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Cas lay in bed that night awake. The thoughts of Dean's kiss taunting him. He only got three hours of sleep before having to wake up extra early so that Gabriel could bring him to school. He was able to get some shuteye on the way, but he was still pretty damn tired when he got out of Gabriel's car. When Gabe drove away Cas was left with people looking, whispering, and laughing at him and his disheveled brown hair. Cas didn't see Dean or Sam anywhere and he was secretly pretty grateful for that. He didn't know what to say to them. He was shuffling his way to the front doors of the school when there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see an unfamiliar looking boy. "Hey, Castiel, right? I'm Bartholomew," he introduced with a charming smile and offered his hand. Cas shook it. "Listen, my bike got stuck in this hole on the side of the school. Do you think there's anyway you can help me get it out?" He asked. "Yes, of course," Cas answered without a second thought.
Cas followed him to the side of the school that was beside the home renovation store. He followed him into the alley and looked around. "I don't understand, where is your bike?" Cas's brows furrowed in confusion. Bartholomew's expression turned dark. "There is no bike, faggot," he spat. Cas registered what was about to happen immediately and turned to run. He only made it a couple steps before he was caught by two more boys and shoved back in the alley. His heart pounded against his chest and he looked at the three terrified. "You scared, fruit cake?" One of the boys sneered as they closed in on him. Before he could register it he was on the ground from a blow to the face. The pain followed immediately after. He cupped his face and curled into the fetal position hoping they would leave him alone.
He was lifted back up and they began to push him back and forth to each other. This lasted a few moments before his legs were kicked out from under him and he was on the dirty concrete again. His head made contact with it and a sharp pain shot through it. His head was spinning and he couldn't get his bearings. He was lifted back up and the two boys held him as Bartholomew punch him again and again and again. Not just in the face either, he hit him all over. "Drop him," Bartholomew ordered. They threw Cas's aching body onto the ground. They began to kick him full force. They paused for a moment. Cas could feel blood dripping from his nose, mouth, and head. Tears were streaming down his face from the unbearable pain. "Please," he croaked," "please, stop," he begged. Bartholomew bent down to eye level with him. He had a smile on. "You deserve it and you know it. You're nothing more than a piece of trash," he told Cas. He spit on him before standing up.
He lifted Cas up by his collar and was holding him up with his pure strength. That's when Cas heard a familiar engine go by before shutting off. "Dean!" He tried to shout his voice was scratchy. "Shut up," Bartholomew ordered before throwing him to the ground. Cas's head slammed against the corner of the dumpster and black spots dotted his vision. "Dean!" He tried again. Bartholomew bent down to make eye contact with him. "Your little boyfriend isn't gonna save you," he told Cas before standing up and kicking him in the stomach so hard Cas couldn't breathe. "You want to fucking bet?" A new voice asked. Cas remained conscious for just long enough to see Dean looking furious with clenched fists. He silently thanked whatever higher power there was and passed out.