"I'm coming!" I yelled annoyed. I dragged my feet over to the door and and put my hand on the door nob and turned it, opening it wide.
I couldn't believe it.
Two, dark blue eyes landed on mine on, filling with relief.
"Hello Dean."

Warning: Child abuse, mentions of self harm and gay bashing(I hope thats all.)

Dean's POV

Seeing him again knocked the wind out of me.
"C-Cas?" I whispered my eyes wide and my throat closed up.
I couldn't believe he was here. At my front door.
Because it was dark out I couldn't see him all that well but from what I could see was that he looked like shit.
It looked like he hadn't slept in days, he had a of a 5 o'clock shadow, he had heavy bruising under both of his eyes and dark patches all over his face.
He had such a sadness to him that I just wanted to wrap him up in my arms and kiss him until it was gone.
His eyes were so dead. The only emotion they held was hopelessness and pain.
He looked like he was about to break down and start sobbing right here on the door step.
He was wearing a very odd tan trench coat that looked awfully out of place, he had pair of grey tack pants and the black v neck I lent him the night he slept over. I smiled sadly.
The clothes hung loosely on him. He had lost way too much weight.
"Dean, please, just-just let me explain." He croaked. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.
"M-my mother kicked me out. Well, she-she told me to leave, she threatened me." A panic look struck his face.
"I- I didn't have anywhere else to go. Please do not kick me out also Dean. I-I have no where else to go."
With that tears collected his blue eyes. His eyes were so unnaturally beautiful that they still left me breathless.
My heart ached.
I missed him so badly and even though it hurt it felt amazing to know he was still alive, sure he maybe broken but he was breathing. I couldn't have been happier.
Apparently he had interpreted my silence as rejection. His face fell and shattered, he bit his lip to stop himself from sobbing out loud. His shoulders rose and fell with each silent cry that racked through his small body.
"I'm sorry Dean." With that he turned around and started to walk away.
My eyes widened.
"Shit, no Cas! Come back." I cried running out and grabbing his hand. I spun him around and pulled him in for a hug.
I dug my face into his hair and took in a deep breath instantly calming the two of us down.
"You can stay here." I whispered.
I felt him crumble in my arms.
"Th-thank y-you Dean." He wept a mixture of pain and relief into my shoulder.
A thousand different thoughts clouded my mind at once, making me dizzy. It killed me to see him like this.
What the fuck did his Mother say, making him this emotional? Why was he kicked out? What happened while we were apart? Why didn't he hate me? Was he still cutting? Was he going to be okay?
It didn't take long for him to compose himself. He pulled out of the hug and looked up at me with a grateful smile.
"Thank you Dean." He repeated.
"It's no problem Cas, let's go in before the mosquitoes eat us alive." I chuckled weakly.
When I turned around to go back in I saw Sam standing in the door looking at us with wide, confused and almost frightful eyes.
I smiled sheepishly at him.
"De-Dean.. Can I talk to you for a minute?" Sam asked, about to lose it
I rolled my eyes before turning to Cas. "Just give us a minute, if you want you can go up to my room?" I asked softly.
He nodded before climbing the stairs and disappearing around the corner.
As soon as Sam was sure Cas was gone he went off the deep end.
"What the hell is he doing here." He spat out in a harsh whisper.
"His mom kicked him out Sam, he doesn't have anywhere else to go." I replied just as harshly.
He immediately softened up. His shoulders visibly slouching, guilt and shame melting his features.
"Oh." -he paused, thinking of how to phrase his next question.- "Why'd she do that?"
"I dunno man, he just said that she kicked him out and threatened him."

Once I was done talking to Sam I asked him to give Bobby a call and let him know that Cas would be spending the night and to explain why. Sam happily agreed secretly hoping it would mask his slip up.
I went up stairs to talk to Cas.

I opened the door gently and looked in at him.
He was sitting on the bed staring at the pale wall. He looked over at me when I opened the door but looked away as soon as our eyes connected.
In the light I could see him better.
His face was a sickly pale colour and his cheeks sunken in. Both eyes had bruises underneath, his left eye looked like it was healing, his right eye looked fresh. His cheek, jaw bone, lip and nose were all bruising up really badly. Right now they were a deep, angry red with purple and yellow spots peeking through.
His eyes were still that electrifying blue that I would never get over.
His clothes -no, scratch that, my clothes- barley even fit him, I was shocked his pants weren't falling off. He must have lost 40 pounds that he couldn't even afford to risk in the first place.
He looked like a skeleton.
"I'm sorry for imposing Dean." He said quietly not meeting my eye. Guilt laced over ever single syllable.
"Cas.. You're not imposing at all. If you ever need a place to stay you can always stay here."
It was then he finally lifted his head and looked at me.
He really did look horrible, his beautiful eyes were a little red and puffy from crying earlier. To me, it made him look even more handsome.
He was giving me another one of those look-right-into-your-soul kind of looks that he gave me the first night we met.
I felt like he was looking right through me and he could see what I had been doing while we were apart. Guilt, regret and shame crashed over me like a tidal wave making me stumble a bit.
I felt very uncomfortable.
I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot until it looked like what he was doing clicked in his head and looked away.
A bright red soaked into his cheeks.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice cracking.
I coughed awkwardly before going over and sitting beside him on the bed.
When I sat beside him, the bed dipped down under my weigh and I accidently sat to close to him. Our thighs and shoulders touched. A warmth spread all through out me.
He shuffled over so he was sitting away from me. I winced slightly. He was probably still scared shitless of me after I almost punched him the last night we saw each other.
As soon as I felt tears cloud my vision I looked away and rubbed my eyes, getting rid of them.
I was not going to cry in front of him. He needed someone who could hold themselves together and help bring him back from whatever he was going through. Basically he needed anyone other than me. I didn't deserve him anymore. I missed my chance.
"De-Dean?" He mumbled quietly making my heart jump the way my name rolled off his tongue.
"Yeah Cas." I looked over at him and he was looking up at me through his lashes, playing with his lower lip in with his teeth.
"What happened to you, when we were away from each other?" He asked quietly but strongly.
My breath hitched. I didn't really want to reveal that to him yet. I didn't want him to know how much he actually meant to me. After what I did to him I probably meant jack shit to him. He still meant the world to me which was a problem because I should just be moving on with my life, follow in his foot steps.
"I'm sorry I should not have asked that." He said lacing his voice with no emotion what so ever.
"If you tell me what you've been up to I'll tell you what happened to me." I blurted out before I could stop myself.
His eyes narrowed as he started searching my expression.
When he decided I wasn't going to back down he nodded slightly.
"What do you want to know?" He asked playing with his fingers in a small voice.
"Well, what happened with your mom I guess, and why'd you come here?"
He looked at me once more, playing his eyes on my face before he began, a weary look loomed over his face.
"She came home earlier. It was just Anna, Gabriel and I at the house. I wasn't really doing.. anything at all I do not believe. I was just watching television listening to Anna go on about her new boyfriend. Mother stormed in a grabbed me by the throat."
My eyes flew to his neck and my blood ran cold.
His neck was lightly tainted with red finger marks. The marks would no doubt be gone in the morning, but that still didn't stop me from being angry.
Castiel went on in a monotone voice.
"She picked me up right out of the chair and slammed me into the wall. She began to hit him. I believe Mother was highly intoxicated. She was slurring a lot of her words so it was hard to comprehend what exactly what she was trying to communicate. From what I could gather I believe she was fired or laid off her job. She told me it was my fault and that I should have gotten a job sooner, which I really should have. She called me a fag and a queer and told me that I will never be normal and I think she said I'm damned to hell. She told me that I was a pathetic son."
"When she was tired of hitting me she whispered something that I couldn't catch and then she pushed me to the ground and told me to get out until I could get a stable job that could provide for the family. I went upstairs to pack but she told me to leave or she was going to kill me."
"Normally I wouldn't believe such a foolish command but the look in her eyes told me other wise. I grabbed this coat" -He slightly pulled it closer to himself,- "and rushed out the door and started walking. I couldn't really think of another place to go.. but here. I was just praying you'd let me in."
He looked up at me with emotionless eyes.
I felt anger stir inside of me. It took a while for me to process what he had said but when I did exploded.
"Where the fuck was you dad? Why would she hit you if she couldn't keep a job? Did she hit your brother or sister? We have to call the police! Where's your older brothers? You're not a fag or a queer, your not pathetic. What the fuck is wrong with her!? "
How could he be so fucking calm about this? Shouldn't he be a nervous wreck? Or pissed off? Or something. He was so calm and emotionless. It was like he was a fucking statue. I didn't like this side of him. It was like there was 2 sides of him and if I got lucky I'd see the other side. He had to be fucking scared, he had to be angry he had to be something, other wise he wouldn't have been such a wreck when he showed up.
I wanted the other Cas back.
When he didn't answer I looked over to where he was sitting and saw him sitting as far away from me as he could on the other side of the bed, scrunched up against the wall. His eyes wide with fear.
It was then I felt the searing pain in my hand. With wide eyes I stared at the destruction I had created.
There ware 2 gaping hole in the wall in front of me..
"Fuck." I mumbled pulling my hand close, inspecting the new craters in the wall.
I instantly felt ashamed. Ashamed that I had destroyed Bobby's wall, ashamed I betrayed Tessa and all of our hard work but most importantly ashamed I scared Cas. Again.
He was staring at me with wide, fearful eyes, frozen in place.
"Fuck." I mumbled again. I slowly made my way over to him with my hands out in front of me trying to show him I wasn't going to hurt him.
When I got a few feet in front of him his eyes got even wider and he back up even more, bumping into the wall.
"Please don't, please!" He cried. When I got close enough I wrapped my arms around him he instantly collapsed in tears.
A wave of relief hit me.
"I'm sorry Cas. That was my bad. I thought my therapist had helped me through all that shit but I just black out. I'm sorry."
"Th-therapist?" He asked pulling away to look up at me with curious eyes. I nodded.
"Dean, what happened?" He asked using his sleeve to wipe his tears away. I smiled sadly.
"I- I just got into some trouble. I started... doing different drugs." I flinched. I hated bring it up, if I could take it all back I would.
Cas gasped lightly.
"Why-why would you do that!?" He asked slightly angry making me even more ashamed of myself.
"I'm not too sure." I lied. I knew exactly why I was did it. I wanted to forget about the world. I wanted to drown all my problems even if it was just for one night.
"Is that why you stopped coming to school?" He asked.
I nodded
"I'm glad you are no longer leading that lifestyle." He said biting his lip again.
"Me too."
He suddenly pulled me closer and burred his face into my chest. It was a surprise at first but I soon recovered and hugged him back. I placed a soft kiss on the top of his head.
"Hey Dean so I was thin- Holy shit I am so sorry!" A loud obnoxious voice cried. I looked up to see a flash of red before watching the door close with a loud slam that reverberated off the walls of the room.
Cas squeaked and jumped out of the hold. He lunched himself to the other side of the bed and stared at the door with wide blue eyes.
"Well I guess you were going to have to meet her sooner or later." I grumbled, mad that Charlie ruined the moment.

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That was way too long of a wait for a small chapter. I am so sorry. A lot of personal bullshit popped up and it sucked. I'll try and post the next chapter asap.
I might have to put this story on pause until after exams and after I work out all this personal stuff. I'm not too sure yet. Or I just might keep writing like nothing happened. We'll have to see.
I know that this story only has probably another 2 MAYBE 3 chapters left in it. I'm so close to done.

ALSO, sorry for last chapter, when I published it the formatting got all effed up or something, I'll fix it sooner or later lol.

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