Mad World
Author's Note: Ok, wow! I was not expecting this to be the second thing I ever posted considering I just started it and have at least fifteen other short stories I can get around to typing up, but here it is! This is only the second multi-chapter fic I've ever written or attempted to write. This is because I usually get so bored with long stories I create I abandon them. However, this one has been stuck with me for weeks saying "write me! Write me!" So, I will.
This chapter is going ot be short, since it's just an introduction that will give basic background knowledge to readers, but the next I put up I will try and make much longer.
Also, I wish to apologize for any grammer and spelling errors now and in the future. Microsoft Word (and the rest of the Office programs) have decided to lock and will not unlike for anything. This means I'm stuck with Word Pad. If you would be kind enough to point out errors, that would be wonderful!
Title of story based on song "Mad World" by Gary Jules (which is absolutely fantastic no matter how angsty it is).
Warnings: AU, Slash, Violence, Bullying, Language, Child Sexual Abuse, Homophobia
Chapter I:
Blue Eyes
Dean knew why he did it, just as he knew how wrong it was, but he just could not help it. He did not want to hurt anyone, not really, but he did. He knew all of this, just as he knew that if he stopped, he would probably be hurt more than any of those he hurt trying to keep his dirty little secret.
From a young age, Dean had seemed to know he was different. He knew that he was different because he could never look at a girl an think "I really like her," but he could look at other boys and think "he's handsome." He knew from a young age that he was gay. Not many people acknowledged his differences. His parents were very supportive and his dad even teased him ofter when he would ask "got a boyfriend yet, Dean-O?" However, this did not last long. One day, in the last few weeks of sixth grade, he was standing at the front gates of his middle school, waiting for his parents, when he was suddenly nearly knocked to the ground. A stone was thrown at his head, then another, and then another until he was nearly stoned to death in the front yard.
They Winchester family moved from their home in Florida to a more quiet place in Lawrence, Kansas to start a new life. Dean pretended to be straight, and by the time he was a tall, muscled sixteen year old with cropped blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a flirty smile, he was quite good at it.
He made friends - for once in his life - but his grades began to fall. The stress of keeping his secret grew difficult, but he could not afford to let it slip. He just could not let anyone at school find out.
It turned out that even at Lawrence High, prejudice and homophobia were still present.
Every last one of Dean's new "friends" loved to pick on and torment the homosexual teens that attened. Alastair in particular could be exceptionally cruel. He would shove at them, push them down in the middle of the halways, shout at them how disgusting it was to be faggots, and drown them in their lunches. After a short time, Dean began to join in. He did not want to be found suspicious because he was the oddball who seemed to give two shits about how they hurt the feelings of the tormented children. He would od anything just to be accepted.
Of course, the little posse Alastair had formed had a favorite victim.
Fragile, pale skinned, little Castiel Novak seemed to be a popular target for most of Alastair's cruelties, for a number of particular reasons, the most obvious being the fact that he is gay. The fifteen year old freshan - which, that fact in itself, can be on of the reasons - was quite poor, with a limited wardrobe that seemed to consist of clothing at least two sizes too big. Most of their school mates claimed that his parents were either dead or that they did not care about him at all, because they were never seen. He was jumpy, and was easy to startle, something Alastair took great joy in. His form was thin to the point of looing malnourished, his dark hair was always a mess (to everyone, it seemed like he did not even understand the concept of a hairbrush), and he rarely participated in P.E. class due to a condition that stole his breath from his lungs under strenuous circumstances.
Jealousy could also have fueled Alastair's torments, because nothing else could rival the beuty behild in the younger boy's luminescent cobalt blue eyes. Dean, of course, felt like a girl for thinking such things, yet he knew the truth in that thought was undeniable.
This scared the Winchester boy to no end. It meant that attraction for the freshman had formed, and that surely meant complications would surely arise if Alastair - or anyone else for that matter - found out. He kept on going along with them because of this; he could not allow them to find out about him! If that meant beating down and humiliating the blue eyed beauty, then he would.