"Castiel! Wake up you useless piece of shit! Wake up!" at the sound of his Father's voice, Castiel's eyes snapped open he lay still in the hopes his Father would finally allow him to sleep through the night but harsh fingers gripped him the arm, physically pulling him from his bed. "When I tell you to wake up! You do so!" the man his eyes filled with hate fisted the front of Castiel's t-shirt. "Do you understand?" he shook Castiel roughly as his grip tightened painfully. "Yes, Father. I understand."

The combined effect of thunder and lightening awoke Castiel with a start, he had half expected to find his Father blocking the doorway waiting for a reason to punish him but all he saw was his closed door. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment trying his best to push away the memories but his Father's eyes that still cursed his dreams turning them into nightmares. Castiel ran his finger through his damp hair, cold sweat. Who knew the man he had escaped from would still be able to hurt him in memories. He got out of bed the cold air making his skin break out in goose bumps. "Hey Cas are you okay?" Castiel had just pulled off his t-shirt when he heard Dean's voice; thankfully the shadows covered his body from Dean's gaze. "Just a bad dream." He murmured pulling a new t-shirt. "What are you doing here?" the last thing he remembered was him and Dean lying on the bed together before the darkness of sleep embraced him, Cas stood awkwardly in his muscles trembling slightly from the cold until he slid back between the covers. "I fell asleep a bit after you did, and when I woke up there was no point going home since it started to piss it down." Cas turned his head towards the window, loud drops of rain beating against the glass. "Plus Dad's gone again and Sammy's at Bobby's… so a guy needs some company." Castiel snorted flipping over his pillow. "Are you searching for sympathy from me?"

"Well yeah I am a very lonely person Cas." Dean wrapped his arm around Castiel's waist pulling him close, his mouth on the back of his neck; he felt Dean's mouth shaped in a smile. "Plus I like your company the most, you should be honoured." Castiel rolled his eyes turning his head searching Dean's eyes for a moment. "Although, I didn't get much sleep since you worried me a couple times." Castiel shifted uncomfortably as his chest tightened anxiously. "What was your bad dream about?"

"It is not important just a very old memory."

"Oh I get it, it's one of those things you can't talk about yet. Got you." He could not help but notice Dean seemed a little insulted. He closed his eyes taking in a very deep breath as Dean moved away from him taking the warmth and comfort with him. Castiel sat up touching Dean's shoulder trying to find words. "There is a lot in my past Dean, when I am ready I will tell you." Castiel struggled a brief moment. "There is so much, I do not wish to overload you because it is… it is… it is painful to think about and to talk about will be difficult. I need time."

When Castiel woke the next morning he found his bed empty, and the side Dean had slept on stone cold. He bit his lip touching the indentation, his stomach dropping a little at how tense things had gotten last night. Dean had not said much to whether he understood but he had pulled Castiel close and they fell asleep, even though he had Dean's closeness the hollow feeling in his gut never once budged.

He found Gabriel downstairs reading his mail. "I see you had company last night, caught Dean sneaking out this morning." Gabriel saw the tiredness on Castiel's face. Dark bags under his eyes and instinctively he knew the reason. "Nightmares?" Castiel sat down rubbing his face trying to rid of the hot sleepiness from his eyes. "He finds me even though I escaped." He smiled sadly. "I do not think I could ever tell Dean what he did to me." Gabriel watched as his Brother battled his inner turmoil. "He wants to know but… I am too scared to tell him."

"Cas you've been through Hell so it's your choice whether you tell Dean or not, I wouldn't be surprised if you're suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress. And it takes times to recover from that kind of abuse. Emotionally, physically and psychologically it's on your terms and it always will be."

With Gabriel's words still in his mind Castiel made his way toward Dean's house, he had wanted… needed to know if Dean was okay, the way they had parted felt like they had had an argument that never got resolved properly. He reached the crossroads checking each side before crossing. It seemed the short distance took an age until he finally reached Dean's Garage finding it open but Dean nowhere to be seen. As he walked closer he saw Lisa sitting on the Impala. "Castiel right?" his eyes narrowed as her mouth stretched into a wide smile. "Oh you're not the talkative kind are you?" she slid off the car effortlessly. "Dean's a bit busy at the moment but I'll tell him you dropped by." He felt the liquid feeling of hate bubble inside his body. "I can wait." The words came out stonily. "If you want, we can keep each other company." The sweetness and perkiness in her voice made him cringe as she linked arms pulling him into the Garage. "You know you're a very interesting person Castiel. Your name, Brother… Family." His heart literally stopped for a spilt second as he stared at her. "Yeah found some really interesting things on the Internet about your Family. Is it true this is the Anniversary week of your Mom's death? That's so sad, I can't imagine what it would be like growing up without my Mom and a drunken grief stricken Dad. Must have been horrible." She spoke so casually as Castiel stared horrified at her knowledge. "Morgan Novak, pretty name and she was stunning. I can see where you got your looks from… although your Dad?… I would definitely look twice if he passed me in the street." Castiel moved back as she continued taunting him. "And your Brothers! Michael, Raphael and Gabriel right?" she smirked at Castiel's terrified face. "My, my when I saw a picture of them they took my breath away. How about I show everyone at school I bet they would all be very interested in Freaky Angel Boy's mysterious life… don't you agree Castiel?"

Dean walked into the Garage glaring at Lisa for wasting his time. "Look, your phone isn't here you must've left it somewhere else." She pouted her lips. "Oh well I'm sorry for wasting your time." She turned to leave digging through her bag and pulling out her phone. "I can be ever so forgetful sometimes, oh and before I forget that new kid dropped by… what's his name?" a small flare of protectiveness flamed through Dean's body. "Cas." she snapped her fingers as to say 'that's the one'. "Where is he?" she used her phone as a mirror tracing her lips. "He left I don't think he was very comfortable around girls, he's very strange."

Dean turned and popped the hood of the Impala hinting for her leave. "Are you done?" he asked as she made a sound that Dean's last comment had been insulting. "Fine I'm going. Before I go do you think he's a homo or something?" Dean slammed his hand on the Impala and he turned and stalked towards her. "What he is or isn't. Has absolutely nothing to do with you now get out of my Garage before I really lose my temper."

A/N: ... Why on Earth do I write Lisa to the point where she actually pisses me off? My God that cannot be healthy!
But for the plot... It's necessary because... she's... a... SUPER FREAK! SUPER FREAK!

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