AN: Thank you soooo much for all the kind reviews! Aah, I love you guys :') Sorry for not updating yesterday. Also, this chapter is kinda depressing, sorry not sorry.
"Dad, can I go back upstairs?" Castiel asked, looking down at his empty plate.
"Why?" his father replied aggressively. Cas's shoulders slumped.
"I was chatting with a friend, sir."
"Who is this friend?"
"Castiel, you can go upstairs," his mother said before he could answer.
"No, I am his father and he should show me some respect and answer me!" There was a loud noise as Cas's father slammed his glass onto the table.
"His name is Dean Winchester, sir."
"Castiel, go to your room," his mother said quietly, and Cas left before his father could say anything. He saw the look in his father's eyes, though, and knew this discussion wasn't over.
It was half past 9 and Cas was lying in his bed when the shouting started. At first, it wasn't that loud, but he knew it would just keep getting louder and louder until there was nothing else left in the world. Just the noise. Knowing that the next morning, his mother wouldn't be downstairs to make him breakfast. She would have gone to her sister's place to stay there for a few days, and Cas would be alone with his father again.
The worst part was that there was only one voice to be heard: his father's. His mother was probably just crying, silently begging for it to stop, praying for the courage to fight back, the courage to leave and never return. But she'd always come back. Castiel knew it. And that was his fault. She stayed because of her son.
And that hurt.
Castiel could feel the tears welling up in his eyes once again. He'd lost count of how many times this had happened. But he knew it was more than enough. More than anything, he wanted to save his mother. He wanted her to be able to leave. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to get the hell out of there, but he had nowhere to go. Then, struck with a sudden realization, he grabbed a bag, put his pyjamas in it along with his phone charger, a couple of CDs and a bottle of water. He climbed out of the window and grabbed his phone from his pocket.
Rise up!
Gather round!
Rock this place to the ground!
Dean put his guitar down and picked up his ringing phone.
"Dean Winchester speaking," he said casually.
H-hello Dean. There was a sob.
"Cas? Are you alright?"
Dean, and another sob, can I come over? There was a tremble in Castiel's voice that made Dean worry about him. He didn't know him that well, but well enough to want to take care of him, so he said: "Yes. Of course. Should I come pick you up?"
N-no, I'll make it, it isn't far.
"No, Cas, you stay right where you are. I'll be there in five minutes."
Cas, with tears in his eyes, was sitting on the sidewalk in front of his house. The curtains were closed so he didn't need to worry about his parents seeing him.
He looked at the sky and wondered why he'd called Dean. Yes, they talked pretty much every day, but he'd only known him for two weeks. They weren't that close. Cas decided to stop thinking about it, it would just make him feel guilty for making his problems Dean's problems. He closed his eyes and made himself as small as possible, slowly slipping from consciousness.
A few minutes later he vaguely heard the sound of Dean's Chevy Impala as it drove through the street and stopped right in front of him. He felt Dean grab his arm, drag him into the car and fasten his seatbelt and a few seconds later they drove away again. Half-conscious, Cas smiled to himself as tears still streamed down his face. He was safe now.