Warnings: Gay bashing, bullying
Sunday was pretty uneventful for Dean. After he ran out of Sam's room he stayed in his room with his music cranked as he drifted in and out of consciousnesses.
Monday had also been uneventful. Dean went to school, talked to Jo a little, went to his classes and now he was on his way home.
Dean had just finished dumping all his books into his locker when he heard a loud smack followed by a low whimper. Dean stopped dead in his tracks.
"What the hell" He cursed quietly before going to investigate. The halls were pretty empty because the bell to dismiss the kids had gone off about 20 minutes ago. Dean would have left earlier but his damn history teacher made him stay behind to talk to him about his grades.
As Dean got closer to the end of the hall he heard a soft thump and someone that sounded awfully familiar spit out "fucking faggot."
Dean pushed the door at the end of the halls open to find Lucifer and Alistair shadowing over a familiar, trembling figure, all tangled up on the ground.
Dean grew up with Alistair, Dean considered them friends at one point but as they grew up the grew apart.
When they were younger Sam and Lucifer were friends but it turned out Lucifer was just using Sam.
Alistair and Lucifer had become friends and became class A dicks. They tormented and harassed anyone smaller then them.
"Hey!" Dean shouted throwing his bag to the floor and walking over.
"Ahh its so good of you to join us Dean! Why don't you help us out!" Alistair said slyly, Lucifer smirking behind him.
"Yeah, I'm gonna have to pass on that offer boys, but thanks." Dean walked over to the poor lump on the floor and offered his hand.
It took a while for him to figure out what was going on but Castiel lifted his head with wide, frightened eyes and looked at the hand, scared he was going to be hit again. Dean smiled gently and nodded, reassuring Castiel that he was going to be okay.
Slowly Castiel pulled his hand away from his face and placed it in Dean's and let himself be raised. He hissed in pain as he put weight on his right ankle. Dean wanted to kill other boys in the room for doing this to someone so innocent and pure.
"If you'll excuse us." Dean mumbled as he snaked his arm around Castiel's waist to keep him up.
"Winchester are you... Are you gay!?" Lucifer exclaimed with horrified eyes.
Castiel slumped against Dean and cowered under the threatening gaze.
"What's it to you?" Dean asked stepping forwards, dragging Castiel with him.
Alistair's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward. "You fucked him didn't you? You're just as bad as that faggot."
Dean felt a violent tremble rip through Castiel.
"No, I didn't fuck him." Dean spat taking a step towards Alistair this time.
Castiel tried to pull away but Dean held him firm.
No matter how pissed Dean was he knew there was no way in hell that he could take on Alistair and Lucifer and protect Cas. He had to think about Cas's safety here.
"You sure about that Winchester. You two look pretty fucking close there." Alistair smirked and gestured to Dean's arm protectively curled around Castiel.
Dean stepped forwards so he was right in Alistair's face. Dean used his height to his advantaged and sneered down at him.
Dean lowered his voice and pushed himself close to Alistair's ear.
"Yeah, like you and Luci over there? Yeah, I get what you two freaks do in the dark."
Dean pulled away before he started up again. "Get the fuck out of here before I beat your asses." Dean said darkly.
Alistair's eye widened as he tumbled back. He quickly composed himself before he turned to Lucifer.
"Come on Lucifer, why waist out breath on little maggots like these two." He mumbled and booked it out of there.
Castiel relaxed against Dean and let out a breath. He held onto Dean like a life raft.
"Don't ever do that again." He said in a small voice.
When Dean didn't reply Castiel looked up at Dean with curious eyes.
Dean's eyes were wide and he was frozen on the spot still staring where Alistair had once been. Castiel, sensing Dean's discomfort froze up also.
"D-Dean, wha- what's wrong?" Castiel stuttered.
"They're.. They're fucking?" Dean whispered. Castiel let out a relieved laugh.
"I guess so."
"I was just bluffing... It was just... I was just trying to piss him off." Dean said eyes still wide. Slowly he loosened up and let out a loud laugh, Castiel soon joining.
Dean helped Castiel over to his baby and slowly let him into the car. Dean walked over and slid into the drivers seat. He turned put the key into the ignition to get the car started.
"So, do you want me to take you somewhere?" Dean said looking over at Castiel.
Castiel played with his bottom lip in his teeth. "Ca.. Can we go to your house?" Pink tinted his cheeks.
"Sure." Dean replied yanking his seat belt on and pulling out of the parking lot.
It didn't take them long to get to their destination. Dean pulled up to the house and pulled the keys out of the ignition. "Stay there." Dean instructed getting out and walking over to the passengers side.
Dean pulled the door open and held his hand out. Castiel looked at it questionably but took it non the less. Dean's hand was surprisingly warm and soft.
Dean pulled Castiel up onto his feet and once again placed his hand on the other side of Castiel's slim waist and held him close. Way closer than necessary.
Dean shut the impala's door with his foot and helped Castiel hobble into the house and up to his room. Thankfully Bobby was at work right now. When they passed Sam's room Sam stared at them with wide, almost frightened eyes. Castiel just gave Sam a sheepish smile before being dragging into Dean's room.
"So ya can't put any pressure on it huh?" Dean said, gently lowering Castiel onto the bed.
"No."
Dean sighed before he disappeared out the door. Castiel tried to stand up to follow but as soon as he distributed his weight between his legs he let out a yelp of surprise, followed by a painfully hiss and he fell back onto the bed.
Dean reappeared carrying an ice pack wrapped in what looked like a towel. Dean walked over to his dressed and yanked random articles of clothing out.
"Lay back." Dean order and Castiel obeyed without a second thought.
Dean walked over and ever so gently he raised Castiel's sore ankle and rested it under neath his handful of clothes. He set Cas's foot back down and gently set the ice pack on top on his foot.
"Is that okay?" Dean asked looking up at Castiel, searching his eyes.
"Yes, thank you Dean, that is okay." Castiel echoed. Dean let out a sigh before he sat down on the bed beside Castiel's foot.
"Want to tell me what happen? Did those fucking assholes do this to ya?"
Castiel took in a breath before mumbling a quiet "Not really." Dean chuckled. "Alright that's co-" Castiel cut Dean off and begun his story anyways.
"I was walking out and Lucifer grabbed me and put his hand over my mouth. he pulled me into the stair case and told me to be silent. He waited until Alistair came. They knocked me to the ground and kicked me in the ribs. When I fell I tripped over my foot and twisted it. They kicked me about 5 times before you showed up" Castiel finished refusing to look at Dean.
As Castiel told his story anger accumulated and bubbled in Dean's stomach and before Dean could stop himself it made its way up and exploded. "Fucking bastards! What makes them think that they fucking own the school and they can just beat up people smaller than them"
Dean jumping up from the bed.
Castiel flinched.
The movement caught Dean's eye and he sat back down with his head hung.
"Sorry." He mumbled looking away.
"It's okay." Castiel whispered.
After a few moments of silence Castiel spoke up.
"Why'd you come?" Dean looked over at Castiel and saw the other boy looking at him intensely.
"Why'd you come and help me?"
Dean opened his mouth and then shut it.
Why did he come to the other boy's rescue? Would he have let Lucifer and Alistair beat up someone else? Dean normally liked to stay out of shit like that. Did he like Castiel? As a friend or as something more? Dean always knew he liked guys to a certain degree but he never someone he could touch and talk to, all the other guys were fictional or on tv. Like Robert Down Jr. Or Dr. Sexy.
But Cas, Cas was real. His feelings were real. This was real. And it scared Dean.
When Dean didn't answer all hope washed out of Castiel's face and the other boy looked away.
"It's okay, you don't have to answer that Dean. I'm sorry for imposing, I should go home. Mother will be wondering where I am. Thank you for caring for me" Castiel went to pull the ice pack off his ankle and get up when Dean stopped him.
"Wh-what?" Dean stuttered.
"I'm afraid I don't understand Dean."
"Stay for dinner." Dean blurted out. Castiel's eyes widened.
"I- I couldn't. Mother would be furious."
"Call her and tell her."
"Dean.."
"Please?" Dean was practically begging now and it drove Castiel insane. He knew he shouldn't say yes. He should say no and punish himself for the sinful thoughts but instead he did the exact opposite.
"O-okay."
How I explained Cas spraining his ankle is how I sprained my ankle, just I was dancing. I tripped over my own foot, I twisted it and fell onto of it. Shockingly this is not the first time I've done sprained my ankle this way. For a dancer I don't think I'm very graceful.
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