When John re-entered the waiting room Cas's hand tightened once again.
"It's your turn Castiel," Liza said.
Cas audibly gulped as he got up and Dean silently walked with him.
After they entered the room Liza explained what was going on to Cas the same way she had told Dean. Cas nodded his head and she began to ask questions.
"Did your father hit you on a regular basis?" She asked.
"Almost every day," Cas said keeping his eyes on the floor.
"Why did he hit you?" Asked Liza.
"Because I'm gay," Cas responded.
"When did you first tell him?" Liza questioned.
"About a year ago," Cas told her.
"And that's when all of this started?" She asked.
"I wish," Cas said laughing quietly under his breath.
"When did it start then?" She asked.
"I don't remember. Its been going on my entire life; or at least all that I remember," Cas said.
"Why was he hitting you before you told him that you like men?" Liza asked.
"Because he blames me for my mom's death," He responded. "She died giving birth to me."
"How can that possibly be your fault sweetie? You were just a baby," She said kindly.
"Exactly. I was just some baby, she was his wife," Cas said bitterly.
"That's not true, you weren't just some baby," Liza told him.
"Yes I was. People abort babies everyday. Why should I be any different?" Cas asked. "You don't just die so some stupid baby can live."
"Is that seriously what you think? That you should have never been born so your dick of a dad could be happy? Obviously your mom wanted you to live and she didn't think you should be aborted," Dean argued.
"Why are you yelling at me?" Cas asked.
"Its not you I'm yelling at. It's the thoughts he's imprinted in your mind since you were little," Dean said.
Cas just looked back at the ground and after a few awkward seconds Liza began asking questions again.
"Why did you move to a new school?" She asked.
"Because I told people at my old school," Cas responded. "I was a disgrace to my mom's memory and an embarrassment to my dad. He said I had to move schools for a fresh start and that I couldn't tell anyone here."
I'm gonna fucking kill Nancy, Dean thought to himself.
"So we know your father abused you both physically and emotionally. Did he ever sexually abuse you?" Liza asked.
"No. . . Well not really . . ." Cas said sounding unsure and beginning to blush.
Dean was shocked and he quickly squeezed Cas's hand in support.
God why did she have to ask that, Cas asked himself. I don't want Dean to hear this.
"What do you mean by not really?" She asked.
"He umm . . . kinda tried," Cas responded, his face a dark red.
"What happened?" Liza asked.
Cas sat there silently.
"Honey I have to know," She persisted.
Cas remained mute.
"Cas you have to tell her," Dean said kindly.
"No," Cas responded eyes on the floor.
"We won't think worse of you," Dean told him.
"Only because of how badly you already think of me," Cas said quietly.
"Do I look like someone who thinks badly of you Cas? I love you and I still will after you tell her," Dean comforted.
"You're just humouring me or playing some stupid joke," Cas muttered.
"No, I'm not," Dean said lifting Cas's chin so he could look into his eyes. "I swear on my life."
Cas nodded his head slightly.
"And besides if I was humouring you or playing a joke I wouldn't have sang a Hilary Duff song. I mean the joke's on me there," Dean said playfully.
Cas felt a smile form on his face, that is until he remembered the story he was supposed to tell.
"So can you tell the story now?" Dean asked attempting to give puppy dog eyes.
Cas sighed. "Fine. I came home one night after work to find him really drunk. The drunkest I've ever seen him, and that's saying a lot. The second I stepped through the door he started yelling at me asking where I'd been and accusing me of having been with a guy."
Memories cut Cas off as he heard his father's voice in his head:
"What were you out whoring around with your little boyfriends?"
"And he started throwing bottles at me. One gave me this," Cas said pointing to a scar on his collarbone.
Dean felt like someone was ripping his heart out. How could someone do this to innocent little Cas?
"When I told him I was at work he asked which street corner I was at. Before I could defend myself he started yelling about how I just want to fuck every guy. Then he started yelling something about how he bets I even want to fuck my own father. Which believe me, I really don't," Cas continued, speaking quickly in an attempt to get it over with before he lost his nerve. "He was slurring a lot so I couldn't tell exactly what he was saying, but it sounded something like 'well your wish is coming true.' I didn't understand what he had said so I just stood there confused. Then he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. I still didn't understand what was going on, but I stood there in shock."
Cas stopped afraid to tell anymore.
"Cas you're doing great," Dean reassured trying to hide his horror. "Keep going."
Cas took a deep breath then continued, "Then he took his boxers off and I finally figured it out. He moved to grab at my pants. He managed to grab them, but before he could pull them off I pushed him. He was pretty wasted so I managed to run away before he got up. I heard him swearing after me when I left, but I just kept running. I slept on a bench that night and when I went back the next day he didn't bring it up. I don't even think he remembered it he was so hammered."
"So this was just a one time thing?" She asked.
"Yeah," Cas told her.
"Did you know that your dad had a gun?" Liza asked.
Cas flinched at the thought of the gun being pointed at Dean, "Yeah he threatened me with it yesterday. I'd never seen it before so he must have been really pissed."
"Why was he so angry?" Liza asked.
Dean went to go say something but the second he opened his mouth she shushed him.
"Remember I'm asking Castiel, not you," She told him.
"Sorry," Dean shrugged.
"He was mad because the school called him," Cas replied.
"Why did the school call?" Liza asked.
"Because we got in trouble at lunch," Cas said, knowing what she was going to ask next he continued. "For making out and standing on a table."
"Why was that phone home worthy," She asked.
"Because the principal's a dick," Dean responded.
"Dean," Liza said in a warning tone. "One more time and you're out of here."
"Its because we were 'starting a scene'," Cas said sarcastically.
"I take it your dad wasn't very happy to hear about that?" Liza asked.
"The second I walked through the door he started yelling and punching," Cas responded with a casual shrug. "It's not really that big of a deal."
Dean bit his lip so he wouldn't get kicked out. He wanted to yell at Cas for being casual about it and acting like it didn't matter that because of Dean he got the shit beaten out of him.
"It was different than usual though, he was angrier. He pulled the gun on me and freaked out after he'd hit me for a good while. I was too tired to try and get away so I just sat there waiting for him to pull the trigger. But he didn't instead he said 'That's how a good son acts, silent' then picked me up and threw me through the glass backdoor and told me not to come back. And if I did he'd kill me and Dean. So then I walked to Dean's house and slept there. When I woke up he was gone," Cas explained.
All my fault, Dean thought to himself sadly. All my fault.
"How did you and John Winchester know to go to your house?" Liza asked.
"Because Dean was pissed at my dad and I figured if he was going to sneak out somewhere it would be to yell at him," Cas explained.
"I think that's enough questions for now," Liza told him.
Cas was relieved and began to grin.
"But-"
Cas's grin disappeared.
"They're going to need pictures of your injuries for evidence," Liza told him.
"What?" Cas asked. "How many people need me to take my pants off today?"
"What?" Dean asked alarmed.
"Relax I'm talking about the paramedics. They needed to see my injuries too," Cas responded.
"We'll need to take a front and back picture of waist up and a front and back of below the waist. You'll have to be in your boxers," She said apologetically.
Cas sighed, "Fine. At least everyone's letting me wear boxers."
Liza took them to get the pictures taken, then back to the waiting room.
"Your dad is going to his preliminary trial in a couple of hours. I'll call you with the results then. I've heard that you'd like to be emancipated, is that true?" Liza asked.
Cas nodded his head.
"You should speak with the social services worker who they assign to you about it," She told him. "And unless you want to stay at some adoption place then you should find someone to stay with until then."
"He's staying with us," John said immediately.
A/N: Please read and review! Sorry for my innacuracies that I am sure are there. Thanks for reading :D
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