Warnings: Bullying and bashing
Samandriel hummed softly under his breath as he walked towards his locker, the idle chatter happening around him not even phasing him. This weekend was his and Castiel's 18th birthday and in a few weeks Christmas would be here. Samandriel was so excited for both, he could barely keep the stupid grin off his face. He quickly exchanged his books for the ones he would need for the second half of the day. The bell sounded around him making him jump a little and hurried to get to his next class with Sam. The younger Winchester was standing outside the room with Sarah, her long brown hair done up in a messy bun. Both of them turned and smiled brightly as he approached, Sarah leaning in to kiss his cheek.
"You ready for this test?" Sam groaned rubbing at his face. Samandriel shrugged a bit, taking a look inside as the others started scrambling for a last minute refresher. He chuckled with a shake of his head.
"Well, we're better off than they are at least. Wanna go over the note cards?" Samandriel offered. Sam grinned, nodding before pecking Sarah's lips. The girl waved, hurrying to her own class across the hall. Just as Samandriel moved to follow his friend into the class he felt himself being yanked back, yelping as his front slammed hard into the row of lockers.
"You fucking piece of shit," a nasally voice growled into his ear. It took a moment to realize it was his cousin that was snarling inches from his face. He tried to push back but Malachi just slammed him forward again making him gasp.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" Sam shouted, Samandriel nearly falling as the weight on his back quickly disappeared.
"This isn't over fuck face," he growled, spinning on his heel to run off. Samandriel swallowed hard, his face and eyes burning as he turned to see his entire class staring at him. Sam recovered first, grabbing up his arm to lead him back into the room. Their teacher's mouth was opening and closing, unsure of what to even say. Samandriel waved her off and took his seat in the back next to Sam, his head falling onto his arms the second he sat down.
"What the hell was that about?" Sam hissed as the teacher started to stammer along about their test, her eyes constantly falling on the two of them whispering. Samandriel was grateful that she didn't say anything, or yell at them to stop talking.
"I-I have no idea...he just attacked me..." he whispered rubbing almost frantically at his face. He hadn't heard or seen any of his cousins since his parents last visit almost a month ago. They were at the school, that much he knew but Hannah nor Malachi even acted like he existed. Which he was perfectly fine with except he did worry about Anna...God he hadn't even gotten to talk to her even before he left that house for good. He missed her and really hoped that she was doing okay.
This blatant attack by Malachi was strange, usually he resorted to just trying to insult Samandriel, to make him feel bad about his new family and relationship. Something else was wrong but he couldn't figure it out. He didn't have the time to dwell on it either, their test was being passed out and he tucked in with a long sigh.
For the next few days, things with Malachi were steadily growing worse and more violent. He found himself constantly being shoved into lockers or tripped up in the hallway. Sam magically appeared each time and even Castiel sometimes but Samandriel knew it was just going to get worse. He begged both his brother and Sam to not say anything to either Dean or Benny, he didn't need anymore drama and home was his safe haven. Benny was already suspicious when he found bruises littering his chest when they would go to bed at night.
It was now Thursday, a day Samandriel had now started to dread because of the study group he had to be apart of. Castiel was staring hard at him during lunch, silently trying to tell him to cancel it and just come home with them after school.
"Alfie, they'll understand I promise just...don't stay okay?" Castiel hissed at him as they walked towards his locker. Samandriel sighed heavily, his fingers brushing over his phone deep in his pocket, wanting nothing more than to do what his twin was asking him.
"I'll think about it...and it's not like it's something I'm not used too," Samandriel grumbled, regretting it instantly when Castiel gripped his wrist tightly.
"Things are different now and you know it. And it's bullshit for you to think you have to get used this...just come home with us after school okay? We'll study together and watch some movies with our teddy bear boyfriends," Castiel grinned, knowing there was no way in hell Samandriel could even turn that down. He blushed a little and laughed, giving his brother a short nod.
"Good...come on or we're gonna be late," Castiel chuckled pulling him away once he had his books switched out.
It became a routine for at least one of his friends to walk him to his classes...something he hadn't remembered asking for but they gave it to him anyway. A part of him wanted to roll his eyes but he secretly loved it, knowing that he had friends who actually cared that much about him.
The test he and Sam had taken on Monday was passed back out and he frowned at the lower grade than he had shot for appeared on his paper. Sam bit his lip, showing him the 98% he had received. He was bummed about his 81% but he couldn't stop being insanely proud of Sam, giving him a huge smile and a thumbs up.
"Hey go on without me, I need to ask her about extra credit," Samandriel grumbled once the bell rang. Sam froze, giving him those wide puppy dog eyes as he glanced over at the door where Sarah was already waiting. Samandriel laughed, gently pushing Sam towards her.
"I'll be okay, go," he said and watched the frown on both of their faces before they left.
"What can I do for you Mr. Pike," she asked with an easy smile. Samandriel sat down in the chair next to her desk and proceeded to ask about what he could do to bring up his grade. With other students piling in for the next hour, he had a list of things written down and a pass to his next class. He hurried out and began his trek upstairs, not wanting to be too late.
And not get caught by himself in the halls. He was nearly there when he felt the all too familiar feeling of being swung straight into the row of lockers. A gasp left his lips and he felt more than one pair of hands grabbing at him. He was spun around, his eyes growing wide at Malachi and his group of thuggish friends.
"Where are your bodyguards now dick face? None of them around to hold your precious fucking hand?" Malachi snorted, slamming Samandriel's head back against the metal when his mouth opened to speak.
"You keep your fucking faggot mouth shut...you just couldn't leave things alone could you? You had to come back and bring all your shit with you," his cousin seethed, eyes growing dark and feral. Samandriel swallowed hard, completely confused to what was even going on. He tried to wiggle his way out of their grasp but got shoved hard into the lockers for his effort.
"I...don't know what you're even talking about!" he stammered. Malachi laughed in his face, his own turning a dark shade of red as his rage stirred even stronger.
"My dad disappeared because of you...my mom is forcing us to fucking leave town! That clear enough for you!"
"I didn't do anything!" he fought back only to cry out as a hand slammed into his stomach.
"Shut your fucking mouth! If you would have never came here, things wouldn't be turning to shit!" Malachi said mere inches from his face. Samandriel gasped through the pain, his eyes welling up and widening when Malachi's fist pulled back.
Castiel wasn't paying too much attention to where he was really going, his nose stuck in his book as he blindly walked down the hall. It was more or less his free period and most of the time he spent it in the library but today he was meant to help tutor some underclassman. A teacher scurried past him, giving him a stern look which he replied with his usual pass neatly written by the librarian. He turned the corner and froze in mid step, the sounds of grunting followed by a sickening skin on skin sound echoed off the walls. Rolling his eyes he almost dismissed it but something like a painful sob quickly followed and Castiel was dropping his stuff to the floor.
His stomach roiled when he skidded to a stop, seeing his twin brother curled into himself as three other kids kicked at him. He quickly recognized one of them, Malachi and Castiel saw red. He flew forward, shoving with all his might at Malachi's shoulder.
"Get off of him!" Castiel shouted, hoping to get the attention of at least one of the deaf teachers. Malachi scoffed, a twisted grin on his face as he backed Castiel up into the wall. There was a hand clutching at his ankle and he didn't need to look down to know Samandriel was clinging to him.
"Ah, if it is the biggest fag of them all...you fucking little Samandriel as well? Douche bag Winchester not hitting that spot anymore?" Malachi sneered. Castiel stared at him wide eyed not able to stifle the almost cackle leaving his mouth.
"Don't you fucking laugh at me you piece of shit!" he growled, wrapping his fingers around Castiel's neck to shove him into the wall. He sagged backwards, nearly tripping over his twin's body.
"He's my brother you asshole! How did you not get the memo!" Castiel grunted trying to shove the other boy off him. Malachi's eyes widened for a beat before he was ungraciously being yanked off him, several teachers staring at the mess of bodies lingering in the hallway.
"What in God's name is going on!" their principal cried sauntering over towards them. Castiel sneered at her before dropping down, wincing at the blood trailing from both Samandriel's lip and a cut on his cheek.
"Those faggots..."
"Watch your mouth Milton! I will not tolerate such disgusting words! Now...Castiel...what happened?" she asked turning to him. Samandriel was slowly sitting up, his eyes squeezed shut as Castiel helped him.
"I walked in on these goons beating the shit out of my brother...that's what happened," Castiel hissed hugging his twin close. Samandriel stayed quiet, his breathing a little too heavy for Castiel's liking.
"Brother? You mean figuratively correct?" she asked with a raised brow. Castiel rolled his eyes and forced out a laugh.
"No, Samandriel is in fact, my twin brother. Now if you'll excuse us," Castiel growled out, slowly helping Samandriel to his feet. His brother whimpered softly, curling into himself and Castiel cursed under his breath. He knew without a doubt something was wrong with his ribs...
"We need to discuss this..."
"I already told you what happened, Samandriel needs to see a doctor..."
"Mr. Novak..."
"If you actually paid attention to your students or even what was going on around you, one you'd know that I changed my last name to Pike and for two...those assholes right there would have been suspended months ago. So I apologize if I offend you when I say fuck off," Castiel said before pulling Samandriel down the hall without so much as another glance back.
Samandriel didn't want to look up into the peering faces of his family, Dean was pacing the room while Castiel sat next to him holding his hand tightly. Benny was still stuck at work and just the thought of his boyfriend crashing into the room angry made Samandriel cringe. The doctor had already been in to see him, confirming Castiel's suspicions that he did in fact have a fractured rib but thankfully that was all.
"We need to call your parents..." Dean grumbled chewing on his thumbnail. Samandriel's head shot up and he was already shaking his head as Castiel sighed.
"Honestly babe, what good would it do? They'd just freak, mom would most likely raise hell and create even more attention and drama. Let's just go home...I'm sure all Alfie wants is to lay down right?" Castiel asked softly. Samandriel felt himself nod, not even caring that his brother was talking for him. His bed right now sounded like heaven...and the warm press of his boyfriend's body would be the icing on that cake. The doctor came back in with a raised brow, asking if they needed to contact anyone. Samandriel answered this time and took his prescription for the pain killers and they were on their way. One stop to the nearest Walgreens and they were finally home. Samandriel sighed a little with relief when he didn't see the truck in the garage, he needed a nap before trying to explain everything to Benny.
"Are you hungry?" Castiel asked touching his shoulder gingerly as they carefully slipped out of the Impala. Samandriel chewed on his lip before shaking his head even though his stomach decided to grumble in protest. His brother only smiled, promising to make him something and bring it to his room. Samandriel shuffled towards his room, very much aware that Dean was watching him and he had a moment to wonder if Dean would be the one to actually tell Benny.
Samandriel let his stuff fall to the floor not even caring that it made a mess. His entire body was aching and he had to stifle a cry when he managed to get his shirt off. The bruises all over his torso were gross looking, the older ones a pale yellow while the new ones were bright against his pale skin. This had to end...he sighed heavily as his fingers brushed along his sides. Once he had his fill of staring at the ugly bruises, he slowly crawled into the bed and by passing his side to snuggle into Benny's pillow. His woodsy scent made him sigh, his body melting into the mattress until he fell into a deep sleep.
Benny stared down at his phone with a deep frown, his fingers itching to toss the thing away from him and into a wall. It was only three little words but they had sent a chill down his spine and made his stomach curl.
Come home asap.
It had come from Dean only a few minutes ago when he was already on his way. His mind couldn't help racing...things were good at the house but something was going on at school. The bruises that his boyfriend tried to hide always made him turn red in the face but he never tried to drag it out of him. Samandriel would come and talk to him when he was ready...or at least that's what he believed anyway.
Had he been stupid to not try and pry? Probably.
Benny chewed on his lip until he tasted blood, his fingers squeezing the phone a bit more only to toss it onto the seat next to him. He had a gut feeling when the phone went off, telling him he had a message. Now he was sitting on the side of the road mere minutes from the house seething. If something really had happened to Samandriel he had to calm down before getting home. Being angry when Samandriel needed him was just not a smart thing. He took in a few breaths and started up the truck once again, quickly maneuvering it along the streets until he was parked in his usual spot in the drive. When the garage door opened he wished he could say he was surprised to see Dean already waiting for him, an extra beer in his hand.
The anger he had carefully stowed away came barreling back and he barely restrained himself from crashing through the house demanding answers. Dean leveled him with a stare, silently handing him the beer. Green eyes looked down at the empty stool and then back up at him, the look clearly stating sit your ass down. Benny slumped down, fingers grazing over the cool glass but stayed silent.
"Before you go rip tearing through the house...you need to be careful with Alfie, we had to take him to the hospital..."
"What? Why the fuck didn't you call me?" Benny growled jumping to his feet. He was almost to the door when Dean grabbed his arm, swinging him back around.
"Because Alfie didn't want me too. I didn't agree with him, I wanted to call you and his parents but the twins were both against it...I think Alfie just didn't want you to see him like that. He's okay though...busted rib," Dean said quietly, his fingers quickly disappearing from his arm. Benny swallowed down the sudden bile and took in a few breaths. Samandriel was in the house with a busted rib...and he hadn't wanted Benny to come and take care of him? He ran a hand down his face, his eyes staring hard at the door.
"I don't understand...what happened?" Benny asked roughly. Dean let out a breath, setting his barely touched beer on one of the work benches.
"Cas told me he walked in on Malachi and his goons beating the shit out of him...he doesn't know why but I got it out of Sam finally that this shits been going on for a fucking week," Dean answered with a very low growl. Benny's head spun, his grip on the other work bench tightening until his knuckles turned white. Why was this even a secret? Benny heard enough, he handed Dean his unopened beer and stalked into the house. Castiel appeared from out of no where to stop him but Benny gave him a stern look.
"Benny wait..." But Benny just ignored him. He was tired and though it was selfish, was a bit hurt that his own boyfriend didn't trust him enough to let him know he was being bullied at school. As quietly as he could he slipped into their room, locking the door behind him to keep out their pesky little friends. Samandriel was passed out, hugging Benny's pillow tightly. The sight made him smile...the helpless feeling sliding away for a moment. He toed off his boots and peeled of his layers until he was just in his briefs and the hoodie that Samandriel loved to snuggle into. For a few minutes he just stared down at his boyfriend, watching him silently as he slept peacefully. There was a sheer protective need burning him up inside that made him want to pull back the covers and see the damage for himself. But he forced himself to wait, to allow Samandriel to show him. Instead, he slowly perched on the edge of the bed, smiling when Samandriel curled into him instinctively. His hand fumbled a little, clumsily seeking out Benny's hand.
"I'm here cher," Benny whispered gently taking his hand and weaving their fingers. Samandriel squeezed his hand and mumbled something, curling until his entire body was hugging around Benny. The fingers of his free hand reached out, carding slowly into Samandriel's hair, smiling at how long it was getting. He loved it though, loved having something to play with when his lover slept or even when they were just cuddling.
"B-Benny?" Samandriel mumbled, his eyes blinking awake. Benny smiled down at him as his thumb grazed over his cheek.
"Hey," he answered. Samandriel visibly swallowed and tried to move away but Benny held tighter onto his hand. It seemed to be the right thing to do, Samandriel's body moved closer, his head maneuvering into Benny's lap.
"Where does it hurt?" Benny asked quietly, watching as Samandriel carefully gestured to his side. Benny nodded with a grim press of his lips but continued to run his fingers through Samandriel's hair.
"I'm sorry..." Samandriel muttered a few minutes later. Benny tsked at him, his thumb tracing over his bit swollen lips.
"You have nothing to be sorry for cher...nothing. I just...well, I don't understand why you didn't tell me? Or call me today?" Benny asked. Samandriel made a pained noise and Benny scrambled to help him get comfortable again. They moved around on the bed until they were laying on their sides facing each other with barely a breath of space between them. Benny had their hands locked together and pressed against his chest.
"I didn't want you to worry and at first it was nothing. Just them picking on me and pushing me into lockers. I ignored it but...today..." Samandriel sighed heavily and when Benny looked down his eyes were squeezed shut. Benny leaned in and brushed his lips against Samandriel's forehead, keeping them there until the younger boy calmed down.
"Malachi is blaming me for his dad disappearing which I didn't even know about...and he's blaming me his mom wanting to move...something else I had no clue about. And I dont' know why I didn't call you, I knew you were at work and all I wanted was to come home and sleep," Samandriel answered. Benny sighed, carefully wrapping his arms around Samandriel's body to pull him in closer. He let out a small whimper but they managed to get comfortable again and Benny felt calmer having the warmth of his boyfriend pressed so close to him.
"You know I'm always here for you right? No matter what?"
"Of course, I love you Benny," Samandriel said with a contented sigh. Benny kissed his forehead again, whispering the words right back to him.