A/N Please Review, sounds cliche but I would like to read the reviews and no, I do not own Supernatural. Thanks
I have gotten used to pain caused by beatings, kicking, hitting, biting, I have been stabbed before, and the emotional pain no longer happens. I become numb in those situations, at first it was hard but, now it is second nature for me. My homosexuality caused most people to hate me and made beatings occur.
Max started kicking me after he dumped the water on me. He couldn't kick very well and went to stomping on my abdomen. After he got bored (which took about ten minutes), he growled "Don't tell anyone and be inside in ten minutes." I stood up, dusted myself off, made sure I wasn't bleeding (I was slightly, he probably opened up a scar), and went inside. Each step created a new wave of pain in my abdomen, but I kept going. I knew that if I wasn't inside in ten minutes, that the beating would be worse than before.
Once I got inside, I slipped on my apron that was by the door, and popped two of the pain pills I keep in the pocket in my mouth and swallowed them dry. My side was killing me, but I started preparing the restaurant for the customers. The clock said 5:37, which meant that I had twenty-three minutes before people would start coming in to eat. So, I went into the bathroom to check the extent of the damage done. A few of the bruises were starting to turn a light shade of purple. While others, were only a dark pink. My abdomen was bleeding slightly so I wrapped it up with an ace bandage to prevent any more blood loss.
8:26 rolled around and Dean was not there. Puzzled, but what was stranger was the fact that he didn't show up at all. I drank some of his coffee.
Dean never showed up that day, but he was there the next. I got this stupid idea in my head that when I went to print the receipt that I would add compliments to the receipt. I didn't, but I did have a conversation with him.
"Hey Dean, how are you?" I asked, genuinely curious. He looked worse than he did two days ago. "Dean, did someone beat you up?" I was not one to beat around the bush and avoid the question.
"Yeah, Cas. I'll be okay though. Sorry for not being here yesterday, hospital wouldn't release me until this morning."
"Did you tell the police?" I didn't think he did, but I still asked.
"No, I didn't"
"Does he look like the waiter at the counter filling up the salt containers?"
"Yeah, how did you know?
"Lucky guess, I'll be right back." The anger in my voice was evident has I made my way to the back room to call the police to arrest Max, if not for Dean's beating. Then, at least for mine. I thought that he was just beating me up but then he started doing it to other males. I drew the line there. I dialed 911.
"Hello this is 911 what is your emergency?" The voice was female, a younger female's, and she sounded nice.
"Hi, my name is Castiel Novak and I am calling to report a beating."
"Okay, sir. Where are you?"
"The "Angels Diner" on 28th Street."
"Okay, do I need to send an ambulance?"
"No, but a cop car would be nice with a couple of guys."
"Okay, the cops are on their way."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, please stay on the line until the cops get there."
"Okay." Was all I said, I then moved out of the room. I saw Dean, still sitting there nursing his cup of coffee. The cop car pulled up a few minutes later, I informed the 911 woman that the police were here, and told her to have a good day.
Max immediately began to run when the cops showed up, but then I hit him in the head with a frying pan and knocked him out.