A/N- Hey guys! Chapter four now! I've been doing really good at posting daily.. I feel proud.. xD Also with the fact that my chapter lengths are pretty decent. So I'm trying to make this chapter super long for you guys, and to have maybe a Destiel moment…? Anyways, here ya go, hope ya enjoy! :)
Chapter 4 - September 10th, 2016: 12:00 AM (Flashback)
John threw a bottle at Dean, it hit him in the back.
"What did I say about leaving while I'm talking, boy?!" Dean doesn't respond, just turns back around.
"I'm sorry, dad.. It won't happen again."
"You bet your ass it won't, next time, there will be severe consequences." Dean gulped, nodding. He knew what this meant.
"Yeah. Got it." He replies, turning around to leave, thinking the conversation was over.
"I'm not done talking to you! What did I just say?" Dean stops in his tracks, fear coursing through his body, but he tries to hide it. Sam was in his room, and he hoped to God he wouldn't come out.
"Not to leave." Dean's voice was calm and quiet, yet behind it, there was so much fear, anger, hate behind it that he didn't show. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry won't cut it this time, son."
"Don't call me that."
"Excuse me? I am your father."
"Sure as hell don't act like it." Dean turns around, facing his father, his voice raspy.
"You don't have the right." John's voice was low, angry.
"I don't have the right? I have every damn right! You're a terrible father! No father leaves their kids to fend for themselves, moving them every friggin' month, dropping by a few times, drunk as hell just to lay a few beatings on them! You're a douchebag, deadbeat dad. That's all you'll ever be."
"You don't speak to me that way."
"Watch me." Dean spits, rage seeping through his entire body, coursing through his veins. Dean had turned around to walk away, when he felt hands on his shoulders, pushing him back into the wall, his fist connected with Dean's jawbone. Dean lets out a grunt, not bothering fighting back. It wasn't worth the effort. John continues punching Dean angrily, before moving his hands to his throat, squeezing it tight, Dean lifted up in the air, trying to catch a breath, grabbing at John's hands. After several minutes, John lets go, Dean falling to the floor, wheezing, trying to catch a breath, coughing. John kicks Dean hard in the stomach, causing more coughs, Dean trying hard as hell not to let a tear roll down his cheek. He couldn't look weak in front of John…
"I hate you." John spits, dumping the last bit of alcohol onto his son, scowling as he slowly walks out the door and to his car, leaving for God knows how long.
September 20th: 3:02 AM (Present)
Dean jolts up in bed, wide awake. There was a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his head, his breathing fast and ragged. He looks around, John nowhere to be seen as he slowly lifts his hand to his neck and throat where the bruises still barely were.
"Dean? You okay?" Dean looks up to see Sam in the doorway, concern on his face.
"Oh, yeah. Fine. Just a nightmare."
"Was it dad again?"
"Sammy-"
"Dean. You can't just tell me that it isn't, that it's fine."
"Go back to bed."
"No. Not until you tell me what's going on."
"Sam, no."
"Don't act like I don't have an idea. You always send me to my room when he gets home. You have unexplainable bruises and cuts sometimes. Dean, does dad hurt you?"
"Shut up."
"Does he?"
"Sam, I said shut up!" Sam goes quiet, not saying anything, frowning.
"Fine. Good night, jerk."
"Good night, bitch." With that, Sam leaves the room, and once he's gone, Dean lets out a sigh of relief. He'd kept up dad's reputation for a while now, kept what he does from Sammy, but obviously not so well. Dean still had scars from glass cutting deep into his skin when John would throw bottles at him, permanent marks from some of the beatings, and worst of all, the memories. The nightmares. Dean shudders, getting up from bed and going to get a glass of water from the kitchen. While searching through the fridge, the eighteen year old's eyes stumble upon a case of beer, thoughts running through his head.
I shouldn't…
Soon, Dean's hand is reaching for a bottle, taking off the cap and beginning to drink, the liquid burning his throat as he swallows the drink. It burns his throat more as he continues to drink, then, it feels good, like.. Really good. Dean finishes off the bottle of beer, eyeing the other one in the fridge, then, thinking better of it, doesn't grab it. It was John's, after all, and he was most likely already in trouble for drinking the first one. Not the fact that he was underaged, no, Dean was sure John wouldn't care about that. But, John would definitely care that Dean had drank one of his beers. Dean tosses the bottle in the trash, getting his glass of water before slowly making his way back to bed.
It was the next day in English, and Dean sat beside Cas, his eyes had bags under them, his mind spinning, mind and head aching.
Is this what a hangover feels like? I only had one beer..
Dean sighs, trying to concentrate but he couldn't. And he wasn't even thinking about Cas.
"Dean? You alright?" He heard the voice of Castiel whisper beside him, nodding slowly in response.
"Mhmm.." Dean trails off, head on the table and his eyes closed, not paying attention to a single word the teacher might be saying.
"I think you should pay attention. This is important."
"Just tell me what she said after class. I have matters to attend to."
"And those matters include sleep?"
"Exactly."
"Well, just hope you don't get caught."
"I don't care. Like, I don't even care.. That I don't care."
"Yeah.. right.. Dean, you feeling okay?"
"Awesome." Dean mumbles, moving his gaze up to meet Castiel's shocking blue eyes.
They're so mesmerizing..
Cas clears his throat, their gazes still met.
"Yes, Cas?"
"Pay attention."
"Fine." Dean sits up, averting his gaze to the teacher, who was going on about something that involves reading, or writing, or skills or something like that. Dean just nods, pretending to write down notes, when really, he was writing something else…
"Gorgeous eyes… Adorable messy brown hair… Soft skin… Shy, awkward, adorable… Kind… Caring…" This was what Dean wrote down.
"Dean, what is that?" Cas whispers to him. Dean looks down, quickly hiding it after reading what it said.
"Oh, nothing. Just English notes."
"That's totally not what we're learning about."
"Well, sorry, all I got from that was "boring" and "blah blah blah," nothing else." At this, Castiel rolls his eyes, chuckling softly, causing Dean to grin. "Glad you find me amusing, I'll be here all day."
Cas shakes his head, smiling a little, when the bell finally rings, putting Dean out of his misery.
"Finally! God, that class was miserable. So boring. I swear- if I hear one more thing about stop signs."
"She didn't mention stop signs."
"Whatever!" Dean nudges a laughing Cas, walking with him to their next class.
"I friggin' hate Calculus! What is the point?"
"It's math. We need it, Dean."
"Well, I'm never going to need it."
"Go ahead and say that." Today, Dean was sitting beside Castiel in Calculus, seeing how the teacher had switched up their seats, due to Dean flirting with that chick… Katia.
"Funny how we ended up sitting by each other." Dean says as Castiel helps him figure out number three.
"Yeah. Funny." Castiel replies, concentrated on figuring out the problem, barely paying attention to what the Winchester boy was saying.
"I mean, of all people, she sat us together. Crazy."
"Yep. Crazy.."
"Cas, are you even listening?"
"Yes, listening."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am, Dean, I just don't really care."
"Well, thanks, Cassandra. You just hurt my feelings. I thought we were friends."
"Shut it, Dean."
"Jeez, fine! Do the dumb calculus."
"I'm helping you."
"Right. I know that."
"Sure. Now, you do this.."
"Cas, shut up and do it already. I don't need an explanation."
"Well, I can't do it for you."
"Ah, quit being a goody two shoes and do it. Please. For me..?"
"Ugh. Fine."
"Nerd."
"Shut up, Dean." Cas responds, his voice agitated.
"Fine, fine. I'll leave you to it, then." Dean leans back in his chair, crossing his arms and sighing, watching as Cas does his homework. He look kinda cute, the way he had the concentrated look on his face, his hair sort of out of place, his trenchcoat almost too long for his arms, yet the perfect length.
Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Dean Winchester: Completely straight. I do not like Castiel.
"I need to stop."
"Stop what?" Cas turns to look at him, and Dean looks at him confused, then a little embarrassed.
"Oh.. sorry.. Didn't mean to say that out loud."
"Alright then…"
"Hey, Sammy. How's school goin'?" Dean smiles, ruffling Sam's hair as he walks up to him in the lunchroom by his small group of friends.
"Agh, Dean, don't call me that. Sam is a chubby 12 year old, it's Sam."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Sammy." Sam groans, smacking his brother's hand away from his head.
"What are you doing here, Dean?"
"Just checking in on my little brother, is that a crime? Who are these people?" Dean motions to the three people around Sam, a short guy with kind of long hair, a girl with nice blonde hair and another kid who seemed asian.
"Dean, meet Gabriel, Jess, and Kevin." Sam points to each one as he says their names, a grin on his face. Dean nods.
"Nice to meet you guys." He grins at them and they nod. "I'm Sammy's big brother Dean." Crowley, Ash, and Chuck walk up to Dean then.
"Dean, what are you doing hanging out with them?" Crowley says in his accent, causing Dean to roll his eyes.
"Dude, this is my brother and his friends. Chill out."
"Oh, whatever. No offense, but their losers." Dean turns around to face Crowley.
"Wanna say that again, you sonovabitch?"
"Uhm, no.. I'm good." Crowley replies, and Dean chuckles.
"Good, now shut the hell up, asshole. Come on, let's go. Bye, Sammy, and.. Others." Dean and his group of friends walk off to their table, laughing amongst themselves.
Cas sat in his AP Anatomy Class, sketching on his notes, lost in thought, all about Dean Winchester.
His green eyes, his spiked up brown hair, his smirk, his grin, the way he moved, the feel of his skin against his… Cas sighs, closing his eyes, they were heavy with sleep.
"Mr. Novak, I'm going to need you to sit up and pay attention please." Cas sits up, looking up at the teacher, trying to keep his eyes open. He was just so tired.. He'd been up all night last night, thinking of Dean, those strange bruises he'd seen on his neck and throat the day he'd met him. Castiel was still lost in thought, when he got a text message.
From Dean:
Hey
From Cas:
Who is this?
From Dean:
No one special. ;)
From Cas:
What is that supposed to mean?
From Dean:
My identity will remain anonymous at the time being
From Cas:
Yeah, whatever. I'm in class.
From Dean:
Didn't notice. ;)
Castiel looks around the room, at the people in his class, trying to figure out if they were in his class. There was Charlie, Dean, Raphael, Michael, Adam, and Meg. It was one of Castiel's smallest classes.
From Dean:
How are you in an AP Class anyway?
From Cas:
Oh? So you're in my class, huh?
From Dean:
Maybe…
From Cas:
How are you in an AP class, that is the question.
From Dean:
Did some bribing, sucking up.
From Cas:
Is this Dean?
There was a long pause.
From Dean:
No.
From Cas:
Whatever.
From Dean:
Don't whatever me! Pay attention in class xD
From Cas:
I'm trying, but someone is distracting me!
From Dean:
Hey, no texting in class you little rebel.
Castiel rolls his eyes, shoving his phone in his trenchcoat pocket, paying attention to the teacher, taking his notes, trying his best to keep his mind off of Dean, but failing miserably.
Dean comes up behind Castiel, putting his hands on his shoulder, a grin on his face.
"Hey."
"Dean, what are you doing?" Dean moves to where he's in front of Cas, walking backwards.
"Just greeting my amazing friend." Dean's grin was crooked, and Castiel rolls his eyes. Dean was cute.
"Right. What are you really doing here?"
"What I just said."
"I'm an amazing friend?"
"Why of course. Which.. Is why I was thinking maybe we could hang out tomorrow night?"
"Oh… sure, I'm sure that I could."
"Alright, my house, tomorrow night, six o'clock. I can make dinner."
"Okay, Dean…." Dean winks at Castiel as he walks away, smiling at the blush on Castiel's cheeks.
The next day after school, Dean walks in the house, heading to the kitchen to prepare a meal for the night. He smiles as he goes to the kitchen, Sammy was out with a friend, Dean having the house to himself. Sam wasn't expected back for a few more hours, so when Dean hears the sound of the front door opening, he raises an eybrow.
"Sammy? Back so early?" Dean walks to the stairs. "You aren't expected back until-" When Dean sees who stood in the house, he stops.
"Hey, son." Dean stares into the eyes of his father, taking in a deep breath.
No.. he wasn't supposed to come home tonight.. Not tonight, of all nights..
"Answer me, dammit!" John grabs the nearest item to him, throwing it at Dean, making contact with his chest. It was the tv remote, and he feels a sharp pain in his sternum as he stumbles back a little.
"No.. Why are you here?"
"Is that any way to speak to your father? Get me a beer." Dean nods, going to the fridge and grabbing a beer, handing it to John.
"Here you go.." Dean looks at the clock. Five thirty. Cas should be here in half an hour. John takes the beer, downing it in mere seconds, stumbling up the stairs and to the fridge for another beer.
"Dean?!"
"Yes?"
"Where's my other beer? There was six, there's only four.. I only had one."
"I, uh.."
"Did you drink it?"
"Yes. I did." Dean closes his eyes, sucking in his breath, each footstep he hears on the hardwood floor echoing in his ears. Soon, he feels John's hot, alcohol smelling breath on his face, followed by a sharp pain in his stomach, caused by his father's fist.
"Wasting my beer?! Never drink my beer, son." Dean nods.
"Alright, alright.. I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it this time!" John kicks Dean in the knee, knocking Dean to the ground, John landing on top of him, punching him continuously in the face.
"Stop! Please!" Dean hated to sound desperate, but he was, he was in so much pain, and the last time he'd seen John, Dean was still healing from. "Just stop!"
"No! You've crossed the line this time! Where's Sam?"
"Not.. He's not here."
"Bull." John gets up, slamming his bottle down, the glass smashing over Dean's face, stinging his skin. With one last kick to the stomach, John stalks to Sam's room, only to find it empty. "Where the hell is he?!"
"You don't deserve to know.." Dean croaks, coughing as he slowly stands up, only to be knocked down again by his quick father, putting his hands around his neck again, forcing the breath to leave Dean's lungs. "S-s..to..p." Dean pants, clawing at John's hands, trying to loosen his grip, succeeding. John rushes up the stairs, into his room, coming back God knows when, leaving a flustered and broken Dean in the leaving room. He glances at the clock.
Five fifty.
Dean only had about ten minutes, if Castiel showed up at exactly six. But, he might show up before then. Quickly, Dean moves as fast as he can to his room, to the bathroom, washing the blood off with a wash cloth, picking out small pieces of glass, wincing as he does so. Dean's neck was somewhat swollen, already starting to bruise. It was light purple, and Dean had several cuts on his face, groaning as he changes into cleaner clothes, stopping when he hears a soft knock on the door.
Shit..
Dean runs down the stairs, swinging the door open, not bothering putting a fake grin on his face.
"Hello, Dean."
"Cas, you have to go."
"What? But- you asked me to come over."
"I know, but you have to go. Please."
"Why?"
"Cas, just go! You can't be here right now!"
"I- I'm sorry.. I'm sorry for even thinking you wanted to hang out."
"Wait-" Dean reaches for his wrist, and then, the light hits Dean's face just right, his neck.
"Dean, what happened?"
"Nothing."
"Bull. You have cuts all over your face.. Your neck is swollen and bruised. Tell me what's happening."
"None of your damn business." And with that, Dean closes the door, leaving Cas out on the porch. Dean holds his face in his hands, falling to the floor, his body shaking with unreleased sobs. He hears the soft sound of Castiel's engine running, fading off into the distance.
What have I done?
A/N- Oh my gosh, hey guyssss. I honestly had a lot of fun writing this, yet it was so painful to write. I'm so sorry! I know, I'm evil, but please don't hate me… Anyways, guys, I really hope that you liked this chapter, I tried making it really good and intense for you guys xD See ya in chapter five!