Dean lay on the old beaten up mattress shaking. It was another nightmare, except this nightmare was real. Dean's body was curled up in a ball and you could make out bruising on his neck and on his face. They looked fresh as though they were made only a few hours ago..Dean sat up in a instant. His eyes flashed open looking around the room his hair was drenched with sweat and the pain the radiated from his ribs was unbearable. He ripped the sheet away from him and looked at the tiny alarm clock on the brown bedside table. The time was five thirty.Shit,Dean though to himself he had to go to his new school in a little while and he wasn't looking forward to it.

Dean and his father John have been moving constantly around since John couldn't never find a job for himself. But lucky for him Dean's uncle had just passed away and he left John the house. The house was in a urban area. The outside of the house was a dark brown color with a large front lawn that had a long narrow pathway that led to the door. As for the inside it was just as my Uncle had left it.

It was perfect for my dad. It was dark and simple, with the t.v. In the living room and a sofa as well. Then a nice bathroom for himself and a shitty bathroom for Dean. Then finally a huge bedroom for John. As for Dean he had a small room with a queen size bed. Yep that was the house.

Dean got up and slowly crept out of his room seeing the empty beer bottles outside his dad's room. He went into the shower and cleaned up. As the water hit his skin he felt the burn on his arms. The razor marks that he made earlier were still deep enough to send pain through his body. He grabbed the razor blade he'd brought in with his underwear and cut where his father had kicked him making the bruising he had relax a little as the blade tore the skin. Dean gave a heavy sigh,I gotta cut deeperDean thought to himself. He took the razor blade away from the cuts on his ribs that now had blood running down his chest. He brought the blade up to his arms and cut.

The pain was sent surges of relief through Dean's body. He shut his eyes and let the blade do all the work. After a few seconds he stopped and looked down at the multiple numbers of cuts he had made. He leaned out of the shower and dropped the blade onto the sink counter top and let the hot water pour down onto his skin.

He heard a a small squeak come from outside the door. Oh no. Dean thought to turned the water off and quickly got dry. He held the towel close to him and slowly crept out of the bathroom. The hall was empty, Dean guess it was just a went to his room and quickly got changed. Putting on a long black shirt and a pair of jeans. He grabbed his school bag that lay beaten up on the floor and zipped it up and stuffed the notebooks into his bag. It was now six o'clock and school started at seven fifteen. He wanted to get there before his dad got up. Dean went down the stairs slowly making sure he didn't make a sound.

It was another year in high school that he didn't want to deal with. He wondered wether or not anyone would notice him. Dean walked into the main hallway of the high school and noticed the large trophy case that was on one of the walls. Dean walked by and saw all the trophy's that ranged from swimming to basketball. Dean held up his schedule. People that walked by whispered to each other, look at the new didn't really mind people talking about him like this he wasn't really a talking person.

"Hi,"a voice said behind him. Dean turned around and first saw the blue eyes. "Hi you must be the new kid, I'm Castiel," saying this he stuck out his hand for a hand shake. His skin was pale. "Hi.."Dean said. Dean looked Castiel from head to toe, he noticed how lean he was which made Dean smile a little bit because Castiel wasn't one of those muscle guys who only care about their body. No Castiel was different he was...Wait what am I thinking, Dean thought to himself. Dean was always into girls what the hell was he thinking. Dean smiled at Castiel and said stuttering, "I..um..I have to get to class," saying this Dean rushed off toward class leaving Castiel standing in the middle of the hall.