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"Castiel? Wake up."
Castiel rubbed his eyes and yawned as he sat up in Lysander's bed. He didn't remember how he'd gotten there, but all he knew was that he was more comfortable than he'd been since he was first sent to give Maximus clothing. He looked up at Lysander, who stood at the foot of the bed with a worried smiled on his face.
"How are you feeling?"
"I feel…alright."
"Good. It's still really early, so you don't have to get up if you're not ready."
"You don't have to take care of me."
Castiel started to get out of bed. Lysander waved the comment off.
"It's no trouble. I can't send you back outside when you're not well."
Castiel smiled.
"Thanks, Lysander."
Lysander blushed at Castiel. His smile was so…cute. All Lysander wanted to do was push Castiel down onto the bed and make love to him right then and there-
NO. Those thoughts. They were wrong. Castiel loved that other guy. Wait, were they even still together? No way. Castiel was with Maximus, who was the most evil person around. Castiel didn't even want to be there. Lyssander could have him. Yeah, that would work. After all, he loved Castiel since the first day they met and they spent time together in the courtyard. That blonde asshole was always in the way. Not anymore. Now Lysander could love Castiel.
"You know, Castiel…you can stay here for a while if you want to."
"I…I can't…"
"Why not?"
"I can find a place to stay, get another job. I don't want to burden you."
Lysander sat next to Castiel and took his hand in his. He gently rubbed Castiel's hand.
"You're not a burden. I want you to stay here. Leigh is always off with Rosa. I don't have anyone around to hang out with."
"You have friends-"
"I don't go out much."
"But isn't it Leigh's house-"
"Our last apartment was. We're roommates now. I work in his shop with minimum pay and in exchange, I don't have to pay my half of the rent. It sort of already comes out of my paycheck."
"How much is rent?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Lysander-"
"Please?"
Castiel sighed and shrugged.
"Alright, but I'll buy groceries .I'm not going to be a freeloader."
Lysander smiled.
"Excellent."
Maximus punched the wall, screaming in anger.
"What do you mean he LEFT?!"
"S-sir, he wasn't outside this morning when you told me to let him back in."
"Son of a BITCH!"
Maximus tore his bedroom apart in anger.
"Who the hell told him he could leave?!"
The butler went silent.
"Bring me my phone!"
He ran off to find Maximus's cell phone, which he was accustomed to finding in the strangest places around the mansion. He found it under the cabinet in the restroom before coming back and holding it out to Maximus, who snatched it and dialed a number.
"Hello?"
"Get everyone! I'm gonna kill a son of a bitch!"
"What happened?"
"JUST GET EVERYONE! We're rolling out tonight."
(At Lysander's Apartment)
Castiel and Lysander sat on the couch, laughing and talking about everything going on in Lysander's life. Quite frankly, Castiel didn't want to talk about his. After a while, they stopped laughing, and Castiel returned his attention to the television. Lysander took this opportunity to steal glances at Castiel. Everything about him was perfect.
Castiel looked down to his hands.
"I just thought of two things I really want to do today, if that's okay…"
"What is it?"
"I want to see my parents…and Nathaniel…"
Lysander frowned.
"Nathaniel, huh?"
"Yeah."
Lysander sighed. Castiel nervously looked down again.
"We don't have to go if you don't want to. Just…forget I ever said it."
"No no no. It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"You're alright. Come on. Tell me where."
First, they rode to his parents' house. His heart quickly beat in his chest as he reached for the door handle.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
His mother answered the door. She took one look at him before smiling.
"Mom."
She fainted.
"Shit!"
Castiel caught his mother. He called into the house.
"Dad?!"
His father came running down the stairs when he heard someone shouting. He saw someone holding his wife in the door got ready to kick some ass.
"Who the hell are-"
Castiel looked up at his father.
"Castiel?"
"Yeah! She fainted! What do we do?!"
His father picked her up.
"Come with me."
Castiel stepped in, closing the door behind him and following his father into the kitchen. His father set his mother down and threw a cup of water into her face. She opened her eyes and looked around in a daze. She saw Castiel again and reached out to hug him. He hugged her back and tears spilled from her eyes.
"My baby…"
She kissed his forehead as his father embraced them both.
"Where have you been?! We never stopped looking for you!"
"A lot happened…the point is, I'm here now. I love you guys."
They embraced again. Castiel's mother went to kiss his forehead again when she paused.
"Cassie?!"
"Yes?"
She moved his hair away from his face, exposing a partially opened bruise on the side of his face.
"Who did this to you?!"
He thought for a moment before he realized what was going on. He brought his hand to the side of his head, touching the mark.
"I…messed up…"
She sighed before going around the corner to the laundry room to find a rag. She grabbed some peroxide and wet the rag before cleaning the wound. When she finished, she gave him an ice pack for his head before looking to his father.
"What?"
She looked as if she wanted to ask something before closing her mouth and shaking her head.
"What's wrong, mom?"
"Nothing. I know you don't like talking about bad things."
Castiel looked down for a second before holding his mother's hand.
"I'm ready to tell you now."
His mother and father listened as he told his story. He started from him and Nathaniel getting into fights and continued forward, telling them the entirety of this fanfiction (oh, was I not supposed to break the fourth wall…sorry.) They listened intently, noting every detail of his story. Of course he left out every sex part with him and Nathaniel, but they got the picture, nonetheless. When he finished, they both looked at each other before looking back at him.
"Sweetheart, you've been through so much."
"Who the hell is Maximus?! I'll kill that son of a bitch!"
Castiel shook his head.
"He has money and power."
His parents shook their heads. He jumped up.
"Wait!"
"What is it, sweety?"
"I have someone waiting for me!"
Castiel hurried back to the door. Just as he started to reach for the knob, he caught a glimpse of what was going on outside. He froze in his tracks.
Lysander was standing with his back up against his car. Maximus stood in front of him holding a loaded gun to his forehead. He angrily yelled at Lysander who nervously replied, never taking his eyes from the gun. Maximus paused before pulling the gun back and putting it back into his holster. He muttered something else to Lysander before storming back across the street to his car. He sped down the street as Lysander sat down by his car with his hands to his forehead, obviously panicking. Castiel waited a few seconds before looking over to his father, who along with his mother had joined Castiel at the door and seen the entire scenario.
"What the hell was that?"
"Maximus…"
"That's Maximus?! Hell no! I'm gonna kick his ass!"
"No. That's my friend Lysander. The guy who had the gun was Maximus."
Castiel waited a few more seconds to be sure Maximus wasn't waiting for him to come out before opening the door.
"Lys!"
Lysander jumped before looking up at Castiel, who waved him over. He looked around before getting up and hurrying to the door.
"Come in!"
Castiel pulled Lysander inside before looking around and closing the door.
"Come on."
He walked Lysander into the living room.
"Are you alright?"
"Y-yeah…"
"I saw what happened."
"He really is a jerk."
"What did he say to you?"
"He was looking for you and I said I didn't know. Then he started getting all pissed."
Castiel put a hand on Lysander's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Lys. I'll leave soon so you don't have to worry about Maximus."
"NO! I mean…no…you don't have to worry about it. I'm fine."
"He just had a gun to your head."
"I've had a gun to my head before. This one time these guys came to rob the shop and Leigh and I were the only ones there. Lucky, Leigh keeps a double barrel behind the counter."
Castiel sighed.
"I don't want you to get hurt because of me."
Lysander took Castiel's hand in his.
"I wish I had a wise comeback, but the fact is, I don't. Just imagine that I do."
Castiel chuckled before speaking to his parents. When they finished, and after he managed to pry himself from his mother's arms, he and Lysander left.
"Where to?"
Lysander did have poor memory.
"Do you know where Nathaniel lives?"
Once again, Lysander felt his heart sink. Why Nathaniel? Castiel should be with him.
"No."
"Maybe his number hasn't changed."
Castiel dialed Nathaniel's number and crossed his fingers with hope it was the same.
"Hello?"
It was.
After talking for a while, Castiel found Nathaniel's address and gave Lysander directions. When they arrived, Castiel looked over to Lysander, who crossed his arms and shrugged.
"I'm fine out here."
"I don't want you to wait out here. Go home, okay? I'll find another way back."
"But-"
"Please?"
Lysander looked into Castiel's eyes before sighing and nodding.
"Alright."
Castiel smiled before getting out of the car and going up to the porch. He knocked and waited for someone to answer. Surely enough, it was Nathaniel.
"Cas…"
"Nat…"
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment before embracing and kissing. Lysander felt sick to his stomach when he saw this and shook his head before speeding off down the road.
Castiel and Nathaniel wasted no time as they pulled each other's clothes off. Nathaniel scooped Castiel up into his arms and carried him all the way to his bedroom, laying him on the bed. They continued to kiss and hug as Nathaniel began to stroke Castiel.
(At Lysander's Apartment)
Lysander paced back and forth, running his fingers through his hair.
"What makes him so special?! Castiel should be with me. I wouldn't have put him through all of that. I would hold him and love him every day."
He plopped down on his bed.
"I have to do something."
(At Nathaniel's Apartment)
Castiel and Nathaniel lay in each other's arms on the bed, catching their breath. Nathaniel softly kissed Castiel's cheeks, forehead, and lips repeatedly as the boy rested.
"I love you so much."
Nathaniel looked upset for a moment before nodding.
"I love you too."
A while later, Castiel started to get up to go shower when Nathaniel grabbed his hand.
"Castiel…"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"No matter what I do, you always stay with me and put me first. Thanks for choosing me."
Castiel got back onto the bed and straddled Nathaniel, kissing him lovingly before going to shower. Nathaniel rolled over and picked picked up the phone.
Later that day, Nathaniel took Castiel home. He kissed him again before hugging him. Castiel looked into his eyes.
"What's going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"You keep acting like you'll never see me again."
Nathaniel nervously looked away.
"Nothing's going on. I just really love you. I don't love anyone else and I don't want to lose you again."
"Okay…"
They kissed again before Castiel went into the apartment. Nathaniel drove away.
"Lysander?"
"Castiel?!"
"Hey, Lys."
"Hi! I mean…hey."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just glad to see you."
"Oh… okay."
Castiel took off his jacket and shoes before sitting next to Lysander.
"What are you doing?"
"Just writing."
"Writing a story?"
"A song."
"Oh. What's it about?"
Lysander blushed.
"Love."
"You're in love with someone?! Why didn't you tell me? Are you two dating?"
"I wish."
"Who is it?"
Lysander blushed even redder.
"I-It's a secret."
Castiel stared for a moment before shrugging.
"Alright. I'm gonna go to bed."
"Okay. I'll be in there eventually."
"I'll probably be asleep by then, so goodnight!"
"Night."
Lysander cursed to himself.
"Dammit! Why the hell didn't you just ask him out?! Tell him how you feel! Grow some balls, Lys!"
For the first time ever, he regretted having twin sized beds. Now that Castiel felt better, there was no reason for them to share a bed again.
