Castiel Novak sighed as he washed up a paint pot, left behind from the girl with frizzy brown hair tied in plaits. He didn't really want to go outside, he didn't like it. He didn't like any other children. The other children bullied him. The only safe place he could go was the old oak tree at the back corner of the playground.
"Hey Castiel," Castiel looked up through his floppy black curls at the teacher, Miss Mills.
"You can go outside now. I'll finish up."
Castiel nodded and slowly walked outside. He almost ran to his tree. Just as he got under the cool shadowy braches, he heard a loud snap and a scream.
Castiel gasped and tried to sit up. Pain spiked through his arm and he whimpered. His skinny arm was swaddled in him usual tan trench-coat that his brother, Gabriel, had given to him before he ran away.
But it was at an odd angle and something poked up from under the cloth.
He looked around him, tears forming at the pain.
A small boy was crouched, worried-looking next to him. He had big green eyes, like the tree, which were glinting with tears. The whole playground stood around them watching them, whispering about what had happened. Castiel's face went red at the attention. He was used to being shut away at home and he blended in at school.
"What happened?" Castiel managed to say.
"I-I was climbing the tree, bu-but something broke and I fell and I landed on something."
"You landed on me, didn't you." it was more of a statement but the little boy nodded.
"Sorry." the boy had a slight lisp, Castiel noticed his left front tooth was missing, giving him an innocent look.
Suddenly, Miss Mills scurried over. She hoisted Castiel to his feet.
"Come on, Castiel. The ambulance is here. I'll need to call your parents... Go away children, I'll be in shortly." Castiel could see men in fluorescent jackets coming towards them, through his tears.
The green-eyed boys face came into view.
"Come on, Cas. You get to go in an ambulance!" he enthused, trying to help the smaller boy up.
A man crouched by Cas. "Hey ya, what's your name?"
"Castiel." he gritted his teeth. He must not show weakness, his father had told him, weakness was not becoming of a man. 'Did Jesus whimper like a baby on the cross? Did he moan when His Father told him to sacrifice himself?' he would rage, when Castiel cried over a splinter or cut knee. Gabriel would patch him up, soothing him as he put on Band-aids and anti-septic. He had promised to look after him, but he had lied and he had run away. He had promised he would be back for Castiel when he turned eighteen, but he had turned eighteen three months ago...
Castiel whimpered again when they lifted him into the back of the ambulance.
"I want to go with him!" yelled the boy. Castiel had been seated on the bed, he looked over at the small boy.
"I want him to come with me." he told Miss Mills.
"I'm sorry, Castiel..." but she weakened when he let some more tears slip down his face as he held his broken arm pitifully.
"Fine, but you must not get in their way. I'll follow in my car."
And the green-eyed boy, with the missing front tooth and shaggy brown hair hopped into the back of the ambulance.
The doors shut with an ominous thud.
As the 'paramedics' fussed over Castiel, one giving them both a lolly while another examined him for other injuries.
One pointed out fading bruises on his shoulders and arms but they didn't say anything.
"So, what's your name?" the boy next to him said, around the cherry sweet in his mouth.
"Castiel. What's yours?" he winced again as one prodded his arm with vague confusion.
"Dean."
And Castiel decided that maybe a few (well one certain green-eyed, dimple-cheeked boy) children from his school was okay.
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