A/N: Hi, new story! Really looking forward to taking this further and that you enjoy! Trigger Warning, self harm is present in later chapters and levels are child negect/abuse is dicussed.
Chapter 1
Cas walked along the halls, glancing at every corner; he had to be careful.
But no matter how hard he tried they always found him.
Dean, Azazel and Alastair. Every day they would get him, whether it's in a secluded stairwell or a backstreet ally. They would get him. He had tried to run but they'd always caught him. He would try to fight back, but they'd always win.
Today was no different. Darting down the corridors, nearly safe in class, then bam, a fist comes from nowhere and pummels him in the stomach. Castiel's arms were dragged behind him and he was bought face to face with Dean Winchester himself.
"Hi Cassie" he said mockingly "Just thought we'd say hello before last lesson" He brought his knee up into Cas' stomach causing him to double over again.
"Wouldn't want you forgetting us!" Azazel laughed in Cas' ear from behind. Cas struggled, trying to get free then Alastair started to chuckled as he came into Castiel's periphery, very close to him.
"There, there Novak,"" He cooed menacingly, running a finger along Castiel's jaw line,
"We're not going to hurt you!" he said sweetly as he smashed his palm into Castiel's nose followed by a sharp blow to the side of his face. Azazel let him drop to the floor where they gave him several kicks before sauntering off. Dean was the ring leader, but Alastair was the cruellest. Cas stumbled to his feet, wiping away the blood trickling from his nose before stumbling away.
Dean laughed with his mates. Served Novak right, always being a smug brat because he got good marks; they were just making sure he knew his place in the world; he needed to be taught that having a perfect life and that not everything could be bought with daddy's money or served to him on a silver plate by mummy's maid.
When Cas got home his parents were arguing. Again. He quietly removed slipped upstairs. He had finished all his schoolwork before tea. The meal was sat in icy silence. After he cleared the dishes he went back upstairs and read, escaping into a fantasy realm, a place where he was an adventurer, a hero, a hunter. He could save people. He could be strong. He could make a difference.
When Dean awoke Sammy was calling him for breakfast. He showered and got dressed before joining Sam for cereal. With Dad working all hours and Mum gone, it was mainly just the two of them before passing out. Novak had it easy. A loving mum and dad who were there for him and did things parents were meant to do like family game night, Sunday roast, hell, even making him a packed lunch!
Sam prodded him brought him out of his mind
"Bus is here," Sam chirped, still so full of innocence.