Detention
Castiel arrived around 10 minutes earlier than necessary to start the first of a two-week after-school detention. For most of the day he had nervously been trying to figure out what tasks himself and Dean would have to endure. But luckily Chuck had said it was usually cleaning out the Gym storage lockers or depending on who the Gym teacher in charge of detention was possibly scrubbing the locker rooms. Castiel had of course been horrified by the prospect of going into the locker rooms after so many people had used them. "D-don't worry! It's not as bad as it sound, actually it is but it won't scar… well it might. Just wash your hands a lot and hold you breath." He had been sitting with Chuck outside in the sunshine during Lunch. "Cas, you might be lucky." He had laughed at Castiel's stunned face and actions as he pushed aside his food. "You going to eat that?" he pointed at Castiel's abandoned food. "And look on the bright side you'll have Dean with you, so it won't get boring." He said while helping himself to the abandoned fries.
He walked into the main Gym to find it empty and dark, his stomach pinched in worry as he looked around. "Well, well, well. Look who it is! Angel boy!" his spine stiffened as a voice floated out the darkness, he looked over his shoulder to see Gordon appear from a dark corner. Castiel's eyes darted around the Gym in the hopes of looking for somewhere to escape only he knew Gordon was stronger and most possibly faster than him. "I've been hearing a lot about you Angel boy." He flinched at the reference of his name as he moved back which only made Gordon smirk cruelly. "From what I've heard which is interesting. Apparently you have the name of some Angel or something. Were your parents freaks or were just the unlucky one?" his back finally hit the Gym wall and Gordon closed the space between them. "It would probably explain a lot though." He grabbed Castiel by the front his shirt pulling his forward and slamming him back into the wall. "Did mommy and daddy protect you from the big bad world?" he grinned coldly as Castiel could only stare into the dark eyes which were gleaming. Castiel felt a rise of courage as he smirked at Gordon; he found it amusing how wrong Gordon was about him and his upbringing. Even a small laugh escaped past his lips, which stunned him. "What's so funny Angel boy?" he swallowed trying to use to courage to his advantage and try to find his voice. "It is funny how wrong you are." Gordon grabbed Castiel tighter by his shirt lifting him so their eyes were at the same level. "What did you say?" he growled dangerously there faces close together. "It is funny how wrong you are." Castiel felt his confidence growing but also feeling the anger emanating off Gordon. "You might wanna watch what you say to me Angel boy, wouldn't want to bruise up that pretty face of yours now would we? Although it looks like someone's done the honour of beating me to it."
Castiel closed his eyes only briefly before looking straight into Gordon's eyes as if searching for something to explain his actions. "You're a freak Angel boy and I think somebody needs to explain the way things work around here." He had heard those words before in a different context but similar scenario. There had been a many of times where his Father would say Castiel needed to learn his place, at the memory his body braced itself for the possibly impact of a fist. "Hey! What's going on here?"
A sudden burst of light lit the entire Gym as Castiel sagged almost in relief at another familiar voice. He turned his head to see Dean standing near the Gym doors, his green eyes flaring. Gordon pushed Castiel roughly into the Gym wall knocking the wind from his lungs as the impact nudged his ribs the pain almost blinding him. "I thought I told you to stay away from him." Dean's voice echoed in the empty Gym as Castiel tried to repress the pain radiating from his ribs. "Get lost." Gordon only took a moment before leaving to whisper only loud enough for Castiel to hear. "Watch yourself Angel boy because your guard dog won't always be around."
Years of learning to deal with pain Castiel closed his eyes breathing in deeply and slowly each as painful as the next. "Cas, you okay?" He nodded to answer before opening his eyes, Dean kneeled before him concern on his face. "Don't lie, what's wrong?" Castiel attempted to pull himself up only to stop half way and sit down again. "Nothing."
He heard Dean snort and move closer, he became acutely aware of Dean's scent. He felt a rush of heat and a pinch of something else in his body. His senses heightened as Dean leaned forward moving Castiel's arm aside and gently tracing his fingers over his ribs as he was looking for answers Castiel was not willing to give. "Bruised, broken or fractured?" the tips of his fingers traced over each rib still searching. "Broken. Definitely broken and never quite healed properly." He removed his hand. "You might want to go to the Nurse about that."
"No, I-I am fine." He attempted to get up again only to hear Dean mumble 'the hell you are.' But still assisting Castiel to stand. "It will pass in a moment." He took a deep breath and straightened just as the Gym teacher arrived unaware of what had happened in her absence.
"Oh good! You're both here." She looked slightly concerned at Castiel's pain streaked face. "You alright there Novak?" he murmured a response of yes while she looked at both of them. "Thought we start out with something easy, I want all the equipment storage rooms organised I'll be watching so no cutting corners."
Thankfully the pain radiating from Castiel's ribs slowly became a dull ache as he distracted himself only occasionally he would flinch, something Dean made very clear he was aware of. "What happened?"
Dean shoved a bag of balls into the corner. "Your ribs? Might as well tell me not like I'm going to tell anyone." Castiel pushed a box aside with his foot avoiding eye contact with green eyes, which were staring unblinking. "It was an accident I have become accustomed with the pain." Dean snorted in disbelief that surprised Castiel. "Bull. I've had broken ribs before and I know the pain and it takes a hell of a lot to break them as well. So was it really an accident Cas or something else?" he grew even more uncomfortable with the conversation. "I…I fell down some stairs."
"How about you look me in the eye and say that, because I know you're still lying." Dean took Castiel's chin his hand forcing him to look into his eyes, his fingers rough against his skin. Blue clashing with green, "I fell down some stairs." He did not blink until Dean finally seemed satisfied, turning away to throw another bag against the wall. "Why didn't you get treatment for them?" Castiel could admit that lying made him extremely uncomfortable, most of the time he had others do it for him but Dean putting him on the spot forced him to make a decision: Tell the truth or lie neither made him feel better. "My Father did not trust the Health Care System. He believed everything could be solved with a over the counter pain medication, ice pack or hot water bottle." Not completely false but he hoped it would stop Dean prying, they worked in silence until Dean got bored and left only to return smiling. "She's gone," he took a basketball checking the pressure. "C'mon, might as well have some fun while we're here." Castiel followed Dean into the main Gym as he bounced the ball on the floor the sound echoing. "Ever played basketball?" Castiel shook his head he had of course heard about it and had seen other children in his Neighbourhood play but his Father had forbid him from most social interactions. "Ribs okay?"
He watched in amazement as Dean threw the ball with accuracy until he passed the ball to Castiel. "It's easy." Dean stood behind him putting him in the correct place. "All you need to do is, aim and shoot." Castiel supressed a shiver as Dean spoke quietly his body so close to his the heat burning his back. He lifted his arms slightly, the simple movement making his back brush against Dean's front. He threw the ball aware of the slight hitch in Dean's breath. There was a bounce and the sound of the ball falling through the net. "Not bad Cas." Dean moved away leaving Castiel feeling the cold absence.
A/N: Got a real strange review regarding my first couple chapters due to lack of commas in the paragraph...? So I apologise in advance for any grammar/spelling mistake that I may have missed. I tend to find them after I've posted a new chapter while reading it, but I really can't be done with deleting, changing and re-posting. So again sorry if they bother you, but you'll have to grit your teeth and bare with it.
Other than that! Enjoy :)