Silent Angel:
The Little White Horse:
At break time Castiel went to the library. He needed to read. That way, for a little while at least he was away from this place. Finally he was there. Castiel smiled at the sight. So many books. He could borrow them for free. It was like he was heaven. He even pinched himself to be sure. Yeah, that hurt. He was alive.
"I bet your Castiel Novak" said the librarian from beside him, causing him to turn. "I've heard about you. Your the guy who doesn't talk. They said I'd be seeing you soon. Here. Don't lose it!" She handed him a card. "It's your library card. Needed if you want to borrow a book; you can borrow them for two weeks at a time. When you find on you like bring it to me and I'll check it out for you. Wanna check it out again bring me the book plus the card. Wanna bring it back, just give me the book. Got it?"
Castiel just walked away. It seemed simple enough and he was sure he'd remember.
It didn't take long for Castiel to find the book he'd been looking for, for months. 'The Little White Horse.' He almost ran to the check out desk.
"That was fast" she smiled. In just under a minute the book was his for two weeks. He started reading straight away. And he was so upset when the bell rang. He noted where he was. Page 73, line 2, word 8. Castiel made his way to english. There was that Dean Winchester again. No Crowley and Alister was on the other side the room. Castiel handed his letter.
"There's a seat for you over there" the teacher pointed to the seat next to Dean. Taking the letter back Castiel took his seat. Like normal, Castiel finished before everyone else and was allowed to read his book.
"How do you spell expedition?" Dean asked him. Castiel noted where he was again. Line 12, word 9. He got up, took Dean's pen and wrote the word for him.
"Thanks but, you could have just told me."
"He doesn't know how to talk" called across the class room. Everyone laughed, Dean just stared at him. "He almost can't communicate at all. Now everyone back to work."
Alister was confused as to why Dean didn't laugh too. Why did he just stare. It's not like Castiel was anything special. He couldn't even talk for Christ sake.
Castiel was just walking down the hall. Minding his own business. Suddenly he had his books knocked out his hands. Castiel went to pick them up, he was slammed against the locker. Dean picked his books up and just held them.
"The Little White Horse" he read, "you can read but you can't talk?"
"So it is true. Talkings a no go for you?" Crowley had Castiel so cramped against the locker it hurt. His back always hurt anyway but this it was like being tortured by the king of hell. Castiel winced at the pain. It was like someone was going back over his scars.
'Why isn't he fighting back?' Dean wondered. 'Anyone else would fight back. Then again everyone else knew how to talk. What else could he do, or not do? He was clearly in pain. Why didn't he do something about it? All he has to do his push Crowley and he'd be free. Does he enjoy the pain?'
"So tell us, how does a boy who can read and write, not be able to talk?" Alister taunted.
"He can't tell us, he can't talk" Crowley mentioned. "Can you hit me?"
"Teacher said, he almost can't communicate at all. Good luck getting something out of him" Dean remembered.
"If that the case, how can we be sure his not deaf?" Crowley asked.
"He helped me in english. He was reading and I asked him how to spell something, he heard me and wrote the word for me" Dean was looking at all the other books Castiel had. The others were intellectual. Nothing interesting. "You're taking biology? Sweet. Me too." The guys just looked at him. "What, I like biology?"
"When you reliese what your sexuality is, get back to us" Crowley said, "stop wincing. I'm not pushing that hard. If it's that bad, you can push me away." Dean was for some reason fascinated by Castiel. The way he said things without words. The way you knew how he felt without facial expressions.
"He's not going to. If he does, his only giving you what you want" Dean was interested how Castiel could be in so much pain but still be able to take it, knowing that he could at any moment he could push Crowley away and be fine. How much more could he take?
In all fairness, Castiel's experience proved he got away heathier if he handled more but after certain things got brought up, he couldn't even stop himself.
"Everyone has a trigger" Alister said acknowledging Castiel's behaviour. Castiel just stared at the other boys, he could handle almost everything, they were gonna have to try harder.
"His not gonna react today" Dean mentioned. He would have laughed if he didn't think he was gonna get slammed against the locker for it. This kids intake level was amazing. You could properly hit him and he'd still just stay there.
"I'll get him to" Crowley smiled, and punched Castiel in the face. Still the kid just stayed there.
"Crowley!" Dean shouted, he was not expecting that.
"What. He clearly doesn't mind me hitting him?"
"No but -"
"But - but - but?" Alister stepped in.
"Well since you still haven't got what you wanted, can we go? I'm bored now?" Dean begged. Castiel hadn't hurt anyone and he wasn't going to anytime soon.
"Wait a second" Crowley punched him again then let him go. Castiel fell to the ground. As they walked away, Dean handed him his books back and followed his friends. Dean made a point of looking back, good, Castiel could still get up but boy did he looked hurt. Why didn't he just do something?