WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND MUTILATION. It's in Italics, so it can be skipped over, but it is sort of needed for the story.
Cas sat up straight in his bed, his paper still on the desk. It had been a dream. Well, most of it was a dream. Castiel scowled at the report he'd written, before choosing to ball it up and throw it away. The look of disgust and horror on dream Dean's face was enough to make him regret writing about his past experience. Sure, he'd changed the names, but it didn't make him feel any better.
After a quick shower, Castiel headed downstairs to glare at his sister, who'd been mumbling on the phone. "Who're you talking to?"
Anna's eyes shot up to look at her brother's face, before mouthing "Inias."
Cas scowled. "What the hell does he want?"
"Castiel, please. Now isn't the time to pick a fight."
"Whatever. I'm going to school to tell my teacher I didn't do a paper he asked me to have in by this morning. I'm also considering dropping out all together, because I'll never be able to afford Dance School since, Inias, disowned his own son. Tell him I said thank you for that." Cas spat out bitterly, tugging his bag on his shoulder and darting out the door.
He didn't want to think of Inias, his father. The man had wronged his son greatly, and if he expected Castiel to forgive him? He had another thing coming. What type of man disowns his own son. What type of man hurts his own son.
Castiel strolled leisurely into Dean's classroom, glad his face would be unrecognizable to the man he'd danced with. He stopped at Dean's desk, clearing his throat, "Dean? I didn't do the paper you wanted me to because I suck at writing. I suck at history and math as well. It doesn't make sense to me. I wrote something, but I'm not ready to talk about what that was exactly, so if you could give me the period to write something else for you? I will, gladly. But I can not give you what I wrote originally."
Dean looked up, head pounding from the alcohol he consumed. "Oh? Alright Castiel. Since it's the beginning of the year, I'll let this one slide. You have until the bell rings to come up with something else for me, alright?"
Cas nodded rapidly, retreating to his seat to begin the paper that was due in a little under an hour. Cas barely even noticed his introduction to the class, too deep in writing to care. He considered the fact that maybe, this day in his life would go write. If nothing else, this day would be different than his dream of this day.
As the bell rang, Cas dropped his pencil, looking at the 4 pages he'd written about the Grimm brothers. Trotting up to Dean's desk, he pushed the papers towards the man. "I, have study hall next period and the period after, so if you need me to write something else I can. I told you I'm not good at English, Math, or History, but I tried and I did my best even if it isn't good enough for your class." Cas dropped his head, exiting the room quickly.
Dean barely had time to thank him as he hastily left his classroom. His mind was still stuck on Sam's text:
Dean, Found out about Castiel Novak. Gotta let you see this. Your place after work?
Dean hastily typed up a reply before getting down to business and reading Cas' paper.
Sure. See you there. Need to talk about Jo anyways.
Cas dropped in a vacant seat next to his new friend. His eyes wide and his lip trembling. He'd almost told Dean everything. He had no idea why he'd considered doing it. All he knew, was the look in Dean's eyes after reading it was haunting. Jo had been talking before he even caught on.
"My mom wants to talk to me about Dean and Sam. I don't know why, I mean they've been around my whole entire life and we've never talked about them before. They're family friends. Oh, you don't know Sam. That's Dean's younger brother." Jo rambled on, "Cas? CAS!" She half shook him to snap him out of his daze.
Catching her wrist, he flinched, turning ghost blue eyes on her "Please don't ever do that again. It makes me uncomfortable." he mumbled out, feeling a need to run from her, the school, Dean. Castiel made the decision then and there not to trust the man, no matter how his body reacted, they were just overactive teen hormones. Dean couldn't be trusted. He'd just be disgusted by Cas. Disgusted like everyone else. Cas had to remind himself these people didn't know. The only people who did were his old church (though it was more of a cult), his family, the police, and the doctor that was hired privately to help Castiel. No one knew, and Dean never would.
The day came to a slow end as Dean approached his home. It was left to him when John died. Parking his baby next to his brother's Prius, Dean hopped out, heading to the door. "Sammy?" he called out, jumping ten feet in the air when he saw his brother. "Whoa! SHIT, Sam. Don't do that!" He placed a hand over his chest in an attempt to calm his sparatic heartbeat. "What did you need to show me?"
Sam snickered at the fact he frightened his brother, before his face fell. Dean had always been pretty straight forward. Walking in to the living room, Sam took a seat, watching his brother warily. "I hope you've got some beer or something, Dean, because I've never seen anything like this. I was so shocked I ran it twice. It came back the same."
Dean furrowed his brow, snatching the papers Sam held in his hand "Beer's in the fridge."
Sam opened his mouth, before closing it again, retreating to the kitchen faster than what would be deemed necessary.
Police Report:
June 15, 2011
Police arrived to an emergency call from Gabriel Novak. The address given was 7834 Destiny Road. Angel's Church resides at this address. Upon arrival victim, Castiel Novak, was chained from the ceiling with body mutilation in the words"Sinner" "Fag" and "Devil's Spawn" scrawled into his chest. The victim was not conscious. The victim was transported to Lebanon General Hospital for treatment, where it was discovered the child was missing for 3 months. The brother of the victim told police they'd followed the father of the victim to the church where he'd found Castiel. Bank reports show the father, Inias Novak, had been paying the accused ringleader, Raphael Moore, to abduct, torture, and cleanse his son. The father gave up all rights to Castiel Novak, where Gabriel Novak legally adopted him. Angel's Church is now under investigation, and both Inias Novak and Raphael Moore have been charged with: Child endangerment, Child abuse, Child negligence, and Attempted man slaughter. Raphael Moore received thirty (30) years in prison. Inias Novak posted bail at one million, two-hundred thousand dollars.
Case: Active.
Dean looked through the pictures of Castiel and the wounds inflicted upon him. He'd read through personal testimony from his brother and sister, and testimony from Castiel himself. Dean finally understood why Castiel's eyes looked so vacant, so distant. "Shit. Sammy, grab me the bottle of whiskey out the fridge."
Sam trotted over to his brother, their expressions matching, and presented him the bottle he requested. "I can see why he bothered you. Poor kid's been through hell. If you keep reading, and you get to the therapy reports, he tried to kill himself, to make his father happy. I mean, it seems like you can relate-"
Dean's eyes shot up, flashing through emotions before they could be determined. "Relate? I can relate? I can't relate to what he's been through. Yeah, John dumped us on our ass, but he never had us fucking kidnapped. He never had us beaten or branded because of our sexuality. I can't relate, Sam. Don't fuckin' say that."
"That's not what I meant by relate, if you would've let me finish you ass. I meant he wanted to make his father proud. No matter what he did, he wanted to make that monster proud. Like you, Dean. You wanted to make Dad proud. Even when you couldn't or it wasn't your fault you tried." Sam huffed.
"What do I do, Sammy? The kid needs help."
"You help him, Dean. I don't know if telling him 'Hey my brother's a lawyer and he read through your record. You need help and I wanna help you' is really the way to go, but offer him help, in school, or just to talk when he needs it. He's seventeen and he's been damaged. Horribly. Try and help him out. He needs it from what you've told me."
Dean nodded, downing his third glass of whiskey. "Help doesn't even begin to cover it. He needs constants and guidance and a confidant."
"Be that for him. No one else will. No one else know." Sam sighed.
"I'll try."
"So, what about Joanna?"
Dean gulped, paling a little "She's our sister."
A/N: I'm on a roll with this story. YES THE LAST CHAPTER HAD A DREAM SEQUENCE IN IT. :3
I know. I'm a mean person. Anyways, this is what REALLY happened the next day. Clearly It was needed.
Like I said, there is a song to this fic. It's Outlaws of Love by Adam Lambert. If you listen to it? It might help you understand where this is going. :)
ALSO: It was mentioned of another fic similar to mine and I'd just like to say, This is different. This will end differently, the events are going to play out, differently, and a lot of it will be Castiel's lack of trust and Dean trying to gain it. There won't be any destiel lovin' for a while because they have to work up to it and Cas will be 18 before they fornicate, unless in another dream sequence..
Reviews would be lovely, thanks for reading. 3