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Castiel hated homeroom. It was one of the two classes he had with the notorious Dean Winchester, who made his life a living hell. Every morning, Castiel sat with his nose in a book while Dean pelted his back with spit balls and paper airplanes. Mr. Gadreel droned on, talking about the upcoming dance and how juniors cannot park in the senior lot. The whole thing was very boring to Castiel, so much of the time he just read, trying to drown out Gadreels voice and Dean's paper balls.
As much as Castiel would not like to admit it, he knew a lot more about Dean than most people. Since he was the quiet individual, people carelessly gossiped around him and he got the juiciest of news most of the time. He knew Dean's parents were both dead, he had a kid brother, and was living with his uncle who wasn't really his uncle.
Castiel knew a lot more, like the fact Dean was an Aquarius, had a beautiful Chevy for a car, and wasn't actually as much of a jerk as he liked to think so. As much as Castiel hated Dean for how much he bullied the younger, Castiel also admired him. Castiel saw him every now and then at the grocery store with a tiny brother, who was always running around excitedly. Dean would see Castiel and give him a gentle half smile, nothing like what Castiel was used to at school.
He knew what it was like to live without parents and to take care of a sister and brother all by yourself. Castiel could empathize with the pain Dean was so obviously feeling. He lost his parents when he was 10 and has been caring for his sister, Anna (15), and his brother, Samandriel (12) since. It helped a lot that Gabriel, his older brother, was there too. So he let the bullying continue, guessing it made Dean feel better about himself.
Dean hasn't been paired yet with anyone, despite being 18 for five months already. People seem to think he's too much of a ladies' man to have a soul mate. Others argue that he's too much of a douche for anyone to seriously love him. Castiel suspected maybe he just wasn't in the right place to be paired, or it wasn't the right time.
He couldn't wait until he was 18 and was paired with his soul mate. He would 'find his true love by the glow of his heart' as the pamphlet his dork brother had got him said. Once you found your true soul mate, nobody could bother you. Or at least, that's what Castiel thought. As he could recall, the pamphlet said; "By a glow of your heart, you will find your soul mate. Once you make it to the age of 18, the search begins. Do not fear, for when you find your soul mate, it is perfect."
Castiel could never recall of hearing of a pairing that didn't get together. Yeah, sometimes a person from a couple would die and the other person would mourn greatly. But eventually they would move on with their life. Castiel never wanted that to happen to him, he didn't know what he would do if his soul mate died prematurely.
His birthday was in two days, and he was practically humming with excitement. He was currently reading a love story between a paired couple, when the bell rang. Standing, he shouldered his bag and began making his way out the door. He barely noticed the foot that snuck out to trip him as he made his way out of homeroom. He simply stepped over it, lost in thought about who his soul mate would be.
Making his way to his locker, Castiel muttered some apologies to students he got pushed in to. He unlocked it with ease and began gathering the books he would need for his classes. Next up was history, then AP Calc, then lunch. His schedule was pretty rough after that, but Castiel was excited for the upcoming debates in government. He thought back to the last debate, and how heated it had gotten between two of the kids.
As he was grabbing his history binder from his locker, a hand curled around his neck. Before Castiel knew it, he was being shoved forward into the locker, head hitting the top and glasses toppling inside. His shoulders hit the sharp edges of the locker, and he let out a small hiss of pain at the contact. He steadied himself on his feet, taking a moment to catch his breath and hide the pain.
Scooping up his glasses; he turned around, prepared for what was next. There he was, in all his glory, Dean Winchester stood in front of Castiel, looking down on him like some mutt. There was a shit-eating grin gracing his face, and his eyebrows were pulled together in a sneer. Dean's cheeks and ears were tinged pink, almost making him look like an ethereal felony.
"So, Cas, got anything interesting for lunch today?" Dean's voice rang out in the hallway, successfully silencing anyone in range. Everyone gathered around in a small half-circle, prepared for the inevitable. Whenever Dean would speak to Castiel, everybody would gather around, excitement at the thought of a fight buzzing through the group.
Castiel pushed his nervousness down and shrugged carelessly, "Oh you know, a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Some of your mom's homemade apple pie too." Castiel ground out, letting his voice take on a character of its own. It was deeper than usual, with a touch of gravel to it. To him, it sounded menacing, but he knew to Dean it probably sounded pathetic. He couldn't bring himself to care.
He knew the mom talk would hit a chord with Dean, and it showed briefly on the jocks face. A flash of pain showed in his emerald green eyes, before they hardened once again. A shocked gasp went through the crowd, nobody ever messed with Dean's family. There was a story that one kid mocked his brother, and he never showed up to school again. People speculated that Dean killed him, but Castiel just assumed the kid transferred out of fear.
It was a second before Castiel had a reply, "oh, were you gonna share that with your boyfriend?" Dean winked at Castiel, feigning confidence as he tried to recover from the comment. Castiel smirked, knowing what to say next.
"Does that imply you are my boyfriend? 'Cause boy, does that make me disappointed." Castiel shot back, not letting the wink affect him. Castiel thought maybe Dean would reply with something to the effect of not being gay, but that didn't happen.
Instead, Castiel was punched squarely in the jaw, head snapping back and body falling against his open locker. A shout and gasps erupted from the large group around them as Castiel fell to a sitting position. He looked up to see Dean towering over him. A timid hand went to his cheek as Castiel hissed at the stinging pain; he most definitely did not expect that.
Dean looked absolutely terrifying, fists clenched, cheeks bright red, chest heaving with deep breaths. He looked as though he would spout fire from his mouth at any moment. There was almost a literal dark cloud over Dean's head, shadows casted across his face made him look like he was in a scary movie. Dean's fist looked to be bleeding, where he split his knuckles on Castiel's face. Somehow, it made the whole thing very surreal.
Castiel was legitimately scared. He knew that if Dean wanted to, he could beat the living pulp out of Castiel. A football player against a small nerd was no competition. He has seen Dean on the playing field, has seen him take down two people with no problem at all. It was safe to say that Castiel was in trouble. Dean reached down and grabbed a handful of Castiel's collar, yanking him to his feet.
He stood unsteadily on his feet, one hand clutching at Dean's sweater sleeve, the other reaching for something to defend himself with behind him. There was nothing, though, and he raised his other hand to try and push at Dean's chest. Dean's other hand came down quickly, giving a sharp and painful jab to Castiel's abdomen.
Immediately, Castiel was doubled over in pain, both hands clutching at his stomach. He could feel bile rising in his throat, mixed with blood. His body screamed in pain, stomach churning unsteadily. Already, Castiel could feel a large bruise beginning to bloom. He could feel a yelp of pain rise in his throat, but he hurriedly swallowed it down, not wanting to show how hurt he was.
A less-than-gentle hand slipped into his unruly hair, and he was yanked up once again to look Dean in the eye. They were face to face, so close Castiel could feel the pure fury coming off of Dean in waves of heat. Castiel could see every detail of Dean's face; his freckles, his eyelashes, even the split lip he was given the last game. "Don't ever say that to me again. In fact, don't even talk about me or my family." Dean said, his voice threateningly low so that only Castiel could hear it.
Castiel gulped back the rising blood, trying to contain his fear. He nodded shakily, hands still resting on his stomach, trying to protect himself from another jab. Dean pushed Castiel once more into the locker, laughing at the sight of him on the floor. He gave Castiel one more dirty look, before he turned away. Walking with swagger, he made a grand exit.
As soon as he was out of sight, people dissipated, and Castiel spit blood into his hand. "Are you okay?" A voice asked above him, and he looked up to see a girl with her hair on fire. Everything was blurry, and Castiel's vision swam as he tried to focus on the girl in front of him. He recognized her as Charlie Bradbury, geek student and best friend to Dean Winchester. It was a wonder why she was there talking to Castiel, considering her relationship with said bully.
She kneeled down, holding a tissue in her hand and gingerly patting the side of Castiel's mouth. He tried to weakly push her away, muttering, "Please, I don't want to be in more trouble with him." She tutted at him, firmly planted in place. She continued dabbing at his mouth, wiping off what Castiel assumed was blood.
"Oh, please, if he has something to say about this, he will have to go through me." The tone she used was serious, but it was presented in a joking manner. She sighed, more to herself than anything, "I hate when he does this. He doesn't mean it; you know? Sometimes he just loses control of himself." Charlie shook her bright red hair, staring down at her hands.
Castiel got the feeling she wasn't really meaning to say this, only trying to comfort him in some way. He put a gentle hand over hers, patting it reassuringly. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and gave a grateful smile. He understood that there was more to the story than what he saw, but he knew now was not the time to ask.
It probably wouldn't ever be the time to ask. Castiel was interested, but he knew it was none of his business. Besides, Dean would have his ass if Charlie told a secret he didn't want getting out. He rose to his feet, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He gathered up what he could of his locker, trying to make it as neat as possible.
He got the feeling Charlie wasn't going to leave anytime soon, so he looked sideways at her, watching her on the ground. She fiddled with the bloody tissue, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Once the locker was as clean as it was going to get, considered Castiel now had two broken shelves, he turned back to Charlie.
Offering his clean hand, he helped Charlie to her feet. He nodding his thanks to her, offering a small smile. She returned the gesture, looking a little more comfortable than she had a few minutes ago. He mumbled something about washing his hands and turned to leave. "I'll see you later, Castiel." She said in a small voice. It was odd for him, hearing her in such a manner. Usually she was loud and bright, very exuberant. But now she seemed like a scolded child.
He walked away slowly, allowing her time to stop him but all she did was stare at his back. He knew she wanted to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to listen about Dean any longer. He didn't know what he felt about Dean, sometimes hatred for how he treated Castiel. But he could also see a tender side whenever Dean was with his kid brother, Sam.
Castiel's feelings were confusing the hell out of him. The guy had just beaten him up for chrissakes. He hated what he had said to Dean, feeling sick at thinking about it again. He had really stuck a chord with Dean. Sure, he had been hit a few times, but never like this. The pure fury that Dean was giving off was enough to make Castiel's hair stand on end. Luckily, there were no teachers around that time, so hopefully neither of them would get in trouble.
Yeah, he was angry at Dean for what he had done to him, but he couldn't help but feel the sadness Dean always seemed to emit. Castiel didn't think anyone else noticed, but Dean was almost crying for help with his body language every time Castiel saw him. Hell if Castiel was going to do anything about it though. It wasn't his problem! Dean could deal with his problems like an adult like the rest of us.
Castiel felt a strong headache coming on, and put a hand to his forward. He groaned in annoyance, deciding it was probably best to go home and lay low. He made his way to the nurse, keeping his head low as he walked. A few of Dean's crew catcalled at him, calling him names and throwing paper balls at him. Castiel could easily ignore it though, and kept to himself.
He greeted the nurse once he arrived, successfully feigned illness (which wasn't hard considering he looked like crap) and left school with ease. He walked up to his corvette, seeing the black Chevy parked a few spaces down. He could see someone inside, moving around. Loud music was coming from the car, and Castiel tsked his displeasure.
Opening his door, he slipped inside and started up the engine. He put the car into reverse and backed out with ease. When he drove past the Chevy, he looked inside to see Dean staring angrily at his steering wheel. He clicked his tongue, thinking about how Dean must be feeling.
Castiel wondered if he felt guilty for what he had done, although knowing Dean, it wasn't likely. He turned back to his driving, and pulled away from the school. The drive home was uneventful, and soon enough he was in front of his own house.
It was a small thing, although he would guess that others would think it was big. He could remember the red siding of his old house, before his parents died. That house was nearly the size of a mansion, and was so big Castiel would get lost from time to time. That was a long time ago, however, and the brown siding and blue window sills looked nothing like that memory.
This house was boring, no decorations other than a few pictures on the walls. Most of the walls were painted white, kept as plain and simple as possible. There were three rooms and two bathrooms. Anna had a room to herself, along with a connected bathroom. That bathroom was also connected with Gabriel's room, who shared with Samandriel.
Castiel had his own room in the attic, and while it was small and fairly simple, it was home to him. He kept a cat up with him, a small timid thing that honestly reminded him of himself. When Castiel let himself through the front door, he was immediately attacked by the fluffy gray thing. "Hey Tinkertoes, nice to see you too." He said, his voice low and soft as he spoke.
He laughed endearingly and picked her up, putting her on his shoulder. She curled around his neck and purred content. He climbed the stairs, hiding himself away in his room. He collapsed onto the bed with the cat on top of him. Easily, he sunk into the comfortable mattress and felt himself slip away.
Being completely worn out, he thought one small nap couldn't hurt a bit. So he slept, curled around his cat. His body ached with pain, and his head was throbbing but other than that, he was okay.