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Chuck Shirley was king at Lawrence High. As a senior, his favorite pastime was terrorizing freshman. Aided by hoodlums named Azel (real name Azazel, but if you mention that to him you will get attacked) and Zach.

Those two worshipped Chuck as a God. So it's no surprise that they were lost and vengeful when their glorious leader was suspended. They had been waiting outside the garage that Mr. Smith treasured so much.

"Did you hear that?" Zach asked, an evil grin working its way across his face. Azel just smirked to match. "I've got an idea. It'll get him good. He may even quit." Azel reached out his neck, whispering the plan in his friend's ear. Just as quietly as they came, they left; one evil awful plan wiser.

-The next day-

"Sorry I'm late babe." He called apologetically to the beautiful dark haired man waiting outside his apartment. "I do believe you owe me for waiting." Cas chided, pursing his lips comically.

Dean laughed, pecking his lips. "So we agreed at work no PDA." Cas reminded Dean, who seemed to be pretending to not hear him. "I'm sorry what was that?" Dean asked, laughing. "Just get your cute ass in the car. You're gonna make us both late."

The car ride was fairly boring. Dean was not fully awoke as he'd only had 2 coffees so far. He tried his best to take a nap on the way, the bumps and curves doing little more than annoying him. After they arrived, he kisses Cas once and told him he'd see him at lunch.

He nearly skipped to his home away from home. It wasn't until he approached the door and pulled out his key that he noticed the door was unlocked. Not unlocked, but broken into. The lock was broken, it wasn't when Dean last checked.

He proceeded in with caution, flicking the light switch. All seemed fine, he was about to let out a sigh of relief when he realized one corner was still dark. He gripped the string to the light and pulled, illuminating his private work space.

When the light hit, he nearly fainted. In front of him, his entire workspace was trashed. The impala's windows and windshield were shattered, Dean could hear the crunch of glass underneath his boots as he struggled to move forward.

The car was burnt, like someone had set it on fire. He rest his hand on the top, recoiling immediately as it singed his fingers. "SONOFABITCH" he cursed, moving his eyes around to estimate the damage.

The car exterior was beyond repair. The leather seats were charcoal or melted together. It was a miracle whoever did this didn't set off an explosion. It wasn't until he looked up from the car that he saw the spray paint on the wall. "faggot", "your kind isnt welcome here", "fruitcake", and other slurs and death threats covered the back wall.

He cursed in a rage. He slammed his fist down on the hood, screaming in pain as he felt his flesh blister. His knees gave out as the pain set in, and he cracked the back of his head on one of the tool shelves behind him. His vision blurred, and he lay on the floor.

There were moments that flashed in front of him before he blacked out. Jo discovered him before the bell rang. She screamed and told Kevin to call 911. She picked up his head and placed it in her lap, trying to stop the bleeding. "Please Mr. Smith! Please be alive!" She pleaded, her eyes tearing up.

He tried to nod his head, but instead, he lost consciousness. When he came to, about 3 things he was certain: he was not dead, his head hurt like a bitch, and he was going to kill whoever did that to his heaven. The garage was his one safe haven after Lisa and Ben.

He'd spent hours there fixing up the impala and avoiding the responsibilities of life. His life was in that car and that garage. He didn't realize someone was in the room with him until he felt a hand on his. "Mr. Smith? Don't try to get up. You hit your head pretty hard. We had to give you 7 stitches. Thank God you didn't bleed to death before we could get to you."

There was shouting and shuffling down the hall. From what he could make out, it sounded like Cas. "You don't understand, he's my boyfriend. Don't you dare tell me I can't see him." He'd never heard Cas so forceful or so angry. "I'm sorry sir, we can only allow immediate family in." A bitter woman called, some strain in her voice.

"Is that Cas? I want to see him. Let him in!" Dean demanded. "It's hospital policy that only family is allowed outside of visiting hours." Dean let out a deep growl. "Listen here I'm the patient and I'm saying that he is family." The doctor looked at Dean for a long while before nodding slowly.

He walked into the hallway and came back with the dark haired angel. "Cas" Dean called out, reaching out to him. He tried to get up, but Cas rushed to him, pushing him back down. "Shh baby, just lay back. I came as quick as I could." He placed his lips gently on Dean's bandaged forehead.

"I'm so happy you're alright. What happened back there? Naomi refused to tell me." Tears flowed from Dean as he remembered. "Cas, they destroyed my baby. Somehow they found out about us. They wrote..." He paused, his anger getting to him as he choked on tears.

"They told me to kill myself, and that I don't deserve to be alive as long as I love you. I know it's a load of bullshit, but how did they know. You could be in danger.." He was cut off by Cas's lips.

"Dean I know what you're thinking but I'm not leaving you, especially not now, and not ever. You're always strong baby, so strong, but this is not something you need to go through alone. I know how much that car meant to you, but you have to let this go."

Dean looked up at him, sadness and rage in his eyes. "They attacked my one safe place. They started this war. They should've known better than to mess with the bull. Cas this isn't something I want to go through alone. It's something I have to do alone. I don't want to know that you can get hurt because of me. I can't do this anymore Cas."

Dean pulled his hand out from under Cas's grip. "I can't protect you Cas." Cas tried to argue, tried to plead. Dean's eyes were so sad, but so sure. "I can't let you do this Dean, you love me I know you do."

Dean looked up at his angel. "Please Cas, just leave. I don't want you here." Those words were poison leaving Dean's mouth, and a stabbing knife in Cas's heart. "Fine Dean, you can lie to yourself and me, but when you remember that we can do this together, you know where to find me."

Cas stood, walking towards the door. He glanced back at his Dean, so broken and so hurt, and he knew that he needed to be his guardian angel more than ever.

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