Summary: AU. Castiel is thrown out onto the streets for being gay, and he is saved from trouble by a man who lives in an apartment in the city. He starts a new life with this man, and finally finds what he's always wanted. He finds love. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

A/N: This will probably become PWP. I have imagery playing in my head for it already!

Anyway, hope you enjoy. This will probably not go past ten chapters, but I hope you enjoy!

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A New Life for Me

Chapter One

"I don't allow fags in my house, Castiel! Get out!"

Castiel could still hear his father's words, how cold and cruel they were. They echoed in his head like a thunderstorm, sending him into a whirlwind of confusion as he stumbled weakly through the streets of Sioux Falls, not knowing where to turn or who to go to. He had no-one left in the world. He was completely alone. He was just eighteen and already abandoned by his father. He rested against a wall, hearing a gruff voice behind him that immediately frightened him. He wasn't built to live on the streets. He was an easy target, vulnerable and weak, and he was terrified of what this man could want of him.

"You lost, sweetheart?" He asked, Castiel gasping and spinning around to come face to face with a guy who was a damn sight bigger than him, both in height and build, "I can give you a place to stay for the night."

Castiel began to back away but the guy grabbed his arm, his eyes growing wide and fearful like a rabbit in headlights as he was pulled into the alley. What was going to happen to him? Was he going to be beaten? Raped? Murdered? Kidnapped? He just didn't know and he could feel himself panicking, his body growing hot as he shivered with fright.

"Hey!" Came another voice, Castiel closing his eyes at the mere worry of another person being involved in whatever they were going to do, "Put him down, buddy, before you get hurt."

"Oh, and what are you gonna do?" The man who held Castiel asked, immediately clapping a hand over the boy's mouth, "Scream, boy, and I'll kill you."

"Put him down, or I'll kick your ass from here to next week." The other man said, stepping forward to reveal a crowbar, the man holding Castiel dropping him and running off in the other direction.

Castiel sank to the floor through the shock of what had happened to him, the man moving closer to him and putting the crowbar down on the ground, kneeling by his side.

"Y'alright, kid?" He asked, Castiel taking one look at him and seeing the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen in his life.

The shade of green was so stunning and unique that Castiel found himself getting lost in it, and as dark as the night was, they stood out so beautifully. Why was this man helping him? He was a fag, he didn't deserve help.

"Th-thanks..." He whispered, the man before him taking his hand and helping him to his feet.

"What are you doing out here at this time of night?" The man asked, "Your parents worried?"

"Uh...I.."

Castiel looked to his feet and bit his lip, the shock of what had happened on that day getting the better of him and breaking him. He started to cry.

"You got kicked out, right?"

Castiel looked up at the man who had a sympathetic look on his face, a small smile gracing it which Castiel didn't quite understand. Why was this man smiling? Why was his smile so beautiful?"

"I know how you feel, kid." He replied, "You got anywhere to stay?"

Castiel shook his head.

"What's your name?"

"C-Castiel..."

The man didn't seem threatening and he seemed as though he genuinely wanted to help him. He wasn't sure whether to trust him or not. After what had just happened to him, he knew he'd find it difficult.

"Alright, Castiel." The man replied, "My name's Dean."

God, the way his name rolled off of the man...no...Dean's tongue made Castiel shiver where he stood. Dean reached out to touch him but Castiel flinched, Dean raising his hands in surrender.

"Easy, Cas..." He said softly, the nickname comforting Castiel somewhat, "Easy, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Just...you're cold, you're weak..."

Castiel coughed and Dean winced at the sound.

"You're sick?"

"J-just a cold..." Castiel replied, Dean sighing in response.

"That ain't gonna clear up if you're sleeping out here, Cas." He said, Castiel still shying away from him, "Look, if you don't wanna stay with me, that's okay. I can help you find somewhere...just...I can give you a hot meal, a bath and a comfortable bed for the night."

Castiel looked up as more tears fell down his face, Dean sighing and picking up the crowbar. Castiel flinched, Dean holding the crowbar away from him and raising a hand again.

"It's alright, Cas. It's alright, I swear, I'm not going to put a finger on you, okay?" He said quietly, watching the boy shiver as he whimpered, hiding his face against the alley wall, "C'mon. We need to get you warm."

Castiel turned slowly, Dean walking away slowly and listening out for the boy's footsteps following him. Castiel needed to think. Was this safe? Of course it wasn't, but Castiel had that feeling that Dean wanted to help him. Why someone would want to help someone like him was unknown to Castiel, but he felt cold and hungry, and he sure as hell was tired.

"Dean?"

Dean turned, watching Castiel make his way forward slowly.

"Th-thank you, Dean." He whispered, Dean smiling softly in response.

"No problem." He replied, "C'mon. It's not far from here."

After a hot meal of spaghetti and meatballs and an amazing hot bath, Castiel had settled to sleep on Dean's couch. They'd talked about Castiel's situation, but Castiel had refrained from telling Dean the real reason why he was kicked out. He'd said he and his dad had always argued, and that day must've been the last straw. Dean knew.

Dean could read the kid like a book. He looked the same has Dean had ten years before when his father had thrown him out for being gay. He'd been the same age as Castiel was now. Dean's real family were dead and his adopted father couldn't take the fact that Dean had the hots for guys. Dean felt for Castiel. He could sympathise and understand because he'd been raped on his first night on the streets. Luckily for him, he was taken in by a man named Bobby Singer who gave him a job and helped him get his own place.

But Dean's sleep was disturbed by a sniffling sound, and he sat up only to see Castiel standing by his bed, looking completely lost with tears streaming down his face. The tears sparkled in the moonlight that seeped through the gap in the curtains.

"Cas?" He asked, "What's wrong?"

"I...I had a nightmare..."

It sounded so childish, but Dean knew what the nightmare would be about and he sighed, pulling the boy to sit on his bed.

"M-my father was deeply religious." Castiel cried, "Didn't think twice about throwing me out for 'sinning'."

"What did he class as sinning?" Dean asked, Castiel swallowing thickly in response.

"B-being gay."

Castiel stared at the older man who just beckoned him closer, pulling him into an embrace and holding the trembling boy in his arms. He knew just how that felt. He knew how it felt to be made to think you were a dirty, tainted, disgusting excuse for a human being. He had to admit that Castiel was the most beautiful boy he'd laid his eyes on in a long time. But he was so much younger and clearly very traumatised and frightened. It wouldn't be right to try anything or to do anything.

"C-Can I stay here?" Castiel asked, "In your bed, please?"

"Cas..."

"I just...I need to be held..." Castiel whispered, "Please, Dean...you're the only one who's shown me kindness for a long time. M-my schoolmates never spoke to me...I-I've felt so alone for so long now..."

Dean's heart broke for the kid. How could anyone not like this boy? He was sweet, gentle, and he hated putting people out of their way if they offered to do something for him. So Dean just pulled the covers back, let Castiel crawl in beside him and keeping him held close. He turned over to check the clock, hearing a whimper in response to his release of the young boy who lay facing the window on the left of Dean's bed.

"I'm here, Cas." The older man whispered, "I'm still here."

"H-hold me..."

Dean did.

-TBC-

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