hope you enjoy the chapter :P took a while to write i couldnt' decide on the order hope i got it right lol :D

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Two of the Novak brothers had to be rushed into ICU, Balthazar and Gabriel, both loosing blood and both in critical condition. When the paramedics got to the house after what seemed like hours of waiting, worries didn't lesson but deepened when they spotted the fear in the medic's faces. Mark travelled with Balthazar whilst Michael with Gabriel. Michael sorted out insurance, made them comfortable and talked to the police, whilst Cas was in no state to go anywhere or to talk to anyone. He was crying silently in Dean's arms staring out to space when the medics came and took his brother's away.

Dean knew he needed him, and like the fool in love he was, he hid his injuries in favour of taking care of Cas and took him to his. Dean will never forget that night he spent with Cas, well what he was conscious for. Dean held the weeping boy in his arms, as he shivered and sobbed his heart out, already grieving for the brothers he prayed would survive, and that's what he did, he prayed they both did. Blubbering out to god for help, for justice. Whilst Dean silently cried into Cas' hair as he rocked the boy, he feared for the boys lives, but mostly for Cas, how would Cas handle the news if it were bad. He was in shock and seemed to be traumatised, the only thing that snapped his out of it was seeing Dean collapse onto the floor from the injury he neglected to have seen too.

So despite Dean's efforts Cas ended up at the hospital that night. Michael was in Gabriel's room he read to his little brother, cried and begged him to wake up. The poor boy looked so pale, so weak. Michael blamed himself I should never have left him on his own he thought again and again, if only I'd stayed Michael was raked in guilt and cried most the night, he cried for everyone. Cas was in Dean's room, the boy had gained consciences pretty quick and held Cas in his arms all night, yes their relationship was secret but at this point after everything that has happened that day Dean couldn't care less if he tried, he was alive and so was Cas and they were together, Dean was just thankful for that much. Mark wanted to be with Balthazar, hold his hand be close, but had to wait outside, as the doctors on shift had yet to stabilise the injured man, he was strong but the wound was bad, Mark knew the odds he knew the risks of every available treatment and he hated knowing, but he also knew the doctors they were friends good friends and brilliant at their jobs, his love was in the best hands and they would work to save the man until the very end. Mark preyed it wouldn't come to that.

Some part of the boys wanted to hide everything, to conceal the truth, hold their families integrity, but then they decided to screw the integrity of the noble 'Novak' family and try more for dignity for themselves as individuals, as brothers. To be able to look in the mirror and finally be able to stand what's looking back, to live with themselves knowing they were stronger than him, him that for 19 years had them believing otherwise, him that had the nerve to do what he did then call himself religious, that man not only destroyed the brothers belief in god but destroyed their faith, faith in anyone, that anyone was coming to save them, faith that they could save themselves, that there was any law higher than their fathers. Faith they found on that Sunday, faith in each other, faith they are now finding in them selves after seeing what unknown strength they held.

The boys told the police everything that had happened in the last 19 years. They told the police and held their heads high as they admitted the horrors they grew up in, needless to say the police were horrified. They went over the house many more times than necessary, bagged and tagged bed linens and the photo book, their dads journal and laptop which put every single officer into a state of shock. There were no words when the Novak's medical records were brought up, as well as Balthazar's hospital stay and mental state five years ago, the records were extensive and it brought up the question of how the family visited the hospital this much, broke this many bones and no red flags came up to the social. The system was seriously flawed, seriously flawed if something like this could fall through the net, 19 years.

All the senior officers had children and almost all the officers had siblings, just the thought of what they went through, what they had to witness broke all the officer's hearts especially when they took statements from the boys, well the boys that were able to talk. After the police listened to their story, detective price, phoned his brother for the first time in six years just to hear his little brothers voice, he cried on over phone. What was the hardest was conducting rape tests on the boys, what man could do this to his children? It was safe to say that all the officers were out to get this guy, they were after blood.

The police saw fit to keep Mr Novak's sexual crimes and the true extent of the abuse away from the media and out of public knowledge, this was after all a small town, the last thing the police needed was some vigilante or angry mob, which to their own discretion many if not all the officers on this case would willingly take part in if not lead. the Novak's were close friends with many of the officers on the force, the police thought that the lads and didn't deserve their private lives plastered everywhere, mostly for Castiel, the poor boy was still in high school everyone knows how cruel kids can be, so they kept it away from the media. It wouldn't do any good having every teenager in the town know he and his brothers were sexually assaulted by their father, no good at all. The people that needed to know did that's all that mattered.

Even despite the lack of true knowledge the public had of the Novak's personal lives they knew enough, they knew that for years Mr Novak abused his sons, over and over. Cas knew everyone in school knew, when he walked down the corridor that first morning back after the incident. Cas got no ends of looks from his class mates, Both Cas and Dean, Cas with his personal trauma being gossip topic #1, a bruise of a hand over his neck and wipe marks on his back, that were revealed when he got changed for gym, something that everyone noticed but tried not to, even the coach, its true what they say bad news travels fast before the end of the day, the end of the next period really, his back was buzzing around school. Dean didn't escape these looks, he had after all had a bashed up face bruised and worn, and he had seven stitched to his head and a partially fractured skull not to mention the constant head ache. Even now three months later the looks continue. It was like everyday people spotted another scar on the boy, or remembered another injury his sported in the past. That first day back was by far the worst though, not that it's gotten any better not really. Being a lawyer all of Michael's work colleges at the firm knew about Michael's private life and news travels fast around an office, they knew everything. The firm is involved in the case, they are representing Mr Novak should he ever he found, not that any one wanted to, not after what he did to one of their own.

It has been three months since the incident, three months since four tortured brothers banded together, and found the strength to rid their lives of a poisonous father. Three months since he fled, although to this day Mr Novak has yet to be apprehended the boys, as well as the police believe it is only a matter of time before he is brought to justice. Even though the boys are still waiting for that day, they no longer fear his presence, they no longer let the fear of the unknown in, at least that what they tell each other. Truth is after three months without him they all realise that he will always be there, that voice in the back of their minds, telling them, reminding them of their worth and there is no telling if that can ever go away, no matter what and with any amount of time.

That one day changed everything for good. Everyone involved could not go back to the denial and false innocence they had buried themselves in for so long. How the events of that day unfolded left everyone wounded and broken, in one way or another. Some more than most. Even though it was touch and go for the Novak's, in the face of their pain and tears that day ended, a new one began, the rain fell and the sun shone, time went on, the stars continued to glisten and the lovers, the lovers even started daring to dream, despite their sorrows the Novak's refused to give in to the doubt and fear their father had left behind, and started to believe it was all possible, life. In each other they found strength and with each new day they found the courage for the next, it is true that time can heal most wounds, and most wounds have been healed, most.

Despite everything Dean and Castiel seemed to have gone from strength to strength, looking for each other for warmth, comfort and guidance in uncertain times. They clung to each other for courage and told each other daily just how much they love the other. Yet still they hid themselves, their true selves, their true feelings from the world. The internal damage Balthazar had suffered was been excessive, but mark sat by Bolly's bed every night after his shift with desperate hope, he sat by the silent wired up body for hours just, waiting.

Mark kept and extended his offer of home and board to Castiel, though grateful the boy knew Michael needed him more so stayed with him instead. Mark understood and when he saw the Novak's during visiting hours he was kind and courteous, though Mark was to worried and stressed to be his normal charming, funny self, politeness did just fine and they all approved, Bolly was a lucky guy. Though the stress Mark felt did not excuse him from his duties at the hospital and continued working and healing the sick, whilst every moment wishing he could be with him Balthazar, that he could save him.

A week after the incident, when they were both back at school and they were back to making out before and after school-still with Sam in the back, watching. Everyday after school, Cas went to the hospital to be with his brothers, Dean wanted to go with him, stand by him but Castiel needed his family and his family were at the hospital.

Gabriel had been released after two weeks, his gashes were deep but thankfully did no excessive or long term damage, the same could not be said for Balthazar. Gabriel came away from the hospital confined to a wheel chair until his many stitches healed, which would leave him with large deep scars to show off to his mates at college and brag about a crocodile attack, his injuries and the reasons behind them prevented him from taking exams due to the extreme circumstances, his tutors let him through the year on credit.

Two weeks after the incident Cas and Dean were all over each other again, Castiel was around his everyday after school and the hospital, Michael drove him to Dean's and picked him up after. It started with simply laying in each others arms, with a kiss as Cas left but after a few days this quickly progressed to a few kissed in-between, this soon intensified during the third week after the incident, when it got to that the boys could barley get into Dean's room and lock the door before they were grabbing each other, nipping and licked each others necks and lips, kissing with all the passion of well, two horny teenage boys. Half the time they didn't make it to the bed and pinned each other to the door or tumbled to the floor instead. Despite their lust, hormones and desires Dean kept a restraint; he didn't touch Cas below the belt and took nothing off, unless Cas did first. Above everything Dean was patient and respectful of Cas' boundaries, and loved Dean so much for it but felt so guilty for the restrictions he found he regrettably had. But Dean never complained.

On day after around a month since the incident, in a state of passion Dean had Cas up against the door, they kissed hard and strong, Dean's lips were wet as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses down his neck, the urge to rip Cas' shirt from his quivering body was much too much, before Dean could stop himself his hand were under Cas' shirt feeling his chest as he pushed Cas hard against the door, his fingers brushed Cas' nipple and a gasp half in surprise but completely in pleasure escaped the boys lips, Dean caught the boy's eye.

"I'm, I'm sorry Cas." Dean apologised, Cas smiled kissed the side of Dean's mouth before taking his shirt off slowly before doing the same to his one. Cas took Dean's hand, led him to the bed and lowered him down. Dean stared in awe at the naked flesh before him; Cas lent on his elbow and gazed down at his lover, tracing his feature with soft feather touches of his gentle finger tips.

"Just the shirt okay?" he almost whispered and Dean nodded in response unable to speak. He slowly lent down and kissed gently, Dean growled as he grabbed Cas and pulled them together instantly added heat and deepened the kiss. That first sensation of skin on skin contact made the wait worth while.

From then on the boys went shirtless, they had parts of each other to touch and explore, they took their time doing so they had all the time in the world for their relationship to progress all the way, they had the rest of their lives. Besides sex wasn't what it was about, not for them. Cas found that Dean had a thing for his chest and stomach being kissed and licked. Dean found Cas had particularly sensitive nipples. When the boys longed for each others flesh pressed against their own heated skin, when they needed their touch and yearned for their tongue inside their wet mouths, when their make out sessions became heated and rough, Dean realised that Cas seemed to have a thing for scratching and biting. Dean thought it may have something to do with his dad, a way of getting the anger out, but on the other hand it could just be one of those things, those little kinks people have, either way Dean was surprised to find he kinda liked it. The sensation it created drove him wild, and the look in Cas' eyes was beyond lustful, just so damn irresistible. Not to mention that ever so often Dean heard the boy make the most alluringly sexy noises, noises that could only be described as a growl, god his boy was sexy. Dean just wanted to rip his clothes of and have him, take him it didn't matter, he just wanted him, all of him completely, to feel him, see him loose control, Cas was always so reserved and controlled he had to be, they both did. Cas was lustful just as much as Dean, despite not being ready for the next step his body yearned for it. Those times were he growled and his control slipped were what turned Dean on the most, gave him a tingly feeling that reached down to his toes. The thought of what it would be like to witness Cas relinquish all control and give in, just made Dean so, hard.

Three months since the incident.

Dean and Cas had just spent the last hour rolling on the bed, Dean had to stop it, he felt his control slipping and his hands begin to wonder, he paced the bedroom keeping his mind of his half naked beautiful boyfriend before him.

"I'm sorry Cas, you're so, and I'm so, than were so, god your look so," Dean was red with embarrassment from his babbling unfinished sentences, Cas found it adorable.

"Would it make you feel better if I put my shirt on." Dean closed his eyes as he begrudgingly nodded; unfortunately he knew what he was like. Cas did so and when Dean opened his eyes again the boys expression had changed, dramatically. Dean was by Cas' side in an instant.

"Cas, what's the matter?"

"Can, can you hold me." Dean climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around his lover. They laid for a while in silence, Dean stroking Cas' hair soothingly as he clung to deans chest.

"Baby, you're shivering"

"Sorry."

"No, don't be sorry Cas, is something wrong?"

"I was just thinking, he's still out there." Deans heart filed with sorrow at haring Cas in sp much fear and pain, if Dean ever got his hands on him he wouldn't think twice before killed the bastard. He kissed Cas gently on the head as his grip tightened around him, instantly Cas felt safe.

"He can't get to you."

"What if he comes back?"

"Hey, I won't let anything bad happen to you okay, I promise."

"I love you Dean."

"I love you too." Cas relaxed slightly though he knew that there was only so much Dean could do. Cas nuzzled into him and they laid peacefully in each others arms until Michael came to take him away.

Mean while.

"Come on, don't be a baby." The dark haired man sternly said as he thrust a handful of coloured pills towards the bed, the man before him stared back, determined to stand his ground this time. Mark gave Balthazar full on puppy eyes.

"I'm not being a baby sweetie," Balthazar looked back at Mark giving his lover his best firm glare, to let him know he meant business, unfortunately Mark's puppy eyes just made him melt completely, though he continued to argue by now he knew he was not winning this one, did he ever. "I just don't want to take anymore pills." Mark's face softened, he hated having to do this, he hated that Balthazar had to take these pills, none of this was fair, but it had to be done.

"They will help," Bolly saw the guilt in Mark's eyes and after one more "please." he caved, completely. He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly took the pills, he sat for a moment staring into his hand, and he didn't stop until she piped up.

"Uncle Bolly, you have to take your medicine or you can't come to my birthday party." Mark let out a deep whistle as he heard how high this tough little negotiator took the stakes as she sat on her dad's lap, swinging her legs joyfully. Bolly's eyes widened and put on his best scared and apologetic look.

"Well now that's not fair, now I have to take them." Bolly smiled widely at Belle then caught Mark's eye, who winked to the patient before he took the pills, hoping he won't have to take them for much longer. After swallowing he opened his mouth for Belle's inspection, once satisfied he took them her face turned happy as a massive smile appeared on her face.

"Yay!" she shouted as she clapped to herself before jumping from her dads lap and trying to clamber onto Bolly's bed. Mark laughed as he lifted the girl up, she fitted nicely in Bolly's arms, as he stroked her hair he lovingly smiled at Mark as he gently held his hand and stroked it with his thumb, he thought maybe he was about to start crying, the moment was just so perfect, well apart from the hospital and bullet wound thing. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Mark got to his feet and removed his hand from Bolly's grasps, the man sighed a little from the cold feeling that gushed over his palm at the loose of contact.

"We'd better go, got to get sleepy draws here back to her mums."

"Okay."

"I'll be back tomorrow and pick you up."

"You'd better I'm not planning on going home alone." They smiled at each other as they thought of moving Balthazar fully into Mark's, the thought of them finally being together gave the two men butterflies. Mark bent down and whispered into Balthazar's ear.

"I'll never leave you alone." After placing a kiss on Balthazar's forehead he scooped down picked his daughter and moved to the door. "I love you." Mark told his lover with soft eyes and a gently smile.

"Love you too." Belle threw her tiny hand in the air and shouted.

"And me!" she called making the men laugh.

"And you Belle." Bolly told the little girl who smiled and waved goodbye as they left. Bolly was left on his own, on his own for the last time, he was going home tomorrow he was going to finally be free, free to live his life with Mark, in Mark's house, their house, their home. Balthazar was going to have a home. A soft smile graced his face as he drifted into a light sleep, waiting for morning to arrive.

So i couldnt have bolly die, im not that heartless, none of you wanted him to go, neither did i and i got a death threat about it- i was slightly scared LOL :P

any way please review :D xxxxx