DEAN:
Dean Winchester was wrapped around a mountain of covers, snoring gently into his pillow and Completly oblivious to how his life was going to be tipped upside down in just a few hours.
BEEPBEEP
Dean wildly flailed his arms to an attempt to shut the offending noise up. It took at few tries before he finally hit the snooze button, rolled over and promptly fell back asleep. In his defence, it was the weekend.
CASTIEL:'
'UP UP!' Castiel's beautiful mother Naomi screamed at him 'Why the hell are you still you bed, you ungrateful brat!'
She grabbed his dark locks in her fingertips and dragged castiels head down to the floor forcefully, until he was kneeling beside his bed.
'Just remember this castiel, you are the reason for your father leaving.' She hissed quietly, clutching his face with her talon fingernails 'You are an utter discrace to this families name. You are never going to be a proper slytherin'
She turned on her heel and stalked out, slamming the door behind her
castiel, who was still kneeling on the hard unforgiving floor of his bedroom, slowly dragged himself off the flood and he shuffled the bathroom, slowly massaging his head.
As soon as he turned on the light, he grimaced. He had dark red scratched down the left of his face, some still oozing blood.
Grabbing a tissue he gently wetted it, under the tap and dabbed it on his wound
After it was Completly clean, he rubbed an anaesthetic cream gentlly, wincing when it stung his wounds
At least these are'nt going to scar, castiel thought dubiously.