel and only Castiel. What you think of Dean you will have to see through Castiel's view.

CHAPTER 1

I curled into myself, wrapping the cover tighter around my body. Had Gabriel been here, he'd scream at me to get my act together. Not let what Lucifer and Michael said get to me, but he was gone on a trip with his friends from his university. I couldn't help it. They were always so mean, saying rude uncouth things to me like I wasn't their youngest sibling. As if I had no right to reside under the same roof as them.

It had always been this way.

Throwing the cover to my side, I easily slide out of my bed, giving up on going to sleep after having had another nightmare about the brother's I wished Dad never had. My eyes fall to the floor and I never know how I get in these moods but I don't feel like doing anything anymore. I sit down and hug my knees close to my chest, barely noticing Lucifer's AC/DC shirt riding up my bare thighs. I start to hum a tuneless melody, before stopping, laying my head in between my knees.

"Cassie don't like it here..."

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them and I struggle to keep my tears at bay. I don't like to cry. Michael says the only people who cry are pussy's. I know Gabriel tells me he's not right, but I know he is. The last thing I want to be is the female reproductive organ. Next to me, my alarm blares and it occurs to me that it is time to get ready for school. The second semester had only just started on Monday and with it only being Tuesday, it seemed I had a long week to go.

Detangling myself from a sudden bout of depression, I cut off my alarm clock, heading quickly for the bathroom. The quicker I got ready, the faster I could leave without having a sudden run-in with my eldest brothers.

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My headband hurts but it keeps my hair from falling into my face. It had been a while since I had a haircut and until Gabriel got back, I knew I wouldn't be getting one. Michael believes money shouldn't be spent on people who deserve less than the dirt beneath his shoes. Of course, I believe him.

"Hey, Clarence." I turn around, nodding briefly at Meg who smiles in a weird sort of way. I would say she was sad but why would she be smiling? Kevin and Charlie flank her sides as they walk closer to me. I would call them my friends but if memory serves right, Lucifer said no one would ever really want to be my friend, so I patiently wait for the day they leave me.

"Did you sleep well? You look tired." Charlie comments as she takes my hand in her's. It feels nice, oddly. "Castiel had a nightmare. He didn't get too much sleep." I say and I wish I could shake this habit of sounding so dumb but somehow my mind refuses to work with my tongue. Instead of answering me, Charlie rubs the back of my hand and sends me what I think is a smile of encouragement, or at least that's what Kevin calls them.

The halls are somewhat empty, seeing as we are at school the earliest we are allowed to be, which would happen to be 6:00am. They come here early because I do, even though they could stay in bed until at least 7:30am seeing as school didn't start until 8:00am. I appreciate their false effort. Upon entering our first period, we find it empty, as it usually is, and sit in the back. I liked sitting in the back because every time I sat in the front, I had the irrational fear that as I soon as I turned everyone would be gone.

I didn't want everyone to disappear.

Nobody really liked me because I talk weird but I didn't want to be alone. I hate being alone. My hands finger the scarf Meg had gotten me for christmas in nervousness. School was always an awkward affair for me. I still had to work myself up to being prepared for it, despite it being my last year. We spend the next two hours conversing, sometimes lapsing into comfortable silence when we had run out of words to bring to the table. It is during one of these lapses when the classroom door is opened, maybe five minutes before the teacher will arrive, and a boy walks in, blending perfectly with the large amounts of students in the class.

He pays no one mind as people gaze at him from all corners of the room, though the noise level has yet to drop. Sauntering his way to the back as if he was born to look like a beauty sent from God. He sits close to our group, though he doesn't talk to us. He takes his phone out of his pocket to text. I can't seem tear my eyes off of him, and neither can half the room. Of course my 'friends' notice and they leer and jab at me, but I pay them no mind.

That's the first time I saw Dean Winchester.

A/N: Ok, so, I wasn't really going for lengthy on this chapter, it was more of an introduction. Please review and tell me what you thought of it and I will try and update every Thursday starting next week.

Until Next Time...

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