"What's this I hear your going out with some faggot?" John screams when Dean enters the door to their house. Before the eldest Winchester brother could get a word in edgewise John hit him. Dean was used to this by now, the pain the beatings, it wasn't unusual at this point in time.

He knew John was so drunk he didn't know what he was doing,and as long as Dean was getting beat Sam was in the clear. He hadn't let Sam get hurt yet. Dean himself had taken every belt, every switch, every punch, kick, and slap John ever did, in fear that if he didn't it would trickle down to Sam.
Sam always seen the bruises, but always be lived Dean when he said he tripped and fell or got in a fight at school. The youngest Winchester never second guessed his older brother, therefore he was never at risk for his own brutal punishment.

As John stubble away, Dean got up and made his way to the bathroom. Climbing into the shower to wash away the blood, he started coughing more up, knowing something was broken, but without worry he wiped his mouth and continued washing. As Dean stopped out his blue towel was now tinged with pink and red, he knew his father would just do more harm, and he didn't want Sammy to know he clamored into bed and fell to sleep.

As he awoke the next morning he was sore and bruised all over. His chest, back, and arms where a nasty shade of purple and his head throbbed. He knew he wasn't in any shape to go to school, but he also wanted to see his beloved Castiel. The thought of the man in which caused him such pain the night before, gave him enough power to get dressed and ready for school. He covered the bruises as much as possible, but he knew it'd never be enough for Castiel.

The minute Castiel's sights landed upon Dean's busted lip and split eyebrow he bombarded Dean with question after question. "What happen Dean?" and "What did you do?" Yet the one that got Dean to tell the wing obsessed Novak what happened was the words "What happened baby?" before Dean knew what was going on, words were spilling out of his mouth a mile a minute, and tears poured from his eyes.

"Dean, Dean what happened? I don't understand. Your father did this?" Cas asked for the millionth time. Dean knew he didn't want to believe someone's parents could be so cruel.

Dean composed himself enough to speak some more. "It's been going on since freshman year, when mom died. He'd get so drunk he wouldn't know what he was doing. I let him go after me so he won't go after Sammy. Sam doesn't know, and I don't want him to. He asked this morning and I told him I got into a fight with someone that confronted us on our date." Castiel's heart broke a little more with each word Dean spoke.

"Dean-" Cas began before being interrupted.

"It's fine handsome, I've only got a few fractured ribs, nothing's broken I checked this morning. I've got it under control,"Dean said with a forced smile.

Castiel wasn't convinced, "if you need a place to stay my house is always open, and if you need anything," Castiel grabbed Dean's phone and put his number in, before shooting himself a text so he had Dean's as well. "You now have my number as well. Be careful Dean, please?" Dean had never seen anyone so concerned about him in years. John would never mention the bruises or cuts spread out over his body, and Sammy never hounded him after he was told Dean just got in a fight with someone. His mom was gone, and no one else knew him well enough to know when something was wrong.

Dean smiled at the the thought of having Castiel's number. "You're pretty great, Handsome," Dean whispered as he leaned in and kissed Castiel. Cas no longer cared if anyone seen them together, he was happy to be with Dean. Cas wanted to show Dean all the love he could as he kissed all the tears away.

When they finally pulled away the bell rang signaling Cas' first tardy. Dean watched as Castiel's eyes grew wide and he struggled for a way to depart. Dean just laughed and walked away. Letting Cas run to class, he knew he should go to class, but he also knew his teachers would once again ask why he was all bruised and beaten. He'd had enough of their nosey demeanor for a lifetime. He walked out the door and to his hiding spot that had enough room for no more than two people. As he crouched down to hide from his responsibilities, the tears started to fall.

Dean hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep until he fell his phone ringing in his pocket. He seen the screen name written across his phone and he smiled. "Hey Cas," Dean spoke into the phone as he answered it's constant ringing.

"Where are you? I've been looking for you since fourth hour!" Cas yelled into the phone. He'd been panicking when he hadn't heard from Dean since that morning.

Dean grinned at the thought of Cas being worried about him, but instantly felt bad. He groaned as he tried to get up, smacking his face on the bricks surrounding him. "I'm out by the football field. The little place between the changing room and the bleachers." Dean mumbled as he held his bleeding nose.

"That's it, I'll be right there." Cas hung up and all but ran to where Dean said. It took the boy a minute to find the place Dean had been trying to explain. Dean was back in a small alcove wedged between two brick walls and leaning against the back of the wood bleachers. When Castiel's sights landed upon the man, he knew he needed to do something. Dean looked as though he was unconscious, as he lay there nose bleeding and bruises speak across his face and arms.

Castiel ripped his shirt off and pressed it to Dean's nose, soaking up the falling blood. He checked to make sure he was breathing before getting under one of Dean's arms and nearly dragging Dean to the school. He was beyond worried at Dean's condition as they neared the school doors. Once inside, Castiel realized class had started and he was once again late. Although Castiel was serious about school, he was more serious about Dean Winchester, and the man of his dreams was currently in a worse state than Castiel had seen him. He knew Dean would be mad at him when he realized Cas was the one that took him to the nurse's office, but Cas was more worried about Dean's well being than he would be when Dean was mad at him.

As Castiel was stumbling into the nurse's office, which was three doors from the classroom he was suppose to be in. The nurse opened the door and nearly screamed. "What happened?" She asked as she ushered them into the room. He laid Dean down on the nearest cot before answering her.

"I don't know Mrs. Harvelle, I found him outside like this, I think he's hurt," Cas mumbled sadly as he pulled his now bloody white shirt away from Dean's face. He knew Jo's mom was the school nurse, but he was always respectful.

As the nurse inspected Dean she clucked her tongue. "I'm going to call the ambulance," she said sadly. "You should go to class," she finished when he realized he wasn't going to move.

"Can I go with him? I'm kind of somewhat dating him," Castiel voiced. He wasn't sure Dean wanted anyone to know, but he had to be near Dean.

"Yes, Cas, you can go. Let me just call your Guardian," Mrs. Harvelle whispered as she left the room.

As she walked back into the room, the paramedics were following closely behind, He watched as they moved Dean onto the gurney, and moved him out the door. He followed closely behind them as they went out the door to the ambulance. He seen that in every classroom the students were gathering around the window, to see what all the commotion was about. He didn't want them knowing who it was as he loaded into the front seat next to the driver who handed him an EMT shirt to wear. He heard beeping and yelling in the back as the lights on the ambulance turned on and they took off, flying out of the school and the driver screamed into his radio, telling the hospital medical terms Castiel didn't understand. The only thing he caught was that Dean needed oxygen, and that something was wrong.