I got bored. Warning for rape/non-con


Castiel Novak was six when he and his family moved to Kansas, three doors down from the Winchester family. He was ten when he made friends with Sam, the younger brother, and thirteen when Dean acknowledged him for the first time. Dean and Sam became his friends, his first friends. With Lucifer and Michael as stand-in parents since his father had gone, and their strict rules, Cas had never really had friends.

Joining the high school that the Winchester brothers went to with Gabriel (one year his senior – the same as Dean) and Anna (two years his senior) had been a good choice, he belonged, he fitted in. He wasn't bullied like Michael and Lucifer had lead him to believe he would be – Dean looked out for Sammy, and by default, Cas. And Cas spent weekends slept over at the Winchester's and Sam often slept over his. For six years he and Sam solidified their friendship with secret handshakes, games where they pretended to be hunters and angels, and telling of secrets. And Sam and Dean were the closest people ever got to Cas, like family, like his family – an extension of anyway.

Just before summer there was a party at the Winchester's, John and Mary's wedding anniversary. Dean plied Sam and he with a few drinks and they spent the night gazing at the stars until dawn broke and Cas and Sam fell asleep on the hood of the Impala. When Cas woke, he was lying on the sofa with a blanket tucked over him and Dean placing a glass of water in front of him.

"Thanks, Dean." He stretched, his shirt riding up a little as he took the water and sipped it.

"You're welcome Cas, I thought you might have a bit of a hangover." Cas smiled a little fondly at the older boys concern and set the water down.

"I'm okay Dean. Thank you." He angled his wrist for a moment and looked at his watch. "Can you tell Sam that we're going out of town for a while, most of summer vacation actually – family stuff." He shifted a little uncomfortably. "I better go. We're leaving in two hours." Dean looked a little confused but nodded.

"Course. You'll be back before it ends though right?"

"Oh. Yes, I'm sure. I'll let Sam know." He smiled and drained the water, setting it down carefully on the table. "Thanks again for looking after me. Making sure I didn't get hurt." Dean smiled at him, running a hand through his hair.

"You're welcome, Cas. Any time." Cas waved as he left, running down the road to get to his house, where his family were ready to take him to visit his distant relations – Balthazar, Zachariah and Uriel. Cas' smile was one of the things Dean remembered over the summer when he wasn't there, ironic because Cas didn't smile for a long time after that.


Cas returned from visiting his family and texted Sam the day he got back. That day, the Winchester's were visiting their grandparents out of state and Cas decided to go for a walk around the neighbourhood.

He returned to his home in ripped clothes, blood sliding down the backs of his legs and grazes on his skin. He ignored Anna yelling at him to come for dinner, and sat in the shower until the water went cold, the pain in his body numbed by shock. He didn't tell them what happened, he couldn't find the words.


Sam went to see Cas the day after, and Anna opened the door.

"Is… Is Cas in, Anna?" Anna had always unnerved Sam and he couldn't quite pinpoint why. "He told me he got back yesterday but we were visiting relatives." He gave a small grin, nervous.

"He…" Her face darkened. "He's still asleep. Sorry Sam I… he didn't eat dinner last night I guess he's sick. Sorry." Sam nodded, worrying a little.

"Oh. Right. I'll call back tomorrow." Anna nodded, her eyes flashing with concern for her brother. "Thanks, Anna." She nodded again and closed the door before padding upstairs and to Cas' room.

"Castiel?" She called softly, opening the door and slipping inside, eyes adjusting to the semi darkness. Her sharp eyes picked out clothes on the floor, strategically folded and the fact that there was a slight trail of blood on the leg of his jeans. "Castiel?" Her voice caught a little. "Cas what's wrong?" He stirred and looked out from under the bedcovers, hair fluffy, dark shadows under his eyes.

"Nothing Anna." His voice was low, gravelly. "Go away." She came and sat on the edge of his bed, her hand gently resting on his shoulder.

"You would tell me if anything happened right?" She asked gently, rubbing circles in his skin. "if anything bad happened to you."

"Course. I just feel sick that's all." He replied softly, tugging the duvet around himself. "I'll be okay soon." He spoke to the air as Anna stood up.

"Okay. Well, I hope you feel better for school next Monday." He closed his eyes as though in pain and then nodded, tugging the duvet over his body.

"Me too. Thank you, Anna."


Monday came and Sam still hadn't seen Cas, despite best efforts to, but he was looking forward to seeing him at school. Dean had driven them Sam to school, normally he'd drive Cas too but today he hadn't shown up for his ride. Sam felt growing trepidation as he paced the halls and collected his timetable, itching to find out what lessons they had together.

The morning went by with no classes with Castiel and Sam hadn't seen him or heard from him for over a week. He closed his eyes for a moment when lunch came around just in case Cas magically appeared. He didn't. He didn't see Cas until late afternoon when he went to his history class. Dean was beside him and he could practically feel the agitation rolling off his older brother. He turned.

"Dean, seriously. I'm sure he's just been busy." He said softly, turning his eyes on Dean. Dean gave a sharp nod.

"It's not like Cas, though Sammy." He replied evenly, pausing by the classroom door. "I'll take you home later okay?" Sam nodded and gave a reassuring smile in Dean's direction.

"Sure." He stepped into the room and looked around for Cas, the smile sliding from his face when he saw his friend.

He looked awful.


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