Summary: AU. Jimmy and Dean's relationship breaks down when Jimmy catches his boyfriend with Meg in the school bathroom. Somehow, Dean has to win Jimmy back, but right now, Jimmy can't bear to look him in the face. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.
Pairings: Dean/Jimmy, Dean/Meg, Jimmy/Michael, Dean/Alastair.
Learning From My Mistakes
Chapter Four: So Broken Up Inside
Dean looked to the floor as he headed into school, trying and failing to conceal his black eye and split lip. Jimmy, who was kissing Michael by his locker, saw it straight away and gasped, going straight to Dean and putting his hand on his shoulder.
"Dean?"
Dean turned and saw Jimmy looking at him with those beautiful blue eyes, desperate to tell him the truth but finding himself unable.
"Dean, what happened?" Jimmy asked being cut off by the sharp voice he didn't need to hear right now.
"Who said you could touch my boyfriend, Novak?"
Jimmy turned and was met with Alastair, really hoping that he'd not done this to Dean.
"What happened to him?" He asked, Alastair grimacing and stroking Dean's face tenderly.
"Walked into a door."
With that the two left, Jimmy feeling more fear than he ever had in his life. What if Alastair was beating Dean...his Dean? Well, he wasn't really his anymore, but what if Alastair was hurting Dean? The lovers had been apart for a month now and Jimmy was happy with Michael, yet he couldn't fight his yearning for Dean. He couldn't fight the heartache or the pain and it was hurting him. He knew Michael was picking up on certain things, and he didn't want to hurt the older boy, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him the truth.
"Jimmy?"
The sound of Michael's gentle voice broke him from his thoughts and there was a look in Michael's eyes that told him he knew exactly what was going on.
"Sorry...I..."
"Listen, I get it..." Michael said softly, "I get that you still love him...and that's okay..."
"Michael, it's not okay..." Jimmy breathed, "I...I'm with you, I shouldn't love him..."
"Jimmy, listen to me..." Michael said in an almost whisper, "You guys were such a strong couple...and I know how much it hurt you when you broke up..."
"Michael..."
"Jimmy, let me finish..."
Jimmy hung his head and nodded, Michael taking his hand as he stood by the wall, tears there in his eyes.
"If Alastair's hurting Dean, you need to get him out of that relationship...to show him you still love him..."
"But I can't trust him, Michael..." Jimmy whispered, "I can't trust him..."
"Believe me, that boy regrets what he did to you," Michael said gently, cupping Jimmy's cheek and smiling weakly, "He still loves you...not that bastard who, by the way, has brought Dean to school with more than one black eye."
"What?" Jimmy asked, shock clear on his face.
"When you were sick a few weeks ago, Dean came in every day with a new mark on his body or his face..." Michael revealed, "And when you came back, he was sick too remember?"
"Wait," Jimmy breathed, "This is too much...you're saying that Dean's come to school looking like that before?"
Michael nodded and saw the suffering in Jimmy's eyes.
"No...no, that can't be true..." He said in an almost sob, one tear spilling down his face, "Please tell me that's not true!"
"I wouldn't lie to you..."
And that part was true. Michael would never lie to Jimmy. Even though they'd been together for a month and knew that when they slept together it was like making love, they'd not said 'I love you' because that might not be true.
"You still love Dean." Michael said gently, "And, Jimmy, that's okay...that's okay because you and I aren't in love!"
He was trying to set Jimmy free, to let him and help him to understand.
"We aren't; we're just really close..." Michael told him, "And you know that's the truth."
Jimmy wiped his eyes, trying to pull himself together before he kissed Michael once, deeply yet tenderly.
"I'm so sorry..." He whispered, Michael shaking his head and kissing his forehead.
"Don't be." He said softly, "Don't be sorry, Jimmy."
The younger teen nodded and the pair shared a final kiss, embracing once more and gazing into each other's eyes.
"I guess this means we're over..." Jimmy breathed.
"Yeah." Michael replied, the couple smiling weakly before Michael patted Jimmy's back, "Go help your man."
"I don't know what to do, Dad..." Jimmy whispered as he lay in bed that night, his father sat on his bed and looking down at him, "Do I ask him? Do I tell someone?"
"Son, unless Dean tells you what's happening, you can't really do anything." Bill told him, Jimmy closing his eyes and sighing, "I'm sorry, Jimmy. I know you're worrying...and I'm sorry you broke up with Michael too..."
"That's okay..." Jimmy promised, "We were just kidding ourselves really...we weren't in love..."
"Just as long as you're both okay, that's all." Bill said softly, patting Jimmy's shoulder, "Night, son."
"Night, Dad."
Jimmy rolled over and sighed, he'd lost Dean to who he feared was an abusive bastard, and he'd lost Michael too. He had no-one and he felt so alone, but Dean...he couldn't stop thinking about that marking on his face, that beautiful face that Jimmy wouldn't dare spoil or batter that way. There was no way that Dean had walked into a door. The marks were too big and two spaced out for walking into a door.
Jimmy didn't know that Dean was thinking of him too.
"Good boy, Dean..." Alastair whispered, pinning Dean into the mattress as he fucked him deep and slow, Dean moaning at the contact and holding Alastair to him.
The older teen leaned into his neck and bit hard enough to draw blood, Dean moaning in response to the pain, just like he'd learned to. If he was a good boy, he didn't get a beating and he didn't have to show his face to Jimmy that way. He looked bad enough after the beating tonight.
"Harder..." Dean whispered, wanting this to be over as soon as possible, "Faster..."
Alastair began to pound him, sex far from tender with him as always. Dean wished he had Jimmy in his arms...wished he could hold him, kiss him, make love with him and tell him how sorry he was for fucking up the way he did. If he'd have kept his hands off of Meg, none of this would have happened, and he wouldn't be trapped here in this mess. It was all his own fault; he knew that, and he didn't know how in the name of God he'd be able to fix it.
"You wanna come, Dean?" Alastair asked, Dean only able to whimper in response.
That's when Alastair took him in hand and started snapping his wrist, leaving the boy beneath him almost screaming at the sensations in his body. But they weren't like anything he felt with Jimmy. With Alastair, Dean felt like a dirty little whore. He felt used, unloved and neglected. He didn't feel warm and cared for like he did with Jimmy. He didn't feel passionate or loved, safe or secure. He felt the complete opposite and he just wanted to leave but he couldn't find the strength to tell anyone.
He'd seen the look of horror in Jimmy's eyes at school that day, the fear that had been so present in those stunning blue eyes that belonged to the boy he truly loved and he knew he loved. Everything was suddenly blocked out by a flash of white as Dean came harder than he ever had in his life, gripping Alastair with all the strength he could as he shivered and cried out through his orgasm, feeling Alastair tense as he came soon after.
He pushed himself closer to Alastair's body, feeling the older teen hold him back and kiss his temple. They came down from their high, settling to sleep before Alastair pulled out of Dean, discarded the condom and rolled onto his side, away from Dean who just needed to be held.
He needed to be back in Jimmy's arms; to be free of this monster that he was lying beside in a cold bed. This monster wouldn't hold him or comfort him. He only took everything he wanted and left Dean to suffer in silence while he used him as a punch bag and it just wasn't fair. So Dean decided that it was time to tell someone.
While Alastair drifted off to sleep, Dean slid out of bed, throwing his clothes on before slipping out of the open bedroom window with his phone and keys in hand, shimmying down the drainpipe before reaching the car. He jumped into the driver's side and sped off to the one place he felt true love and safety.
He drove to Jimmy.
-TBC-
Don't worry, this is far from over, but we're getting closer to a change for the better :D
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