The Break Away : Destiel

It was about five o'clock in the afternoon, November 20th, the day before Cas and the entire Heavens High school was released to go back to their families for the holidays. It was, not only this, but it was also Cas's birthday, though Cas was not excited. The wet leaves falling from their tall aspiring white and almost bare trees. They were almost as sturdy as mountain and yet could be chopped with a simple axe. There in that idealistic scene where he would have sat silently to ponder he was quickly surrounded by the football team. His old team mates and they were not happy.

"Do you think you're better than us Castiel?" Raphael said, his fists cracking against his palms. It was Michael's posse, of course Michael not wanting to get involved. Cas was sure that their leader was dealing with trying to convince his brother Lucifer to join the team after Jeho left as their coach. The reason Cas had left, he was not going to toke up on roids like the rest of the team had already begun to do. He knew it was cheating and he did not enjoy dealing with such problems, he wanted to be able to choose and he knew his team wouldn't allow that, so he quit.

Leaning back against the tree, he played with the edges of his trench coat. Should he take it off, where they going to try to fight him? Would he even stand to win? He began trying to calculate a way to get out of this situation.

Cas coughed for a moment, the icy scratching the back of his dry throat as he said, "I never stated I was better than anyone, and if that is what you perceived when resigned, I wish to apologize for that was never my intention."

"What if Uriel gets sick or injured?" Raphael said as he took a step closer. "You said you would take his place on the field. You know you're are best back up Halfback, what's with you leaving us?"

"I-I" Castiel stuttered. He wasn't sure what to say at this point. He knew the answer to his question was at a lost cause. How could he even explain his position with even silently and accidentally imply how he felt he didn't enjoy their drug habits. How Dean and Sam had shown him the destructive parts of drugs? He didn't want his free will taken away because he decided to get addicted to something.

Castiel's thoughts stopped spinning immediately as he was picked up by the collar, his tie twisting backwards as he struggled on the large hand gripping at his throat. He gasped looking at them all, they almost seemed to be glowing as they stood their in their white leather varsity jackets, the sunsetting at their backs. Feeling his back get slammed against the white bark of crab apple tree, it's dark red leaves shedding around them.

Flipping his legs up, he used his legs to promptly kick Raphael in the chest, before the two of them fell over, Cas now out of his grip, gasping for air. Rubbing his collar, he was forced back up by Uriel and the other team, his arms now wrapped around his back. Raphael, managing to stand up again rubbed his chest. "Just go tell the coach you change your mind and we'll let you go."

"I prefer to make my own choices Raphael," Cas said, his blue eyes stabbing into Raphael's dark black eyes.

Raphael then quickly yanked at his white shirt, Castiel's buttons tearing revealing his chest to the icy air to bring him closer, the scratch of the impact marking on his skin. As he was lifted, he blow was aimed towards his gut over and over. After a blow to his own head, Castiel finally woke up from the pain screaming at his jaw and raising his feet in the air kicked Raphael once again, making sure to land on his captors' feet to make the two football players back off. Ducking under Raphael's second grasp at his coat, he felt a kick to his back from another player until he heard on of the guys cry in pain, "My eyes!"

Feeling a hand grab at his bruise shoulder, he punched the captor in the chest making a familiar voice say ooph. Looking up, he blinked a few times, realizing it was Sam. Shocked, he followed him out, Sam making a whistling noise as Dean continued pumping a water gun filled with a strange red liquid into the football players eyes, shooting anyone who got too close to the two of them in the face.

The three of them sprinting off, they managed to sprint so far and fast that they hid themselves inside the school building in several different closets until finally they heard the Angels give up chasing them (with the help of one of Sam's hex bag stink bombs).

As the three of them went to the roof, Sam said, "I'm going to the cafeteria to get us some water. I'll be right back."

Nodding, the both of them laid on the open roof panting. The cold air now stabbing at his bruises, he could only see Dean sit up, shaking his arms for a second before dropping the water gun between the two of them.

Dean's green eyes looked over to Cas saying, "Are you nuts?"

Feeling a shove at his injured shoulder, Cas could only hiss as he flinched against the pain. Managing to shuffle himself up to a sitting position, he began to observe his injuries. Bruises were everywhere, but it didn't seem as if he broke anything. Of course, he was going to need to get to his own room and strip naked just to make sure.

"Didn't I tell you to be careful when you dropped out you stupid son of a bitch? What were you thinking? You didn't even tell me you were going to quit today!"

"I learned my opportunity to leave was ticking away. I was to either serve the Angels, or myself. And I certainly hadn't thought about tell you when I decided to take immediate action," Cas rebuttled. He didn't even realize there was blood dripping down his crack lip as he spoke.

Slamming the concrete ground with his fists, Dean growled, "Don't give me that crap! You have a cell phone. I've got a cell phone. You could have called me."

"I'm out of minutes!" Cas shouted.

Turning his head away, Castiel was just so pissed and in pain. He didn't want to hear all this shit from Dean. He knew he had been careless, he didn't need Dean to tell him that. His chest stinging in pain, his face burning as he shivered in the corner, trying to wrap his dirty and wet trench coat around his bare chest. Cas could only shiver in their silence, his skin prickling in the Autumn cold, the sun setting in front of them.

Feeling a giant heap of heat suddenly thrown in his lap, Cas observed the hamburger scented leather jacket now clumped there. Turning his head to say thank you to Dean, he saw Dean leaning against the railing watching the sun rising. His bright red and yellow gun, which had been laying between them hanging against a ratty, DIY duct tape holster he had made for against his tight. The dirt and blood streaks on his white t-shirt could not even make him seem any more blindingly stunning. Managing to stand himself up, he folded his trench coat, placing it in his pack before he put on the hot leather jacket.

Walking over the railing, he watched the sun set against the bright and brilliant wind blown leaves. Dean's warm hand resting in Cas's black hair, messing it up. Cas looked up at Dean into his gentle green eyes, a smirk looking down on him.

"Happy Birthday stupid."