A/N: FEAR NOT, YOUR QUEEN IS STILL ALIVE! Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long since I last updated but it wasn't because I wanted. It happened because I had to focus on studying math and Portuguese (because I had exams AND I PASSED BOTH! :3), so I only had time to write this chapter two days ago and I finished it last night.
Anyway, I'm going away on vacation for a week so if I don't post anything please don't kill me. I hope you enjoy this chapter ^^
warning: violence
Chapter 31 – Give up a fight? Never!
In four weeks' time, a lot of things could happen. During that time, Dean decided to really give Castiel a chance to show that he really wasn't that bad of a person. There was so much Dean wanted to understand about Castiel that the only way to understand them was to give him a chance.
At the beginning, Castiel tried to be a controlled version of himself; he would barely speak and he avoided asking questions.
"You gotta stop that Cas." Dean said after two days of spending time with the Novaks.
"Stop what?" He asked with a frown in his face as he tilted his head.
Dean groaned in frustration.
"Everything you're doing. I know you enough to know that this person you're trying to show is not you. And you know what? If you're gunna pretend you're something you're not than you can just stop trying. I wanna know you not this lame version of the real deal, ya know?"
Castiel nodded, mostly to himself.
"Sorry. It's just that I want to redeem myself to you. I was trying to do my best to keep you from being harmed and I didn't notice how much of what I was doing was being just as wrong." Castiel let his face fall, his eyes focused on the floor.
Dean huffed, Castiel was trying and that should be enough. Only it wasn't. Dean wanted to trust him, he wanted to give him a chance, but he was too afraid of being disappointed with what would come up. Dean needed a real proof that things could be different between them and that Castiel wasn't going to hurt him.
"It's fine." Dean said. He hated when Cas looked so down. That's the downside of having a crush on the person you are trying to see if they deserve your trust or not. "It's just… I just… I need you to let me see the real you. Stop trying so hard and just be yourself."
Cas' eyes searched for Dean's. Dean was looking directly into them and Cas smiled. Ever since the beginning of their interactions Dean would almost never look him in the eyes, yet there he was looking at his eyes without his stance even faltering.
"You should come over today," Cas said as they walked together.
"Sure. I'll grab Sam after school and we'll go to your place as soon as we can."
xXx
After that, Cas started being more like himself and they started hanging out together almost every day after school. Sometimes Dean and Sam would meet them at the house, other times Sam and Gabe were already at home when Dean and Cas finally got there –those days were mostly the ones where Dean had to work with Bobby at the garage, those days were the ones where Castiel would keep him company while he was under a car working his way through it.
Some days Gabriel and Sam would go out by themselves and Dean would be alone with Cas trying to get to know him better. But they would also do it the other way around; Cas and Dean would go out and Sam would stay at the house with Gabe. There were many times where they would simply hang out together, all of them. Balthazar would join them whenever he could manage and most of the times he would simply lay there and pretend to be bored because he was the 'only one who doesn't have a boyfriend'.
Dean was slowly letting himself trust Cas, but not completely… He needed to be sure nothing bad would come out of their new found friendship.
During the second week, when Sam finally got to the Novaks with Dean, Gabriel grabbed his arm and pulled him to his bedroom.
"Yo guys! I have something to show to Sam, Dean you should just hang out with Cassie for a while." He said with a smirk as he toed Sam up the stairs.
Neither Dean nor Cas gave it much importance, since they were already used to the routine of being alone with each other. The only thing Dean missed was hanging out with Charlie. They had been spending less time together, but Dean had a plan to make all three of them hang out one of these days.
As soon as they were inside Gabe's room, he clicked the door shut and threw Sam to the bed.
"Oh Sammy! You just wait and see! I found something so awesome!" Gabe said excitedly. "You have no idea how much I wanted to do this ever since I found it!"
Sam was torn between being amused and being scared. Gabriel simply started laughing his ass off while he was sitting there waiting to see what could be so awesome.
Gabriel brought his computer to life and started hunting down his folders until he found the right one. He smirked knowingly at Sam and his eyes went back the computer.
"Ah!" Gabriel shouted happily as he found the right file. "Just you wait and see! Eheh!"
Sam sighed, rolled his eyes and looked back at Gabriel expectantly.
The minute he heard a piano track, Gabriel started singing.
"I've seen his face, I've heard his name. I've lost my place and he's to blame. And I can't stand it when I'm staring in his eyes, and he's not looking back it ain't a big surprise…"
Sam stared at Gabriel with wide eyes as he saw him singing, a huge smile in his face.
"I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that he could hear his voice the way that I do, when I go to sleep at night and dream my life away, but he's gone when I awake."
Is there a point in this? Sam thought to himself, trying to figure out why the hell Gabriel was singing a song to him.
The next split of a second, Gabriel's smile turned into a grin and he stepped further closer to Sam, knelling in front of him.
"Sammy… Sammy… Why can't you see what you're doing to me…?"
Sam's wide went wide as he heard Gabriel sing his name. Was he doing it on purpose, or was it only because his name was already on the song?
"The way his hair falls in his eyes, makes me wonder if he'll ever see through my disguise, I'm under his spell; everything is fallin', I don't know where to land; everyone knows who he is but he don't know who I am."
"Sammy… Sammy… Why can't you see what you're doing to me…?"
Sam's wide eyes went back to their normal size as his expression softened and he looked at Gabriel softly, listening to Gabriel's voice that made him think of honey.
"I've see you singin' on that stage, looking like an angel and all I do is pray (that maybe) One day you'll hear my song and understand that all along there's something more that I'm trying to say, when I say…"
"Sammy… Sammy… Why can't you see what you're doing to me…?"
"Sammy… Ooh when I say Sammy… When I say… Why can't you see, what you're doing to me… What you're doing to me"
Gabriel kept on singing the song until it was over, his hands falling over Sam's and gripping them tight as his smile kept on place. The minute the song was over Gabriel pulled his arms around Sam and pulled him into a hug.
Once they broke free from the embrace, Gabriel smiled widely and look Sam's hand again.
"So, what did you think?"
"It was interesting… Did you change it to my name or was it already there?"
Gabe laughed.
"Actually, I changed it. The original song, which is amazing by the way, is sang to a girl whose name is Sami with one 'm' and one 'i'. I figured I should change the lyrics because that song… It says everything I feel about you Sammy." The amusement in his voice was gone and all that was left was honesty. "I care about you Sam, and when I first saw you, you looked like an angel and I thought I was never going to be able to make someone as beautiful and perfect as you to even look at me…"
Sam was at a loss of words. There was no way he knew how to answer that… No way at all. His eyes shifted to his lap and he inhaled softly. A few seconds later, his eyes focused back up on Gabriel's and his face started to shift closer to his boyfriend's.
The motion took Gabriel by surprise. Since the second Sam moved to kiss him softly in his lips, to the moment his face got away, Gabriel was stunned with Sam's initiative.
During the first few seconds, Gabriel had his eyes wide open. It only took a matter of seconds for him to relax and kiss Sam back. They kissed softly, their lips moving against each other and then it was over. Sam pulled back and when Gabriel opened his eyes once more Sam's cheeks were flustered all the way to his ears.
"Thank you." Sam muttered, his head falling towards Gabriel's right shoulder. "For singing it to me. I feel the same way about you, Gabe…"
xXx
Downstairs, Cas and Dean were discussing what they should do together that could involve Charlie. Being away from her is something that not only bothered him deeply but something he needed to get fixed soon.
"I'm telling you Cas… You can't live without having seen High School Musical!" Cas huffed desperately.
"Why do you insist on this Dean? We have so many other things we could be watching or doing… Why does it have to be a musical like that? I want to watch a movie with action!"
Dean rolled his eyes.
"But you're gunna love this movie! There's so much drama in it! And we gotta admit that everyone is really hot in this movie!"
Cas smirked.
"If I wanted to look at hot people I would just look at you, ya know?"
Dean was getting more and more used to the way Castiel talked, whenever Cas flirted with him or whenever he decided to be playful around Dean… But he wasn't completely used to it. A blush crept to his face and Dean didn't know exactly what to say.
"And besides, I don't want you getting a hard on while showing me movies."
Dean's blush intensified and Castiel's smirk widened. Dean didn't know what to say at all, so he went for the first thing that crossed his mind.
"I don't need to watch movies with you to get a hard on." His voice was only a note above a whisper.
Cas smiled darkly at him, a mix between pride and amusement.
"Ah, I'm such a good influence on you!" Cas said proudly. "But we should work on that wit of yours. I know you have it in you, we just gotta get you to break free from those chains that keep you from being who you should be!"
Dean rolled his eyes.
"I'll try harder if we watch this movie." Maybe if he insisted Cas would finally accept it and shut up.
"Yeah, that's exactly what we need here Dean. You gotta go harder if you want to get some results!" He said, while winking suggestively and licking his lips as if to prove his point.
"Seriously Cas, that's the best you can do?" Dean asked with a poker face. "I was expecting a bit more of your oh so amazing comebacks!"
It was Cas' turn to roll his eyes.
"Shut up… You love me!"
"As long as you believe it Cas…" Dean countered, stealing Cas' smirk to answer his provocation.
Cas' face looked like it was about to counter argue with him, but no words came out of his mouth. He opened and shut it quickly and eventually gave up with a loud huff.
"Now, are we gonna watch the movie or what?" Dean asked with a very pleased smile.
"Fine… Let's watch your damn movie!"
Dean nodded and grabbed his phone from his pocket.
"Alright, let me just text Charlie that she can get inside."
Cas frowned at him.
"Is Charlie coming over?"
The sound of the door opening was a loud yell from Charlie was enough answer for him.
"Jesus fuck! This place is awesome!" Charlie said as she searched her way into the living room. "I knew you said this place looked like a magazine, Dean, but this even better! Can I live here?" She asked as she ungracefully sat herself on the couch and placed her feet on the coffee table in front of it.
Castiel looked between her and Dean.
"When were you going to mention she was coming to watch the movie with us?" Dean looked at him like a child pretending it wasn't their fault.
"I didn't mention it? Oops, sorry… Charlie is gunna watch the movie with us." He said and placed his arm behind Charlie's shoulders. "So how are you Charlie?"
"Alright fine she can watch it with us… But don't except me to hold back my sarcasm…" Cas said, trying to get a reaction out of Dean.
Dean simply laughed.
"Prepare yourself Cas, you're about to learn what sarcasm really looks like! Charlie here can make a sailor blush!" He managed to say between laughs. "Don't go too hard on him Charlie… We might shock him!"
Castiel frowned, not really sure if Dean was joking or not, but from the way Charlie nodded at Dean's statement, he was inclined to think he was being serious.
"Damn right I can try to be less aggressive if your friend over here is a sensitive kind of person!" She replied with an expression between a smirk and a grin.
Dean snorted.
"I don't think you can do it…"
Charlie mimicked Dean.
"I can do whatever the hell I want. Now let's watch this freaking movie because I want to see Ashley Tisdale being a freaking hot Sharpay!"
Whenever Charlie got excited she started commanding everyone around and those who were used to her behavior knew not to oppose to them.
"Yes ma'am! High School Musical is coming right up!" Dean replied, while getting out of his place in the sofa to put the DVD on the player.
When everything was ready, Dean sat back on the couch and noticed Castiel was sitting by the edge of the couch as if he were afraid of Charlie.
"Come on Cas, she's not gunna bite you."
Castiel rolled his eyes.
"Oh I know that, but I don't want to risk it." He mumbled through clenched teeth. He knew why Anna and Charlie broke up and he was genuinely afraid of her being so mad at him she would kill him. He looked at Charlie who was carefully avoiding looking at him, he knew what he needed to do and he wanted to make things right. "It's my fault you know…"
"Ugh?" Charlie mouthed looking at him inquisitively.
"Anna... I told her some stuff and she didn't know how to react, and I suggested her to repay me with a blowjob." Cas silenced himself trying to find a way to make it up to both Anna and Charlie. "She couldn't do it… And I didn't insist it. She only pulled me into her mouth only to stop a few seconds later… She said it was too weird for her and I agreed. We used to be friends, and having her do that for me again was as bad as the first time all those years ago." Cas had been looking at his hands during the whole thing, and when he reached his last words he looked towards Charlie's eyes. "I'm sorry… I should have never suggested it. And I'm really sorry it made you both unhappy. I saw Anna the other days and she was so sad… I hate it when she is sad."
Charlie stopped him.
"Stop." She grabbed his arm and Castiel was ready to fly away if the situation indicated to her being about to hurt him. "As long as you regret it, I won't be mad. As long as you realized how wrong it was, it's… Well… it's not fine, but it could be worse… Thank you for telling me that, Castiel."
xXx
When Cas joined him at the garage, he would sit around and pass Dean his tools and there were some brief moments in which Castiel and Bobby would get themselves in a discussion about Latin, which turned out to be a language they both spoke –of course Bobby was way better than him, since he had had more time to learn it than Castiel did, but they could still get into heated arguments about which author was better or which word was better for some situations.
xXx
After that day with Charlie in the Novak's household, things got a tad bit better. Charlie would join them more often, though she still wasn't a hundred percent sure if they should trust Cas or not. They ended up watching movies together more often than not, especially whenever one of them was bored.
They had agreed they would all watch Harry Potter together, and as soon as they told their brothers, Sam smiled like a fool because he just loved Harry Potter. Balthazar didn't act much on it, but everyone could see how enthusiastic he was with the news. Gabriel of course wanted to be with Sam, so he agreed to it, too.
"Great! I'll come with the next movies some other day, but let's sit for now." Charlie said as she took the first movie from her school bag.
Everyone enjoyed the movie, and Dean made sure to pay attention to Cas' reactions. He just wanted to make sure he was enjoying the movie properly. All of those little reactions were there and that left Dean satisfied.
xXx
During the day, everything was fine. What wasn't fine was when the Winchester boys got their stuff and went back to their house.
John seemed to be waiting for them every day and he always found a reason to yell at them.
Dean was so used to having John yelling at him as soon as he stepped inside that he lowered his head and just let his father scream at them.
"You're a fucking piece of shit, Dean! Where the hell were you?" John yelled.
Dean knew better than not to answer.
"I was working at Bobby's." He muttered loud enough for his father to listen.
"What did you say? You can't even speak up! You're fucking disgusting! I am disgusted of thinking you're my son! You good for nothing piece of trash!" John yelled, his face as close to Dean's left ear as he possible.
"I'm sorry…" Dean said, a bit louder than before.
"Oh, you're sorry? You should have fucking thought about it before you fucking pissed me off." John's eyes were hard on him, though he couldn't stand without leaning onto Dean without falling to the floor.
John raised his hand and hit Dean's face.
"You're worse than a fucking girl." John yelled with hatred. "Even trash is fucking better than you."
Dean's body was shivering and he could feel tears forming in his eyes. He hated when John was this drunk that the only thing he could remember was how much he hated Dean. Even with that, Dean's body was set in front of Sam's, trying to protect him from anything John could do.
Suddenly, John felt brave and kicking Dean's stomach, sending him to the floor. John stumbled to catch himself and when he felt somewhat stable, he resumed kicking Dean and calling him every name he could think of –which was rather limited since he was as drunk as one can be.
Whenever John acted violently –which was almost every day– Sam would step in and try to calm John down.
"Come on, dad!" Sam always said, trying to grab his father's arms and bringing him to the couch.
"Sammy!" John would say, as if that was the first time he realized Sam was there too. "Did you see your good for nothing piece of shit brother?"
Dean hated it. He hated everything about feeling so down, but he couldn't help submitting to his father's hits and blows. He just took everything until Sam stepped in and saved him. Dean wanted to be stronger. Stronger enough to make him the one who could protect his brother, but Dean just couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to hit John back.
Sam usually tried to shift John's attention to something else, so he would leave Dean alone. When he was done with John, usually when he passed out on the couch, Sam would help him get up.
"Come one Dean… We're not staying here." And so they walked back to the Novak's to stay the night.
Gabriel was more than happy that they were both leaving their house and he always tried to make them simply stay with him.
"If you don't leave my place, you get to stay away from him…" He always tried to persuade them, but Dean just couldn't.
"I can't leave him there alone…"
Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"As if he would be this concerned with you."
The words stung, but Dean knew they were true. Still, he couldn't do it. He couldn't abandon his father.
More often than not, Castiel would bring Dean to his room and get him to sleep there.
"Dean, you can't just keep sleeping on the couch!" He reasoned.
"That couch is like heaven! I can sleep there much better than…" He couldn't bring himself to finish that sentence. His bed was bad, it made his back hurt but it was his. This couch was so much better than his bed and he didn't mind sleeping there.
"Come on, Dean!" Cas said grabbing Dean's arm and towing him towards his room.
Castiel's bedroom was nice, the walls were painted in a soft color, since it was so poorly lit, Dean's wasn't sure if it was a soft yellow or another soft color. There wasn't much in his walls, only two pictures of the three brothers together, it was more for comparison than anything else, one of the pictures was from before the accident, and the second could only have a few weeks, since Cas had his hair dyed and he was actually smiling to the camera. Cas' bed was big enough for two people, but Dean could see there was a spare mattress on the side of his bed. There was a desk just beside Cas' window.
"I was thinking you could sleep here, Dean…" Cas said, sounding somewhat shy for the first time. "You shouldn't have to sleep in the couch when there are better options." He was trying to make Dean think he was only thinking rationally, when both of them knew that wasn't true.
Dean wasn't exactly comfortable at saying yes and sleeping in the same room as Castiel, but he also didn't want to refuse. Cas was being nice and trying to help him out.
"Okay." Dean agreed slowly.
Castiel smiled brightly and grabbed Dean a pillow and a blanket so he could sleep with something more than those soft sheets.
Dean was almost asleep when Castiel spoke.
"I'm not stupid, you know…"
"What do you mean?"
"Your excuses are starting to end… I won't do anything until you tell me what's going on for sure, but you should know… I can add two plus two. You leave in the afternoon, and you come back here at night with a new bruise. Dean you can't let this happen to you." Dean could sense the concern in Cas' voice.
"I'm fine."
Cas snorted.
"You're all but fine, Dean!" His voice was set between amused and mad. "You can't see it, but whenever you get here you look like you're about to both cry and kill someone… There's something off at your place and don't you even dare trying to deny it! I know someone is hurting you, and that someone lives with you. So, you could just tell me what's wrong. I can help you fix it."
Despite Cas' words, Dean couldn't.
"I can't." He whispered, his voice trembling. "I can't." Dean hated how broken he sounded, but he couldn't stop himself from starting to cry.
Castiel was fast to react. He got himself to Dean's mattress and snuck under the sheets and pulled Dean into him.
"I'm sorry Dean." He whispered, his hand stroking Dean's back.
Dean couldn't help himself from grabbing Castiel towards him, his tears soaking Cas' pajama shirt.
"I'm so-sorry." He said. "I ca-can't tell you."
"I would say that it's okay, but Dean… We both know it's all but okay. You can tell me whenever you're ready to admit what's going on."
Dean snuggled closer to Castiel and fisted his shirt. He kept crying until he had no more tears and his eyes felt heavy.
"I'm sorry." He whispered brokenly. "I didn't mean to ruin your night like this."
Cas chuckled.
"Don't worry about it. Just be sure to tell me what's going on when you are ready; because believe it or not I just want to help you, Dean."
Despite the honesty in Castiel's words, Dean wasn't very attentive. His body was snuggled up close to Cas and his head was resting in Cas' chest.
"G'night, Cas." Dean whispered, practically sleeping already.
"Good night, Dean." He whispered back letting himself rest against Dean's warm body.
And so every day was spent with the Novaks and almost every night was too.
The next morning came and when Dean woke up, he had to run from Castiel's bedroom to the bathroom because his face was as red as a tomato, his heart was racing and he just couldn't have picked a better time to wake up with a boner.
It took him some good ten minutes under the cold water of the shower to finally let himself cool down and relax.
Despite all those efforts, everything went down to the flush when Castiel blinked at him sleepily in the morning, whispering in his low voice –even lower thanks to being thick with sleep– a "Good morning, Dean" that made Dean tremble to his very core.
Good God, please save me from any embarrassment. Dean thought, trying to will away his new forming erection.
xXx
Everything was going as bad as usual, when the ball finally dropped completely.
Dean and Sam arrived home late, even more than they were starting to show up lately, and John was up in their way as soon as they touched the doorknob.
"Where the fuck were you?" John started. "Why the fuck do you even let your brother walk out fucking side at this fucking time of the night boy?" With his brows creased, he stumped towards his sons.
Dean swallowed thickly in his own saliva, trying not to panic.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"I though you already knew this, Deanna: Better be fucking safe than sorry!" He yelled in Dean's ears. "You're a good for nothing piece of shit!" He spit his last words in Dean's face.
The first hit was against Dean's already thoroughly bruised chest, his legs were next and all Dean did was try to protect both his brother and his face.
"You think you can hide that pretty face from me, don't you Deanna?" He spit, his voice full of sarcasm and anger.
Dean's face went as pale as it could when John started taking his belt off. He could take with everything else, but the belt was the thing that hurt the most and made him blind with pain.
John was more than ready to use the belt as a crop, his body was already in motion when Sam jumped in front of Dean, and the blow hit him instead.
Sam hissed in pain as he doubled himself over his arm, trying to protect it from receiving another blow. Tears started prickling in his eyes when Dean sat him down, gave him a feather light kiss on the wound –just like he would do when they were younger and muttered "I kissed the pain away, so now it doesn't hurt, right?"– He got himself in front of John and stared at him with disgust.
"You're a monster." Sam whispered so low only himself could listen, though the words were directed at John.
John tried to hit Dean again, and this time he hit him, full of force on his stomach. As Dean fell to the floor he opened his mouth like a fish to scream in pain, as this blow had been much harder than the one Sam took, but no sound came out of it.
"You're a fucking idiot who can't even FUCKING DO ANYTHING RIGHT!" John yells, throwing the belt away towards the couch after one more hit on Dean's stomach. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY?"
Dean could feel his father's rage in every kick he received, in every word he said. And above that, he could feel his own rage bubbling inside of him.
After a while, John backed away, he went towards the kitchen and Dean let himself relax momentarily. They were so going back to the Novak's tonight.
What he wasn't expecting was for John to come back with a knife in his hands.
"Since you can't fucking do it yourself, I'LL DO IT FOR YA, YA LITTLE BITCH!" John tried to stab Dean with the knife and all he could do was roll over on the floor to avoid the blade.
John managed to kick Dean a few more times, one of them he even managed to still Dean's body under his foot. He was about to stab Dean with the kitchen blade when Sam kicked it away from John's hand.
John looked at Sam with rage.
"Why did you do that for, boy?" He asked, his voice starting to sound like a low growl rather than something human. "I'm about to do all of us a fucking favor!"
Sam shook his head and placed himself in front of Dean.
"You can't do that. He deserves so much better than this." Sam's voice was also starting to sound enraged and that only meant one thing… Defiance.
"Shut your fucking mouth, Sam." John warned, his face shifting with anger.
"No." Sam replied, his voice full of strength.
"You fucking asked for it." John snarled as he hit Sam's face.
The moment John's hand hit Sam, two sounds could be heard: the well-known sound of a slap and Dean's heart breaking. He felt so terrible for having to listen to his baby brother being treated this way… None of it was his fault; none of it should be brought back to him… Dean finally felt a motion of rage cross his body and he did what he should have done a long time ago.
Dean got up and focused on his after-school lessons with Benny, he positioned himself in the best position to defend himself while also being able to attack.
"You're fucking going to fight me?!" John asked laughing at Dean's face. "You're fucking USELESS!"
John's screams were what kept Dean somewhat calm, listening to something he was so used to was easier to get him to focus. He managed to stay put until John attacked.
He threw his fist towards Dean's stomach and Dean slapped it away with his left hand. John's drunken state helped Dean to stay still, even if his stomach hurt like hell.
"AHH!" John screamed frustrated.
Dean said nothing; he kept in position, ready to defend himself and Sam. Before he could start hitting John, he needed to figure out what would be the best way to bring him to the floor. After a few tries, John finally managed to hit Dean's shoulder, making the boy stumble slightly to regain balance.
"Your fucking gunna 'egret evah being born Deanna." John slurs, his words getting mixed together, both from the fight and the quantity of drinks he had before. "Imma kill you."
Dean knew better than to react to those words, he had been hearing them for years, but there was something in John's face that told him he would do it given the chance. But Dean was absolutely not gunna let that happen, letting John kill him would mean that Sammy would be alone and that's the last thing Dean wanted.
For the first think Dean did was start attacking, John wasn't prepared from it, since he was bitching and moaning about Dean to notice Dean's swift movement. His leg hit John's from behind and the other man lost balance, his knees falling to the floor.
"Ya fuckin' bitch!" John yelled at the top of his lungs.
Dean didn't even shiver at John's loud voice; he took a deep breath and prepared himself for what was coming next. Thankfully for him, during the last four weeks, he and Benny started covering how to keep the attacker on the floor, and giving his best to knock the person unconscious. Dean got his legs a safe distance from each other, almost in front of each of John's shoulders, about eleven inches apart from John's body. His hand blew a punch on John's right cheek, since the man was still noticing that he was the one getting hit and not the one hitting.
The second time Dean tried to hit his father, John reacted. He grabbed Dean's closed fist in one hand and turned his arm around. With his other hand, John made grabbed his son's left leg and pulled it towards himself, making Dean fall, his head almost hitting the floor hadn't he had time to use this free hand to lighten the fall.
Dean's free foot started kicking John's chest, arms, face; whatever they reached, he hit. John didn't let go of Dean's arm until he managed to pull Dean closer to himself. He placed Dean's arm around his son's back, so he had no way to free himself without John noticing; in other words, Dean was screwed.
This was probably the only thing Benny hadn't taught him yet… Dean managed to keep a cool head and to think before doing something reckless.
Dean's hand was pressed close against John's penis. What a great coincidence, Dean thought to himself. Dean waited for the moment John grabbed his neck for close his hand around John's most sensible area. Being as drunk as he was, John howled in pain as Dean twisted his hand, therefor also twisting John. John immediately let go of Dean and Dean rolled himself away from John.
Adrenaline was running through Dean's system so fast that he wasn't even scowling in pain.
John let himself recuperate slowly, but when he was back to his feet, he managed to grab Dean's throat and started chocking his eldest son. Dean tried to free himself, but John was an arm away from Dean's reach and the only thing that could touch John were his legs. Dean tried to kick himself free but John managed to keep himself steady, his hands tightening around Dean, making the boy lose air and not be able to catch it back to his lungs.
John shifted their places and Dean noticed that Sam wasn't where he had put him, near the corner of the doorway with their entrance cabinet. Instead, Sam was standing behind John and he had a pan in his hands; he used it to bang against John's head with as much force as he could. The bang wasn't hard enough to knock John unconscious on the floor, but it made him frown. Sam kept hitting John as hard as he could, wherever he could and eventually, John let go of an almost unconscious Dean that was battling to keep both his breath and his eyes open.
Slowly John turned around just in time for Sam to hit him with the pan in his nose. John fell to the floor and Sam never stopped hammering with the pan, only interrupting the motion to kick John wherever he could reach, though it was mostly John's chest. It took a long time for Sam to stop hitting John, and he only did so when John stopped slurring words and Dean's wheezes for breath were heard.
Throughout the whole fight, both John and Dean cursed and yelled in pain. The sounds of feet kicking someone and their gasps for breath…. The way everything stopped except for Dean's very heavy breathing pattern made Sam worry and immediately he hit John one last time, letting the pan fall in John's bruised face.
Sam ran towards Dean, his eyes were as open as he could, which was almost nothing; he looked as if he was about to step into a deep sleep, but wasn't quite there yet. Dean's face was bruised, both eyes forming black rings around them, his inferior lip was swollen and so was Dean's right cheek.
"Oh, my God." Sam muttered, grabbing Dean's arms and pulling him near himself.
Before doing anything else, Sam scrubbed as best as he could Dean's wounds though they still looked as bad as before.
"Let's get out of this place." Sam said, loathing in his voice.
xXx
It took them about an hour to reach the Novak's. Sam had to stop along the way to rest, because carrying Dean was hard and Sam was tired from the fight too. He managed to keep Dean awake; they talked about anything that crossed Sam's mind, though Dean's answers were short and his voice sounded as raw as it could go.
"We're almost there, Dean…" By this point, Sam was carrying Dean bridal stile, mostly because Sam was afraid Dean would fall backwards if he was in Sam's back. Dean's face was against Sam's right shoulder, his left arm on top of his belly and the right one swayed with each footstep Sam took.
As they reached the Novak's, Sam used his voice to call Gabriel. Sam couldn't hold it together anymore, Dean wasn't answering anymore and he was afraid Dean would never wake up again.
"GABE! GA-GABE P-PLEASE…" His voice failed him as he shouted for help.
It took five seconds until Sam heard the loud thumping of feet on wood and a loud bang as someone jumped the last 5 stair steps. The door swung open and Gabriel gasped, both from running down the stair and from the sight in front of him.
"Ga-Gabe…" Sam called, making the other boy look him in the eyes. "He-help me…" There were tears in his eyes, and he couldn't keep holding Dean for much longer; he was too drained.
"Oh God…" Gabriel said as he rushed forward to take Dean from Sam's exhausted arms. "Sam… What happened to your face?"
"Wh-what?" Sam asked, his voice shaking almost as hard as his body.
"Your eye… You have a black eye." Gabriel said carefully.
Sam raised his hand and touched his face; he felt pain as he touched his left eye.
"He must have hit me the first time around."
"Come on, let's get you inside… Cassie still has that mattress in his room and we need to put Dean down."
Castiel was walking down the stairs, when he saw them.
"Hey Gabe, is it just me or Sam's outsi-?" Cas stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Gabriel carrying an unconscious Dean in his arms. "Dean…"
Castiel rushed towards the older Winchester and grabbed his feet, carrying some of his weight himself. Both Novaks carried Dean to Castiel's room and Cas convinced them that Dean should stay in the bed instead of the mattress. As they laid Dean down, Gabriel rushed to Sam who was crying and hugged the younger boy.
"Shhh…" Gabe tried to calm Sam down, but the boy just couldn't stop. "Shhh… Dean's gunna be fine… He just needs to sleep." His hands started caressing Sam's back, patting him on the shoulder and pulling him closer every once in a while.
"I-it's my f-fault" Sam muttered against Gabriel's now mostly wet t-shirt. "I sh-should hav-have told Dean to le-let it go… But he-he just jum-jumped in front of-of me and sav-saved me."
Gabe shook his head in disbelief.
"None of it is your fault, Sammy…" He whispered to Sam's ear while kissing the top of his head. "He knew what he was getting himself into… And I'm not saying it was his fault… But he already knew what was gunna come out of it. Okay? It wasn't your fault."
Sam tried to calm down, even if it was only one bit.
"Okay." He sniffled, but he wasn't fully convinced.
In Castiel's room, Cas was sitting in the edge of the bed, trying to decide what he should do. Should he let Dean rest or should he try to bring him into consciousness? It seemed like waking Dean up was the best thing to do… But Dean probably needed to rest; he looked way too tired to be awake. Cas could already see the marks starting to form in Dean's neck and there was no way they were anything other than the imprints of hands.
"Son of a bitch," Cas muttered. "If only you would tell me what he does to you…"