"My brother's going to be here soon," Rayne mumbled, stepping away from the two high school boys. She move to the left to try and get away from the school building so they wouldn't corner her, but the boys moved with her to block her path. Everyone had long since gone and the school could only let her stay inside for so long. Everything would have been fine if Castiel had gotten out of class the same time she had. But being in middle school, a twenty minute bus ride from the high school, had her waiting for him every day. For these two to have gotten here now, they had to have ditched their classes.
"Oh, we aint worried 'bout yer bro," the taller one said with a grin, front tooth chipped.
"I would be if I were you," she spat out. She knew Castiel could protect himself. He hadn't taken Martial Arts for nothing. But she'd never really seen him fight before. The other one, a ginger, snorted.
"That ain't what we meant, bitch." He took a step closer and he brushed a lock of Rayne's hair behind her ear. She flinched away, eyes swelling with tears. She gripped tightly to the straps of her schoolbag, glaring at him. "We made sure your bro would be distracted. Threw him a real nice piece o'ass. He's gonna be busy for a while," he said, hips thrusting towards Rayne. They thought Castiel would fall for whatever busty chick they put in his way. That he would take her and bang her.
"So what do you want with me?" She asked, looking between them. They both grinned and the ginger looked up at his pal before looking back at Rayne.
"If you scream, we'll cut off a finger," he threatened. The taller one grabbed Rayne by the hair, dragging her around the corner, and into the alley. She had to place her shaking hands over her mouth to keep herself from screaming, hot tears streaming down her face. She didn't know why this was happening and she didn't want to know where it was going. All she wanted was for Castiel to come around the corner and save her. "Now, we got some pretty big beef with yer bro," the ginger said as the taller one forced Rayne to look at him by pulling her hair. She whimpered and stared at him.
"So you're gonna what? Beat me up to get back at him?" She asked, voice trembling with the will not to cry. She couldn't think of anything Castiel could have done to piss these guys off this much. Unless, of course, he was being brutally honest and these two didn't like it. "What'd he do? Bruise your non-existent egos?" She asked, smirking. Her hair was yanked again and she cried out.
"What did I say 'bout screamin' you stupid bitch?"
Rayne shook her head best she could, the grip the taller one had tightening.
"We can't hear ya," the taller one said with a laugh and Rayne let out a quiet sob.
"Then listen to this," a third voice said. The sound of fist hitting flesh followed after and then Rayne hit the ground, landing on her knees. She ignored the pain to watch Castiel punch the ginger into the ground, then turn quickly to roundhouse the taller guy. Whatever was left of the chipped tooth fell out from the force of the kick. Rayne's gaze flickered to Castiel's and their gazes locked. The pure, burning anger that had been there only seconds ago melted away to concern. "Cas, look out!"
Castiel turned in time to avoid being tackled into the ground and he pressed up against the wall of the building on the other side of the alley. As the taller male whine about his tooth and tried to find it, Castiel rushed up to the ginger, grabbed him by the collar, and slammed him up against the wall. "What are you doing here?" He growled out. "Did you think you would get away with harming my sister?" He asked, voice raising. The ginger was trembling in Castiel's hold, and when Rayne looked up, the taller teen was sneaking up on him. Rayne scrambled to her feet, grabbing the thing nearest to her, which was a 2x2, and charged. She paid no attention to the blood on her knees, staining her knee high socks for her school uniform.
"Get away from him!" She cried out, bringing the wood down on the boy's leg, who fell to the floor, crying out in surprise. Castiel looked back to see what was going on, gaze turning to Rayne. He turned back to the ginger and put him down, punching him hard enough to make him bleed.
"I don't want to see either of you ever again." Castiel watched as the ginger grabbed his taller friend, forcing him up, both running out of the alley. When he was sure they were gone, he turned and rushed over to Rayne, framing her face. "What did they do to you?"
"They just pulled my hair," she replied, trembling. "My knees are bleeding but that's because-" The rest of her sentence was muffled as he pulled her close, arms securely around her. "I'm so sorry I was late. A girl was hitting on me and I figured that alone was suspicious. I tried to make it to the bus but it had already left."
"You got here just in time," Rayne replied, shifting her cheek to his chest, moving closer. She choked back a sob and he caressed her back. "Do you think you can help me sneak into my house? I don't want my mom seeing my socks...?"
Castiel pulled back to look at her. "You can clean up at my place. Then you can ask to sleepover."
Rayne smiled softly, eyes watering once more. "I wish you really were my brother."