No justice
Cas looked at Dean who tilted his head in confusion. His eyes. He needed to hide his eyes before he even thought about looking at Michael. He panicked and looked another pledge who was drinking out of a beer bottle next to them. His sunglasses were tucked in the neck of his t shirt.
Cas grabbed the glasses quickly before placing them over his eyes. "Sorry. Pledges can't ask questions," he told the guy unapologetically when he started to protest.
He turned back to Michael and the other two guys who were helping hold him upright. "Hey, Milton. What are you doing at an Alpha party?," he asked them in a higher pitched voice than he usually spoke in.
"Sunglasses at night? You've officially reached that level of frat boy douchery," Michael commented, earning a chuckle from the two guys he had in tow.
"I know. I'm barely catching up to you," he shot back. Dean snickered behind him and Cas wanted to smile but he stopped himself.
Michael shot Dean a dirty look. Cas took a step in front of Dean in an effort to hide him from the older boys. He knew how ruthless they could get and he wasn't going to let them do that to him.
"This is Zachariah and Ezekiel. They're new to Beta. Thought we'd come by and check out the party. It's the only one on the block tonight," Michael said.
Cas felt like his heart stopped in his chest. "Sorry, I hate forgetting names," he held out his hand for the blonde to shake. "Which one are you?," he said in a false friendly tone.
"Zach," the boy answered.
Cas pulled his hand away before he could shake it. He didn't need to feel his touch on him either. He felt like he was turning in slow motion as he looked Ezekiel up and down.
The guy was bigger than him, taller than him and looked like he could easily lift three hundred pounds. "Ezekiel," he said with disdain while staring at him.
The boy shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. "Well, we better get going," Michael finally said. Cas turned towards him and could hear the audible sigh of relief that Ezekiel let out.
"Dude, that's a nasty bruise," Cas commented while pointing at the yellowish purple bruise underneath Michaels eye.
"Shut up," Michael said back before walking away with his own frat brothers.
Cas waited until he saw Michael reach Raphael before he turned back to Dean. Dean had an odd look on his face as if he didn't know what to think.
"What?," Cas asked rhetorically as he took off the sunglasses.
"That was some pissing contest. Is that what I can look forward to?," Dean questioned him with a small smile.
Cas chuckled then pinned the sunglasses into the collar of his shirt. Gabe popped back up quickly. "Bro, why aren't you drinking? You're going to want to be drunk if you expect to make it through the night."
"Let's chug together," Cas suggested, causing Gabe's eyes to light up with excitement.
Gabe and Cas clinked their plastic cups together. Gabe immediately put the cup to his lips and began to chug. Cas watched him for a second before tossing his beer over his shoulder. He placed the empty cup on his lips and brought it down at the same time Gabe did.
"Ah," he said dramatically. Gabe smiled then patted him on the back proudly.
Cas looked to his side where Dean was still standing. His brow was furrowed together and he was giving Cas a confused stare. Cas frowned but shrugged his shoulders lightly.
"Hey, who are those guys that Michael Milton's with?," Cas asked Gabe even though he already knew the answer. He just wanted more information from someone higher up in the brotherhood than him.
Gabe narrowed his eyes while scanning the crowd that seemed to be getting bigger by the minute. He spotted Michael still talking to Raphael. Ezekiel and Zach were still behind him as if they were his bodyguards.
Gabe's mouth opened as he recognized them. "Ah, that's Ezekiel and Zachariah. I think they just got initiated a few weeks ago during the summer."
Cas nodded. "So, they're Beta, too?," he questioned him casually.
"Mhm. Which means two more minions for Michael. But I gotta go check on my group. I'll see you later," Gabe told him as he grabbed a beer off a nearby table and sauntered away.
Cas looked back at Ezekiel who was now chatting with a girl in a sorority. His hand was resting casually on the side of the house as he leaned into her. She held a red cup in her hands but her body language seemed tense. Uncomfortable.
"Are you okay, Cas?," Dean asked him as he placed a hand on his forearm.
Cas tore his arm away from the simple touch and flinched. Dean gasped softly at Cas' actions. "I'm sorry. Will you excuse me?," he said as he started to walk in the direction of Ezekiel and the girl.
Dean appeared at his side halfway to them. "Sorry. I'm on first shift. I have to follow you," he said sounding sincerely sorry.
Cas bit his tongue and attempted not to roll his eyes. He knew it wasn't Deans fault. It was whoever's bright idea it was to have a pledge follow you 24/7. Pledges will do anything that they're told.
Cas put on his best fake smile as he finally approached the two of them. He could feel Dean at his side and prayed silently that he wouldn't make a comment.
"Hey! Ezekiel, right?," he asked the taller boy.
Ezekiel tore his eyes away from the girl and nodded in Cas' direction. He turned back to the girl who took the moment to take a step back. Ezekiel took a step forward and invaded the girls space once again.
Cas remembered Meg mentioning that he drugged her drink. He eyed the cup in the girls hand and felt his stomach twist. He swiftly grabbed the bottom of the cup before dumping it onto the girls shirt.
She gasped loudly as the liquid seeped into her shirt. "What the hell, man?!," Ezekiel said angrily.
Cas saw rage flash through his eyes and he immediately knew that he was dangerous. "I'm so sorry. I'm just clumsy. Why don't you go home and change," he suggested to the girl.
She looked between Cas and Ezekiel before nodding and walking away to go find her friends. Cas felt relief settle in his stomach as she got out of sight. Ezekiel pushed his shoulder roughly and Cas forced himself not to swing at him.
Cas tightened his fist as he looked Ezekiel in the eye. "Don't fucking touch me," he demanded as his demeanor changed.
He felt the way he did when his black mask and hood was on. He no longer felt like he was some frat boy at a party. He felt like it was just the two of them and the background faded away.
Ezekiel laughed darkly. "Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?," he challenged him with a smug smile.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Cas replied. His mind rushed with ideas he could do to him.
Ezekiel raised his fist quickly. Cas reached up and grabbed his fist with one hand before it could connect to his face. He stared Ezekiel in the eyes as he twisted his hand swiftly.
He watched in satisfaction as his face twisted up in pain. He tightened his grip on his hand when Ezekiel tried desperately to pull away. Slowly, reality came back to him.
"Cas! Cas! You're hurting him!," Dean screamed as he pushed on his chest to get him to back up.
Cas looked into wild green eyes before he released Ezekiel's hand. He fell to the ground as he held onto his bruised hand. Cas frowned while walking away.
He opened the back door and walked into the empty house. "Cas! Where are you going? What was that?," Dean questioned him as he followed him up the stairs.
Cas ignored him but stopped in front of the door to his room. He turned around and looked at Dean coldly. "It was nothing. I'm fine. Just please leave me alone," he requested.
"You're not okay," Dean challenged him. Cas swallowed down the large lump that formed tightly in his throat. Dean stared at him intensely and it was like he could easily see right through him.
"Why do you care?," Cas questioned him. His eyes searched Deans looking for some kind of hint. His eyes were raw and full of emotion but he looked mostly worried.
"Because I- I like you," he admitted softly. He softly reached out and placed his hand on Cas' arm.
Cas looked down with confusion at the touch before pulling away. He couldn't deal with this right now. He had a rapist he needed to take down. He just couldn't do it.
"Just go, Dean. Please," he half begged him before slipping into his room and locking the door behind him.
He should still be downstairs and making the pledges do embarrassing things but he couldn't find it in him to care. After going through what he did, everything else just seemed so small. It felt like there was no point to anything anymore.
He opened the window across from his bed and sighed. The cool nights wind felt good on his suddenly hot face. He could see the party starting to die down little by little. He spotted Ezekiel look like he was about to leave as well.
Cas walked quickly over to his backpack that was still lying on the ground. He pulled out the black ski mask and pulled it over his head before doing the same with his black hoodie.
He slipped out of his white vans and exchanged them for plain black boots. He walked back over to the window and scanned the crowd. He saw Ezekiel with his arm firmly around a young girls waist. She was stumbling but he was managing to hold her up as they walked. She kept looking behind them but no one around had taken notice.
Cas tossed his backpack out of the window then waited until he was sure no one was looking before he jumped out of the window. His training taught him to use his shoulder to roll when he hit the ground. It was only a two story drop so the pain wasn't too bad.
He stood up slowly and brushed himself off. He picked his backup up before slinging it over his shoulder. He looked around one more time before following Ezekiel.
It was dark outside so thankfully he wasn't easy to spot. He was like a shadow was moving on its own. Cas caught up to them and was now only walking a few feet behind them.
"I need to go find my friends," the girl slurred as she attempted to push away from him.
Cas watched as Ezekiel tightened his grip on her. "Shh. We have plans," he whispered to her.
He proceeded to cover her mouth as they ducked into a back alley. Cas attempted to follow them before Ezekiel looked behind hi suspiciously. He quickly threw his back into the cold brick wall and closed his eyes.
He heard Ezekiel grunt then the sound of heavy footsteps walking further into the alley. He opened his eyes again but felt the heavy feeling of another pair of eyes on him. He scanned his surroundings hastily but didn't see another living soul.
He told himself he was just being paranoid. After all, this was only the second time he had ever attacked someone. He turned his head back to Ezekiel and his victim. He had both her wrists tightly in one hand as the other attempted to undress her. She squirmed under his hold but was too weak to get away.
Ezekiel's back was now towards him and Cas took this as an opportunity to make his move. He rushed towards him and kicked him sharply in his lower back. He cried out in pain and fell to his knees on the pavement.
The girl stumbled backwards and looked at him with wide eyes. Cas lowered his voice to make it deeper and darker. "Go! Now!," he yelled at her.
She nodded quickly before running away in the opposite direction. Ezekiel stood back up then faced Cas. He silently thanked himself for wearing sunglasses whenever he met him earlier in the night. His eyes were too distinct for anyone not to recognize him.
Ezekiel balled his fists up angrily and swung at Cas. Cas dodged him and connected his own fist with the bridge of his nose. Ezekiel cried out again as blood pooled out of his nose but he didn't back down.
He shoved Cas forcefully, almost making him lose his balance. Cas threw another swift punch but Ezekiel grabbed his wrist and started to twist his arm.
Cas watched as his bracelet ripped from his wrist which only made him angrier. He grunted while his leg swung upwards to kick Ezekiel right in the center of his groin.
He screamed this time and let go of Cas' wrist. He fell to his knees as his hands immediately went to cover his crotch. Cas took the chance to grab a fistful of his hair and proceed to give him blow after forceful blow.
"Hey!," Deans voice called out from the end of the alley. Cas' back was towards him and he listened as Dean sprinted over to them. Cas rolled his eyes but let go of Ezekiel. He kicked him swiftly in the abdomen, causing him to fall over in pain.
Cas looked over his shoulder as Dean was nearing closer to him. He turned back around and ran away at full speed. The end of the alley was blocked off by a wired fence. He stopped in front of it and began to silently panic. This was over before he could truly begin.
"Hey, stop! The police are on their way!," Dean shouted at him.
Cas bit his lip and eyed the dumpster next to the fence. He quickly jumped on top of it then grabbed the top of the fence. He pulled himself over it without ever having to stick his foot into any part of it.
He jumped over to the other side and landed neatly on his feet. Then, he kept running. He ran until he couldn't breathe anymore. His sides ached and his heart accelerated at top speeds.
He put down his backpack and placed his hoodie and ski mask inside of it before zipping it up. He tossed the bag back over his shoulder and began to calmly walk home. But something didn't feel right. Something was missing.
His hand felt his bare wrist that held his bracelet of comfort on it. Except, now it didn't. It was gone.