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I originally had written some of this as just a normal school fic, but then changed my mind and made it wolfy. So this chapter may seem a bit random, but back when this started it was the main relationship kick starter. It does work in the sense that it lets you see how Castiel is viewed in the world a wee bit more, so bear with me :)
Now lets have some drama!
Warnings (which are a bit annoying since they give away some plot): Attempted rape, language and violence
Chapter 4
Castiel loved the subject Biology, but hated this class. He tried his best to ignore the teacher now looking at him, his eyes practically boring into him. No one else seemed to notice, which made Castiel wonder if he was maybe being paranoid. Dr Gaines had been his teacher last year as well, his constant traps that he set up to get Castiel into detention were getting ridiculous.
And detention was something that he wanted to avoid, especially with Dr Gaines and his wandering hands.
Castiel shivered as he continued to copy down the notes on the board, sighing heavily as he glanced at Dean, his confused knitted brow in place. He held in his laughter whilst shaking his head, catching the attention of his new and only friend.
"Shut up..." Dean grumbled, nudging him in the side with his elbow. He was pouting now.
"I could help you later if you liked?" Castiel whispered, and Dean flashed him a smile while nodding.
"Castiel Novac!" Castiel felt his heart stop. He was so stupid for slipping up. Dean was destroying him slowly but surely. "You will come back at the end of today for an hour's detention! Talking in my class is forbidden. You know this." Castiel scowled down at his notebook, avoiding Dean's gaze.
"It was my fault, sir." Castiel couldn't help the small gasp that left him as he turned to look at Dean again, imagining the vein popping out of the teacher's neck, his eyes bulging from his head furiously.
"Thank you Mr. Winchester, but you do not need to protect this trouble maker." Dean was clearly unimpressed with his blatant ignorance, but bowed his head apologetically and shrugged at Castiel.
"Sorry." Castiel shook his head at Dean, smiling widely despite his inevitable shitty fate.
...
Castiel put the last of his books into his locker and slung his bag in after them. He sighed heavily as he closed the door and leaned back against it, rolling his head absentmindedly as he waited for everyone to filter out of the school. They were all so lucky, getting to leave and go home to their families, getting to avoid the things that Castiel seemed to always find himself stuck in.
"Hey Cas!" Castiel looked up to see Dean jogging up the corridor to his own locker, smiling brightly at him. "You want a lift home? We don't need to wait on Sam, he's at the library with some girl." Dean smiled fondly as he busied himself ridding his bag of his unneeded books.
"Dean." Castiel smiled fondly, though he desperately wished he could just run away with the other boy. "Detention?" Castiel shrugged his way over to his friend, wanting so much to just tell Dean his fears, beg him to come with him, just for the support. To stop Dr. Gaines from touching him like that again...
"Oh shit... I forgot. Man that sucks. I'm still sorry about that by the way." Dean closed his locker and slumped a little as he put his bag on the floor.
"I know, you've said." Castiel nibbled at his bottom lip, nerves getting the better of him.
"Are you okay? I mean you're usually weird, but you've been extra weird today. You never been to detention before?" Dean folded his arms across his chest.
"Of course I've been before." And the dick tried to molest me! Why couldn't he just say that bit out loud? He had hoped his eyes would convey his fears, but Dean just seemed to shrug as he slung his bag onto his back.
"I just thought maybe that's what you're nervous about." He clapped a hand onto his shoulder, and Castiel felt an intense current race through him. "You're one strange kid Cas." Dean laughed at him, but it was affectionate. "Catch you later?" Castiel nodded in reply and Dean turned and walked the rest of the way out of the hallway.
Castiel sighed and bashed his head off of one of the locker doors, cursing as he had allowed his last line of protection to leave the school.
"Please don't leave me Dean. I'm nervous because my teacher is going to touch me again, and I don't know how to stop him? The blackmail, the threats..." Castiel mocked himself as he wandered down the hall, frowning at himself for not being able to say it to the boy.
What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he suddenly so reliant on someone else for help and protection? He could look after himself. He had done for a long time now, and for some reason, Dean seemed to have shaken that foundation.
With his stupidly gorgeous green eyes, and awesome smile and large heart...
Castiel had reached Dr Gaines door and sucked in a breath. He knocked lightly, hoping that the teacher had somehow miraculously forgotten about this.
"Come in." Maybe if it hadn't been him in this situation the luck would have been slightly better.
Castiel shuffled into the room, leaving the door open in the hope to deter his touchy feely asshole of a biology teacher.
"Close the door please, Castiel." The smirk on the man's face made him gag a little. If he ran now, would he catch Dean before he left? "Take a seat." Castiel complied, his body being a traitor to his will. "You've been so frustratingly good this last while, I've been desperate to get you here. You've really turned out quite well Castiel, despite the occasional abrasions." Castiel felt himself shudder in disgust, knowing that he was going to need a shower when he got home. Or maybe five. "And Mr. Winchester seems to have caught your eye. I'm sure Zachariah would just be thrilled to hear about that." Castiel felt his heart sink as the inevitable black mail rolled his way. "Would be shame to tell him, and have you removed from the school. I don't imagine you would be well suited to a correction camp." Castiel felt bile in his throat as he thought of how hard Michael had fought for him, how much time and money he had put into keeping Castiel out of such things. As if someone could convince you not to be gay, like it was some kind of illness or affliction. "And I suppose we don't need to talk about Michael's guardianship over you, and that slight technicality that had been overlooked?" Castiel cursed inwardly as he remembered the usual threat. Michael had asked his boss, who he is very close with, to help find documents to pull information together for a court hearing, to see if he could take Castiel and Gabriel into his care. It had been a success, but his boss hadn't told him until afterwards that some of the signatures he had faked since they couldn't acquire real ones. If Castiel didn't do as he was asked, he was going to hand all of this information over to the police and Zachariah. Gabriel would be fine, but Castiel may end up back in the care of Zachariah. Or worse. And Michael would go to jail for forgery. "And I suppose, Dean is eighteen, and he's with a minor... I don't think that will go down well with the school, or the law..." Now this was a new low. But Dr. Gaines couldn't prove any of it, and Castiel would refuse to press charges. And besides, he was an Omega, and if Michael agreed, Dean could be his alpha and they could both bond legally. He had already manifested so the laws were different. Of course there was a lot of paper work and stuff to be done since the new laws came in to protect unmated Omega's under the age of eighteen, but it was possible if it would keep Dean safe.
He just hoped Dean didn't mind...
Dr. Gaines got up from his seat and began to walk up to the desk Castiel had taken to occupying recently, his fingers trailing along the table tops as he approached. Castiel swallowed hard as he caught the look in the teacher's eyes. He quickly glanced at the door, begging for anyone to walk through. To stop this torture.
"Why so scared Castiel, I won't bite... hard." Castiel flinched when cold fingers traced his cheek, resting for a moment or so, on his lower lip. Castiel turned his head quickly, jumping out of his seat and slinking backwards around another table. "Oh please, let's not play hard to get. You know a little slut like you would be lucky to get someone like me. If anyone in fact." Castiel rolled his eyes at the stupidity of his insult. If he was a little slut, then that would imply he had had plenty of action, leaving the end of his sentence redundant.
Some doctor...
Castiel found himself suddenly against a wall, his heart pounding out of his chest when Dr. Gaines placed his hands on either side of his head.
"My dear boy. You are intoxicating. I think today we should... fuck." Castiel's eyes went wide, his fear making him retaliate. He pushed the man hard, ignoring the clatter of tables and chairs as he raced for the door. He didn't care anymore what he told Zachariah, as soon as he got home he was going to tell Michael everything. They could work things out. Michael had said that they could never prove the forgery. And he prayed to God in this moment that this was true.
And Dean? Dean would understand.
He just had to.
Cold hands grabbed Castiel's wrist as he broke free from the classroom, his strangled cry muffled when a hand clamped over his mouth. He was dragged back inside, the door slamming closed and being locked.
"Oh Castiel, hard to get it is then. I think you will find, that I always get what I want." Castiel kicked back hard, connecting with the man's shin, but he seemed un-phased as he practically threw Castiel into the air and onto the nearest table. It knocked the wind from him, but he continued to fight back, the man laughing manically when he pinned him down, his tongue tracing searing hot and agonising lines up Castiel's throat and cheek. He chocked out a cry when he felt his shirt being ripped open, his hands punching and slapping away at his attacker.
However, this only seemed to spur the sick freak above him on.
"Oh Castiel, I have a feeling this is going to be a lot more fun for me than you." Castiel cursed as he felt fingers tug at his trousers, sliding them down a little before they were yanking at his belt. Castiel could feel hot tears streak down his cheeks as he screamed, trying anything to get someone to come and help him.
He didn't expect the slap. Nor the bite on the neck that had him crying out.
Castiel felt himself close off to the world when the pain struck him, his cheek now hot and stinging, a wetness he hoped was saliva and not blood running over his shoulder and down his back. Dr. Gaines flipped him over so that he was now sprawled out on his front, yanking up his shirt and pulling down his trousers. Castiel tried to push back, but only ended up grazing the man's lower regions, earning a quick and painful thrust into the table. He threw his arms out to brace himself, feeling himself begin to finally freak out.
This was actually freaking happening!
Dr. Gaines moan made something snap in Castiel, his hands gripping into fists as he shoved back hard, sending the distracted man stumbling into the filing cabinet that lived behind the door. He grabbed at his clothes and tried to reset them as he fumbled with the lock, his hands shaking.
"You little shit!" Dr. Gaines was on him again, but Castiel wriggled himself free of his grip and began kicking at the door, shouting at the top of his lungs for help. "You're such a fucking idiot. Did you think I would be doing this if there was anyone left in the department? It's Friday. They're away home. No one's here to save you. Not now, not ever." Castiel ducked out of the man's sudden embrace and stumbled back, further into the classroom. Dr. Gaines lunged at him, the force of the attack knocking him back, his head crashing into the corner of the teacher's desk.
The world around him seemed to dull and dampen in his senses, his brain trying hard to reboot and figure out his situation. Cold hands were pulling him up, and then pushing him down onto a hard surface. He felt a headache hit him hard, and he groaned when someone kissed his neck and chest roughly. Kisses quickly turned into bites, and hands were pulling at his clothes again. He felt his shirt being pulled down his shoulders and cold hands rake over his skin, running down his front and rushing over his now only boxer clad crotch.
And then he remembered.
Castiel kicked Dr. Gaines off of him and made one last dash to the door, finally throwing open the lock and door, hurtling down the corridor, one hand trying to hold his shirt closed over while the other held his trousers up since his belt was no longer fastened. He quickly tried to button up what he could. He could hear Dr. Gaines shouting on him, clearly terrified of being caught, but Castiel couldn't care less as he broke free from the school and hurtled down the stairs into the parking lot, his eyes streaming with tears of frustration. The world around him was frayed at the edges, and the ground swayed beneath his feet as his mind tried to grasp full consciousness.
"Cas?!" Castiel felt his heart flutter as he saw the Impala, Dean sitting up on the bonnet and staring at him with a look of pure confusion. Castiel could have kissed the boy right then and there.
"Dean." He sighed, changing course and running to him. "We have to go!" He didn't give his friend any time to argue before he jumped in the passenger side, glaring back at Dr. Gaines as he tried to slink back inside the school before he was noticed. Dean however was eyeing him dangerously.
"Dean! I'm so glad you found him. He had me so worried." Castiel rolled his eyes and groaned, his head now hurting a lot more. "He just went mad, thrashing around. He fell and hit his head, I tried to help him but he kept lashing out at me. Please, you have to let me get him to a hospital. He's not right." Dean growled in annoyance, standing tall as he squared his shoulders.
"He was fine before he came to see you." Castiel knew that Dean was lying. He had even said he had been acting weirder than usual all day. It was strange to have someone outside of Michael and Gabriel stand up for him, even though there was a possibility that Castiel had lost his mind and began to through a fit and strip...
"Dean, he's not well. Not many people know, but he has delusions. He refuses medication, and Michael is a fool for- " Castiel beeped the horn loudly, silencing the shocked teacher.
"Fuck you!" Castiel called out the car window, glaring at him. Dean smirked back at him and nodded in understanding; Castiel had had enough.
"You stay the fuck away from him, you hear?" Dean jogged round the car and jumped in the driver's side, putting the car into gear and speeding off out of the parking lot.
Castiel sighed happily as he allowed himself to relax, somehow completely at ease in Dean's presence. It had only been a couple of weeks, but the oldest Winchester had really stirred something in Castiel. Castiel winced as his head throbbed, clearly unhappy with its slowly healing knock and in depth thinking.
Castiel groaned as he touched the sore area, his hair wet and sticky with what he could only assume was blood.
"Jesus Cas!" Dean swerved the car slightly, trying to get a better looked at his slowly closing wound. "Why didn't you say?!" Dean pulled the car over on a random street, his hands manoeuvring Castiel so the back of his head was facing Dean. He gently pulled Castiel's hair this way and that, examining the damage. "Looks like its closing up okay on its own, but we really need to get it cleaned out. What the hell happened?" Castiel sighed as he returned to sitting in his seat properly, trying not to look at Dean. The green eyed boy then looked down to see his wrongly buttoned up shirt and open belted, half falling down trousers. Castiel's eyes stung with more tears but he swallowed them back. "Fucking hell! That prick tried to..." Dean traced his fingers over the bite mark on his left shoulder, his eyes radiating with anger.
"Can we talk back at mine? I need to tell Michael and I don't want to have to do it more than once." Dean noticed the sadness and loneliness in Castiel's eyes, and he swallowed hard, pushing down his urges to hug his friend, and smother him with love and affection that Dean wasn't even sure he was capable of. what he was sure of , however, was his capability of tearing that creepy teacher's heart out...
Dean nodded and silently started the car back up, signalling for Castiel to put his seat belt on.
"You're in a bad enough state as it is, man." Castiel complied, smiling softly at his friend's concern.
...
"Castiel?" Michael had returned home around six o'clock, half an hour earlier than Castiel said was his usual. He walked into the kitchen and frowned at the scene before him. "Don't tell me. Another fight?" Michael seemed more exasperated than concerned, which sort of pissed Dean off. This was supposed to be Castiel's big brother, didn't he want to kick fuck out of whoever had done this? Dean tried to ignore Michael as he strode into the kitchen, still cleaning the bite mark out with antiseptic. Castiel squirmed and hissed in pain, and Dean mumbled an apology. Dean felt a surge of relief when he could see the beginnings of healing. He had been worried about whether this was a mating bite or not, and the thought was heart wrenching. But luckily, these marks would be gone in a few months, unlike a mating bite which would stay brightly scarred forever, and bled for hours, sometimes days.
"This one was... um... different." Michael stopped looking at Dean, which Dean had found quite unnerving, and turned a concerned gaze upon his brother.
"Different how?" Michael seemed to grow a little worried when he noticed what Dean was cleaning up, which pleased Dean a little. Now that was the older protective brother look.
"I got detention- "
"Again! Castiel, you like biology! You were always so good at it, so what on earth are you doing to warrant all this punishment. Ever since you've gotten into this year you've been- "
"That's my point!" Castiel rubbed his eyes tiredly and Dean wanted to punch Michael.
"It was my fault this time." Dean piped up, feeling a need to stick up for his friend.
"That however is not the point." Castiel pointed at Dean while he looked at his brother. "It doesn't matter what I do, he just makes me come for detention- "
"Oh Cassie. Please not this conspiracy stuff. I know he is friends with Zachariah. But I've told you there's nothing we can do. What happened to keeping out of trouble?" Castiel groaned as he let his head flop down onto the table, his arms hanging loosely by his side.
"I was."
"Until this boy- "
"It's not Dean's fault! I'm trying to explain!" Michael sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning against the worktop as he sighed heavily. Dean took this moment to really look at Castiel's older brother. Castiel had always talked so highly of him, as if he was some kind of real life superhero, but now that Dean saw him, he seemed extremely thin, and stressed out. He also looked younger than he was, an innocence about him that seemed to be a distinct contrast to the responsibilities that seemed to weigh him down.
"Sorry. Works been... Never mind. You can go ahead. Explain." Michael let his hand fall to cover his mouth, supporting his head slightly as he glanced between the two boys.
"Thank you. I offered Dean help with work, Dr. Gaines saw me and said I had detention. He didn't give it to Dean though, even though he was talking too. So I went and he... well... He said if I didn't do as I was instructed, he would tell Zachariah that I was um... with... Dean. Like dating Dean... And that I'm a minor while he's not... and you haven't handed me over to Dean as an Alpha... and you know, he was going to tell." Castiel let his eyes shift to his friend, trying to gauge his thoughts on the matter. Dean was unreadable, of course. "He then started threatening to have Zachariah send me to correctional camp, and with this knowledge I wouldn't stand a chance. He also knows, Michael... about the documents. He has a friend that is at your work, and he was dating the girl that sorted it all out." Castiel coughed uncomfortably, trying not to look at Michael's wide and terrified eyes. "Then he pinned me against the wall and told me we should 'fuck'." Castiel just threw it out there, deciding it better than trying to find a way to say it nicely, because there was no other way to really say it. "Of course I fought back. I figured we'd work something out document wise. I mean, surely they can't prove any of this, and your boss seems nice enough. And I couldn't give a shit what stupid Zachariah thinks about me. He can't force me to camp. He's already tried. And you won't sign the papers. And surely when Dean and I deny all sexual accusations they'll have no choice but to drop the subject? I have been a fool to let him force me into things... So I fought, but he was surprisingly strong. He pinned me to a couple of tables and pushed me into the corner of his desk splitting my head open. I kinda zoned out for a bit, but when I came to my senses I fought back and ran." Castiel chances another glance at Dean. "And Dean brought me home." Michael had dropped his hand now, his eyes wide and his skin white.
"Cassie!" He choked out, crossing the room and hugging him tightly. "How long?!" Castiel shrugged, not really wanting to talk about this much more.
"A few months maybe, if we include last school year. It had just been touches and a couple of kisses, but this was the first time he actually... tried anything, you know... He always threatens you, but this time it was with Dean too, and I guess I panicked." Michael pulled back, but kept his hands on Castiel's shoulders, his eyes searching his.
"You shouldn't let people use you like that! Even if they do threaten me." Michael glared at Dean then, eyeing him up before returning his look to Castiel. "I... I refuse to be the reason you get hurt! And I'm sure Dean here would agree." Dean didn't need the death glare directed at him to agree with the older man, because the thought that Castiel had almost been raped because he was scared for Dean was just... insane. Touching... but insane.
"Yeah well he didn't get what he wanted." Castiel smiled, and Dean felt something break inside of him. How could the kid smile after this? How could he bounce back like he'd merely fallen and scraped his knee? Dean felt himself grow sick as he leant against the wall he was standing by. "Anyway, dinner's on, and Dean's staying for it if you don't mind. His brother Sam is at his friend's house and he's picking him up at nine." Michael sighed as he pulled Castiel in for another hug.
"We'll sort this. I promise. And I'm sorry but we're going to have to leave dinner for now. Get your shoes on, we're going to the Police station." Castiel froze and tensed in his brother's arms. "Don't even dare tell me that it's fine and we can do it later. We are going now. No 'but's. Get your shoes." Michael pulled away from Castiel and folded his arms across his chest, staring his brother down.
"But- "
"Absolutely no 'but's, Castiel. We are going to report this as soon as possible. In fact, you should have gone straight there. What is wrong with you?" Michael half directed the question to Dean.
"I didn't know if I'd get you both into trouble! I wanted to wait and talk to you first. Give you a chance to decide the best thing to do." Michael rubbed his face tiredly as he listened to Castiel's excuses.
"Shoes. Now." Castiel quickly glanced at Dean before sliding off his chair, mumbling under his breath about victim's rights. "You to Winchester." Dean didn't need to be told twice as he practically ran after Castiel, not really wanting to test the older Novac.
"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to come." Castiel whispered, pulling on his trainers while he sat on the stairs.
"Yes he does. He's a witness of sorts." Michael brushed passed the teens, his face carefully in check as he struggled to contain his emotions. He was trying to be the constant that they needed, but Dean could see it was beginning to break already.
Well I hope that wasn't too bad. Was really hard to do this to poor Cas... but all in the name of plot :) sad thing is that this is just the beginning, and things will be getting a lot worse for him :( but enough spoilers, please leave your thoughts as they always make me smile XD
