Chapter 3

Warnings: Swearing, self-harm, mild violence, underage drinking

AN: Sorry if this chapter is crap; it was really hard to write this for some reason, I have no idea where I'm going with this. Help? I was also thinking of writing a non-AU with heavy plot and hunting and all that, ideas? Thank you soooo much to all of you that are following this fic, a few of you are so nice to me I flail every time I read a new review, those of you who reviewed last chapter, I will ship you your very own Winchester! Those who review this one will get your very own Wiener Hut Alfie outfit! (Too soon?) Also, I have a fandom blog on tumblr, samandriel-the-wiener-hut-angel, I'd love love LOVE if you followed it and as always please review this fic, the reviews give me enough want to go on, because this is my first real fic and so far I'm pleased with the results Alright I'll stop rambling. On to the story…

They spent the rest of their afternoon catching up, Dean had moved around a lot, but they eventually ended up coming back to Kansas because of Bobby forcing them to have a reliable and responsible adult to take care of them when their real father could not. He talked about his passed hook-ups and inability to stay with one girl, which made Castiel frown. He also talked about how people have yelled at him for being a mute, even if it wasn't really his fault he couldn't talk.

"What's it like to move around so much?" Castiel asked him, having moved closer to Dean so he could see him write down what he wanted to say.

I don't really get to keep friends, but I guess that doesn't come as a surprise. Our dad is a drunk, and I end up taking care of Sam when Dad started to get violent, but we couldn't leave him, he was too far lost to be on his own. Bobby asked for us to move out here so he could keep an eye on us, he's the shop teacher at school, Mr. Singer.

Castiel read this, and frowned at the horrible truth that Dean has dealt with over the years since the death of his mother. His father turned into an alcoholic, leaving Sam and Dean to take care of themselves. "Dean, I'm sorry, that sounds awful. I would hate for that to happen to me. I don't know how you do it so effortlessly."

Who said anything about me taking it effortlessly? Dean started, frowning as he wondered why he was telling Castiel any of this. I don't know why I'm confessing this to you but…He pulled up his sleeves to reveal cuts and scars, he wasn't proud of it, no one would be.

"Dean I… my God, I had no idea." Dean frowned at Castiel's reaction, wishing he hadn't shown him.

Castiel caught sight of Dean's reaction and frowned, placing a hand on his friend's knee. "Dean, I don't think bad of you. Everyone has their breaking points, you just happened to reach yours." He frowned, continuing. "Even though I don't like it, I'm here for to help you if you need it Dean." Castiel smiled sincerely, meaning what he had said completely.

Dean smiled, he hadn't told anyone because he thought they wouldn't care, but Castiel was so easy to open up to, so he began to write again.

Back when I was fourteen, my dad had gotten completely shit faced drunk, and I had sent Sammy up to his room. Dad started waving a beer in my face, and before I knew it, I had joined him in being drunk. And the bad part was, I actually enjoyed it, I escaped my life for what seemed to be a few minutes before I threw up and passed out. I felt a little better about it, so I threw my life away. I started drinking with my dad, and of course he didn't care, he drank so much that he seemed to be a perpetual drunk. I thought I was invisible, that it wouldn't hurt me, until one day Sammy caught me drinking. He was heart-broken that I would stoop as low as our dad did. I was a mess until he finally told Bobby. It's partially why he moved us out here, not only was he afraid of how bad my dad would get, but to keep an eye on me. Since then, I've seen to take a new, unfortunate form of self-harm.

Castiel felt bad, he had no idea how bad Dean felt about the whole thing, no wonder he didn't talk at all. "Dean, I'm so sorry." He watched the other carefully, searching for signs of sadness or pain, but he was completely emotionless. How did he achieve that? "I'm here for you Dean, as I said. I promise." He gave Dean an encouraging smile, continuing to keep his eyes on him.

Dean was the first to take note of the staring contest they were having and turned away almost immediately. I'm sorry that I told you all that, I shouldn't have. He apologized, feeling as though he had just dumped all of his problems onto his renewed friend.

"Don't be, Dean," Cas smiled, telling him that it was completely okay that he let it out. "It's good for you to get your feelings out, Dean. Bottling them up like you've been doing leads to what you've done to yourself, or even worse." He kept himself from tearing up at the thought. "I don't want you to get to a lower point than you are already at."

Dean couldn't help but smile at that, he had never found someone that was genuinely concerned about his well-being. Thanks Cas, it really means a lot to me, really. It gave him courage to know that Castiel was here for him. He tried to get his voice to work, but it hurt from years upon years of misuse.

"T-t-thanks f-for l-letting-g me t-talk, C-Cas." Dean sputtered out, his voice rough and gravelly and quiet.

Castiel's eyes went wide like a dear caught in the headlights, processing what Dean had just said out loud. Dean was shocked himself, surprised that he had said that at all.

"Dean did you just…?" Castiel tried to complete his question, but he was so shocked that he couldn't do it.
Dean just nodded, wearing a similar expression on his own face.

"I'm so proud of you Dean!" Castiel exclaimed, wrapping him into a hug, feeling immediately stupid once he did, why would the fuck would he hug him? Dean's obviously straight, what is he-

But then Dean hugged back, and Castiel's bashing stopped, and he smiled.

He could get used to this.