"Bobby, drop me off here?" Bobby Singer a life long Friend of the Family stared in shock at the Oldest Winchester who had been almost pulling his hair out from worrying. "Calm down boy, you'll give yourself a heart attack." Bobby had known the Winchester boys for all their life and had practically raised them after John Winchester had gone a permanent business related road trip for the last 13 years. "Please stop the car, I'll run I need to see Cas." Bobby grabbed Dean by the shoulder holding him back. "Dean. We're almost there sit tight okay?" they drove in silence the only thing which could heard was the tapping of Dean's fingers on the car window. It had taken one phone call for Dean to drop everything he could barely believe what he was hearing when Jo called him.
"I don't know whether you know or have heard but… Castiel Novak h-h-he's in real bad shape. From what I've heard he was jumped and beaten up pretty bad. No one knows who was involved and Castiel isn't say anything. I just overheard his Brother talking to my Mom and he's a total mess, blaming himself for everything!"
Once the words had sunk in Dean acted out of instinct and started shoving all the clothes he could find into a bag, he told Sammy to stay put while he rang his Dad telling him he needed to get back to Lawrence right now. After a loud argument over the phone, Dean ended up ringing Bobby who was lucky enough to be in the area at the time. Before he knew it he was hugging Sammy tightly promising to see him soon as he jump into Bobby's truck.
"Dean, what's this kid to you anyway?" the question had been gnawing at Bobby's current track of thought as New Year celebrations started all around. Dean watched the display of fireworks cascade around him as Bobby stopped at the traffic light, hordes of town folk cheering and singing. "He's someone I care about, look just drop me off here I'll run." Dean leaped out the moving truck hearing Bobby curse at his stupidity. "Bobby, thank you." He slammed the door closed hearing Bobby shout. "Be careful you idjit!"
So Dean ran as fast as he could dodging past the crowds of people, some local others students from school. He was pulled aside briefly. "Lisa! What the hell?" her eyes were dark and stank of alcohol. "Dean I missed you baby! where have you been?" she pressed her body full against his, rubbing occasionally until Dean put space between them. "How much have you drank?" she giggled drunkenly. "Enough that we could a little fun and I might just remember," she slid her hand underneath his top as he flinched. "What do you think tough guy? Or do you want that pathetic excuse for a man?" a shot of anger darted through his entire body. "Do you know what happened to Cas?" she smirked at him. "Get in the times Dean! I mean who doesn't know? But what I do know is that little stoner freak deserved it!" before he could even ask what she meant by her parting comment she left, disappearing into the crowd. The celebrations carried on around him until he finally reached his street, a small flood of relief calmed his heart for a second but only until he saw the darkness of the Novak house.
He knew Gabriel's habits and he knew that when all the lights were off no one was home literally, but yet he stilled banged at the door hoping it would arose some attention. "Dean? Is that you?" he turned to see Gabriel standing at the end of the driveway. "How-What? What are you doing here?" his gut told him something was not right as he marched up to Gabriel. "What the hell happened? And why are you out here? And where's Cas?" Gabriel rubbed his brow trying to relieve the tension. "I don't know Dean, that's where I've been. Cas' has gone missing." Dean stood in shock as Gabriel explained the best he could. "I went out to talk to Ellen about Cas and when I got back he was gone. I've looked everywhere." Gabriel sat on the porch stairs as Dean paced trying to think. "Gabe, has Cas been doing drugs?" an ashamed looked passed Gabriel's face, which was all the answer Dean needed. "He's been smoking pot for a couple weeks before the attack, I think he out of it when he was attacked." So Lisa wasn't just name-calling. Bitch! "I think I know where he is, stay here just in case he comes back."
Crowley. There was no mistaken he had gotten his claws into Castiel he had a knack for finding the vulnerable ones and claiming his 'product' as he called it could help, and from past experience he knew exactly where Crowley would be and if his instincts were right, Cas would be there too. "Dean Winchester. Pleasure, what brings you here?" he was greeted by the Host himself. "Is Castiel Novak here?" Crowley rolled his eyes as he pointed in the general direction of where the strongest smell of pot was coming from. "Shame his pretty face is mess." He heard Crowley shout as he walked carefully towards a small crowd of people around his age. "Cas! Are you here?" he pulled a random stoner up whose eyes were large and glazed. "Castiel Novak, where is he?" the guy smiled lazily. "Dude's over there, he is wasted man." He dropped the stoner making his way carefully through the crowds the smell of pot making him feeling a little nauseous but he kept on searching until he found Cas.
Leaning against a tree he found Cas staring at his hand bemused completely unaware of his surroundings, Dean kneeled in front of him the stoner had been telling the truth. "Cas? Hey Cas it's Dean. Are you okay?" it took a moment before Castiel's glazed over blue eyes found Dean's and he smiled. "Dean, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on…" he lost his speech as his full attention went back to his hands which he clenched and unclenched baffled and confused. "Now that's strange… I can't feel my hands. I can see them but I can't feel them." Dean took Castiel's bruised face in his hands making him look up, his eyes unfocused. "Cas we're going to go home now. Gabriel's worried sick about you. He's been searching." He lifted Cas up carefully noting how he flinched at the movements. "I dunno what he's worried about… I'm fine other than my hands which I can't feel." Dean wrapped his arm around Castiel's waist as they walked. "What the hell happened to you?" Dean asked as they left finally found the pavement. "Life. I was beaten up for being different." His words slurred a little as the comedown took effect. "They called me a Faggot, I didn't even know I was gay!" Castiel grinned up at Dean. "But I'm not though." He murmured more to himself than anything. "I only like one guy…" he trailed off as his fingers gripped Dean's shoulder who had been listening intently to Castiel's rambling until they finally reached his house.
Inside they found Gabriel pacing around the Kitchen. "Oh thank God!" Gabriel pulled his Little Brother into a hug until he pulled back staring into his eyes. "Cas why?" Castiel shrugged getting up unsteadily and started rummaging through the cupboards. "Do you know how much he's had?" Dean shook his head watching what the Younger Novak was doing. "I'm not sure but he's coming down from it." He had had enough experience with pot to know the signs. Yet again Castiel seemed oblivious to his surrounding as he left the Kitchen with an arm full of snacks they heard him climb the stairs and close his door.
"What the hell happened to him?" Dean could see Gabriel mentally beating himself up. "I've failed him again. I promise to protect him and look what happens. If I still believed in God I would think he was punishing me. Dean go and stay with him just so he doesn't disappear again."
Dean felt unsure about leaving Gabriel in his current state but he knew the Brother only had Castiel interests in hand. He trend carefully as he opened the door of Castiel's bedroom, the trade mark 'Organised Chaos.' Clearly still applied. Cas was sitting on his bed chewing on whatever snack he had taken looking thoughtful. "Cas." He sat on the edge of the bed not sure of Castiel's current mood. "Are you okay?"
The look Cas gave him made his stomach drop, pure heat and lust darkened the blue eyes. Dean felt warmth building in his stomach as he cursed he lack of control. "Dean." Cas' voice was low and deep as he pushed aside all his snacks crawling towards him with one single intention. "I can feel my hands again." Castiel using whatever strength he had pulled Dean on to the bed and straddled his hips. "Cas this is wrong." He tried to ignore the feel of Castiel's velvet hot tongue against his skin. "Why? I know you want it." He felt a hand slide down his stomach towards his jeans, a single movement of Castiel's hips made him groan. "I do, but not like this." He flipped them over so Castiel was underneath him, Dean pinned both of his hands above his head but that did not stop the constant deliberate shifts of Cas' hips. It took every inch of his will power to resist the eyes staring up at him, the feel of hipbones moving against his groin. "Am I too damaged for you Dean?" Cas' voice had deepened as he sent another direct rub of his hip. "Am I too broken? Or innocent?"
With his mouth dry and eyes closed Dean took a single breath in. "None of those things Cas, it's just I would prefer you to be sober and not half baked." Cas managed to wriggle out of Dean's grasp his hands running over Dean's back, he wrapped his arms around Dean's neck pulling him forward whispering in his ear. "Give me half an hour and I'll be back to my normal self." He heard the smirk in Cas' voice as he shuddered at the contact of his tongue against his skin. "I promise."
A/N: Extra long chapter for all you amazing people who I love and adore!
Also: Just to clear up any confusion about the last chapter - It all happened before Dean got back. Being me I never thought about making that clear so I apologise for that ... I suppose that's what I get for being a nocturnal writer right? :P Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this chapter. And please review and thank you for the previous reviews for ALL THE CHAPTERS! You guys are AWESOME! :D