My Angel

by superawesome123282

Dean had a troubling childhood, and his father is abusive. He has no friends, and therefore no one to trust. But when he becomes friends with Cas (The boy Dean has loved for the last 4 years of his life) Dean realizes that he doesn't have to live life alone. Rated M for Violence, Abuse, Death, Depression, Cutting, and Suicide

2. Chapter 2: Friends

After that fateful day walking home from school, Dean and Cas grew closer every day. They eat lunch together, they hang out between classes, every chance they get, they are together. Dean walks home with Cas every day, even if it adds 20 minutes to his walk. They begin to trust each other more than anyone else. They share secrets, they lend each other things, they hung out almost every weekend.

- 6 months later -

"Dean?" Cas said, one bright afternoon. They were sitting under an oak tree in Cas's backyard. "What Cas,?" Dean replied. "You trust me, right?" Cas said. Dean looked at him perplexed. "Of course..?" Cas smiled. "Can I ask you a question?" Dean smiled back, "Sure Cas" Cas's smile faded. "Why do we only hang out at my house? You claim your dad doesn't like visitors, but I know there's something else going on." Dean looked at Cas, confused. "There's nothing else. He just doesn't like visitors." "Dean," Cas looked worried, "You are a terrible liar. Please, what's going on."

Dean faltered. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it as if contemplating what to say. After doing this a couple times, he finally spoke.

"When I was 4, my mother was killed. A murderer snuck into my house and lit the nursery on fire. My dad was a drinker beforehand, but afterwards? Every night he was either at the bar, passed out, or both. He abused me for years, mentally and physically. He told me that both of their deaths were my fault." "Both?" Cas said, confused. Dean looked like he was holding back tears.

"The night my mom died, my dad told me to take my brother, Sam, and run. I was frozen in place, I didn't know what to do. When I finally made my way to Sam's room, it was too late. The flames blocked the door, I wouldn't be able to walk through without killing myself. So I made the decision that has haunted me, my memories, my dreams! I ran out of the house. Sammy died that night. I have never regretted anything more in my life." Cas was tearing up. But Dean, he started bawling. He laid his head on Cas's shoulder and cried. Cas normally didn't like people on him, but Dean was in such a bad state, he let it go. They sat for a long time while Dean unloaded all the stress that he kept bottled up in his life, because for the first time in his life, he had someone to trust, someone to get help from, a friend.