Summary: AU. Can Dean and Castiel escape their broken homes? They may have to get their siblings out too. Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel in later chapters. PLEASE REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. *Snuggles up to cookie tin*.

TALES FROM ANOTHER BROKEN HOME

CHAPTER TWO: HOW WE COPE

Dean awoke in John's arms. John did want that yesterday, and it hurt…a lot. Dean could feel the dry blood still on him and he shuddered. He felt sick, sick with himself and sick with John. He wanted to move and shower his stain of sex and blood away but John's grip was like a vice.

"Dad…?" Dean whispered, "I have school."

"Good boy." John replied as he stirred, kissing Dean's shoulder, "I'll see you when you get home."

Dean shuddered and climbed out bed, limping towards the bathroom since he hurt so bad. Last night's events played over and over as he showered, and he tried so hard to clean the stain of rape away but he couldn't.

John's breathing is heavy on his neck as he puts Dean through another night of abuse. Dean's hands clench the bed sheets tight and tears fall from his eyes as his drunken father uses him like this. Dean's his bitch and he knows it all too well.

Dean broke into tears and collapsed in the shower stall, scrubbing his skin the best he could.

"Dean?" Sam's newly breaking voice sounded through the door, "Are you done? I need to get ready for school…"

"Sorry, Sammy!" Dean called, wiping his eyes and taking deep breaths, "I'll be two minutes."

Quickly getting dried and dressed, Dean left the bathroom, smiling weakly at Sam before hugging him tight.

"I do love you, Sam." He whispered, kissing the boy's head, "Remember that."

"I love you too, Dean…" Sam said, surprised at the sudden words that had escaped his brother's lips and he hugged Dean back.

Castiel sat at the breakfast table with Gabriel, a badly beaten Lucifer limping over to the refrigerator while Michael sat in complete silence. As usual, their father wasn't there, still in his study where he practically lived, and had since their mother died.

"Lucifer, you can't go to work looking like that." Gabriel said, "Please…"

"I gotta go, Gabe." Lucifer said softly, "I can't take another day off or I'll be fired again."

"Lucifer…" Castiel finally said, "Please listen to us…"

"I know you guys are concerned and believe me I'm grateful that someone gives a fuck, but I have to go. I can't take another beating like that…it'll kill me." Lucifer said with a sigh, "It really will."

Castiel stood up and wrapped careful arms around Lucifer so as not to hurt him and kissed his cheek.

"Please try not to enrage our father…" he whispered, "I can't hear him beat you anymore…and I can't hear you laugh about it anymore."

Lucifer nodded and kissed Castiel's forehead.

"Love you, my brother."

"Love you, Lucifer."

Dean and Castiel sat in the dining hall with Sam (who was in his first year) and their friends, Crowley, Becky, Chuck and Anna.

"So, Darling…" Crowley began as he moved closer to Anna, "Your place or mine tonight?"

Anna slipped her hand into Crowley's and squeezed it.

"My parents are away for the week…" She said softly.

Crowley's eyebrows waggled and he leaned forward and kissed her lips gently.

"I like the sound of that one, my dear." Crowley smirked, winking at her before taking a drink of water.

Under the table, Dean and Castiel brushed fingers, just letting each other know that they were there. They weren't dating or anything, just really good friends who'd been through everything with each other…well…Dean hadn't told anyone about his deal with John, but otherwise he shared his other secrets with Castiel, who also shared his secrets.

"So, Dean are you coming to the bowling alley after school?" Chuck asked, gulping when Becky slid her hand up his thigh.

"Uh, no…I gotta help my dad with fixing up the shed in the backyard." Dean said looking away from the others and brushed his fingers with Castiel's again who gripped them a little before releasing them.

"Please open up to me…" Castiel thought as he looked at Dean, "Let me help, Dean…I know something's wrong."

Dean looked at Castiel, turning away and drinking the last of his water.

"I gotta go and finish some homework," he mumbled as he stood up, "I'll see you guys later."

No-one said a word as Dean got up and left the table. Sam looked so concerned it made Castiel's chest hurt.

"He's okay, Sam." Castiel assured him, "Don't worry."

Sam just nodded and returned to his salad, worried sick about what was happening with his big brother.

"Dad…please!" Dean cried, gripping the pillows beneath him, "Stop!"

"Dean, Dean, Dean…you really are like your mother y'know…she was so beautiful just like you." John whispered as he abused his son.

Dean turned his head away and sobbed into the pillows, only to feel John's lips against his neck. He hated this so much…he just wanted to kill himself. He couldn't though, he had to keep Sam safe. If Dean wasn't there to go through this then John would take it out on Sam, and Dean could not deal with Sam going through what he was enduring now. No way in Hell was Sammy going through this.

"Let me hear you, Dean."

The brilliant actor that Dean had become now had to shine through…

Castiel lay on his bed on his stomach as Lucifer and Gabriel tended to the viciously painful lashes on his back.

"Thank God it's Saturday tomorrow, Cassie…you couldn't have gone to school like this." Lucifer said, wincing when Castiel groaned in pain.

"It's…okay for you…to work though…isn't it?" Castiel forced out, gasping when Gabriel applied the anti-septic spray, "Oh God…"

"Shhh," Gabriel said softly, "Sorry, Cas. It's okay, that's the worst of it."

The brothers bandaged the youngest Novak up and covered him half up with the bed sheets.

"Sleep now, Castiel." Lucifer whispered, leaving Gabriel and Castiel in their shared bedroom alone.

Gabriel kissed Castiel's head lightly and climbed into his own bed, turning the lights out and trying to sleep.

Castiel meanwhile didn't sleep a wink, he just prayed for it all to end.

John had finally finished and he kissed Dean's cheek.

"Good boy, Dean." He whispered, "I love you."

"Night, Dad." Dean replied, unable to say anything else to his father.

Keeping his eldest son held close, John drifted to sleep while Dean cried silently into his pillows, praying for it all to end.

Would it ever end?

-TBC-

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