Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, all credit to the creators of Supernatural.
Mornings were always slow. From the time you wake up to the time it takes to get down stairs, all you want to do is crawl back into bed and get lost in the warmth and comfort of sleep. That small comfort that could bring you release even in the darkest of times, when you feel like the world is just crashing and burning around you.
For Castiel Novak, this wasn't just in the morning. All he had ever wanted to do was just melt into the shadows, for no one to notice he was even there, and not many people did notice. But there were times when he wanted them to.
His parents had died in a train crash when he was just a baby and now his family consisted of his brothers Michael, the oldest at 24 and basically the leader of the family (according to him) Lucifer who no one but Castiel knew was a drug dealer and spent most of his nights getting high with his stoner buddies and Gabriel, who most people referred to as the trickster (and for good reason) and his sister Anna, the only girl of the family and the one Castiel was closest to.
For most people, high school was okay but for Castiel, this was not the case. From the moment he stepped through the doors of Lawrence High in his freshman year, he was mocked and he never really had the chance to make a single friend. With his strange dress sense, which mostly consisted of a worn out tan trench coat, a white dress shirt with a blue tie and dark pants, it was considered social suicide if you were even seen with him.
No one noticed him; they didn't notice the misery in his eyes or the way he walked with his head down. They especially did not notice the scars that were spread across his wrists and forearms. There is a reason he hardly ever takes off his trench coat. He had been sent to numerous therapists and given a whole bunch of medication, even Anna had tried to comfort him with her kind words of encouragement, "Don't give up Castiel" she would say "We all love you" but he would just look at her with his blue eyes filled with sorrow, wanting with all his heart to believe her.
Once it had taken almost a whole day for his brothers to wonder where he had run off to, and even then it was his sister who had found him lying on the floor of his room, the white carpet stained crimson. There were a few times after that until Castiel realized that there was really no point to it all, the days spent in the hospital, countless sessions with different therapists and Anna looking at him like he might break at any moment. All he ever thought about, shut up in his small room atop the stairs, after another day of teasing, being beat up and general mockery, was 'If I die now, would anyone notice?'
'Will there ever be someone here to save me?'
Dean Winchester was a completely different story. Full of fire and energy, well muscled and very good-looking he was adored wherever he went. He never knew what it felt like to not be loved, his parents Mary and John were there for him no matter what he decided to do and he felt like he could tell them anything. Well, almost anything.
Never once had he thought about what it was like to have no one there to support you through the hard times in your life, when would he have to? To Dean, his life was close to being perfect. But who is to say what is perfect?
Some might call him arrogant, self centered and he had even been called cold hearted before but none of these things bothered him because that was just who he was, carefree and rebellious he has never cared what other people have said about him.
Dean was what one would call popular, captain of the football team, constantly surrounded by people, and girls that were fawning over him just hoping to get him alone one day. He picked on the students he considered to be below him and never really thought anything of it; he was just having a bit of fun really, constantly craving attention.
His younger brother Sam was the light of his life (even though he would never in a million years admit to that) and he was the only person in the world he would show his softer side to. The kind and almost caring person that he was always hiding from everyone, even though Sam would tell him to stop being a bitch and give up his facade of being a jerk to everyone.
Dean wanted to show himself to someone, anyone he thought would listen to him, but whom could he tell? His friends who weren't really his friends but just hung around with him because he was popular and got all of the attention, no way. He couldn't remember the last time he had a real friend, actually, he never really had. There had never been someone besides Sam who he could really open up to him, who would be there to congratulate him when he won yet another a football game or comfort him when he had had another bad day, which were getting even more frequent these days.
If Dean was ever asked if he was okay, by his parents or by Sam, he would always say he was fine, tell them not to worry about him. Sam was hard to fool but Dean sometimes got away with it, he knew Sam better than anyone and most of all knew how to trick him. The truth is he was lonely, no matter how much love from his family or attention he got from all the people at his school,
He had always longed for more.
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