The rest of the afternoon is spent on Dean's bed, surrounded by a now warm ice pack, loads of books and papers.

"So, now we practice the verbs. Can you say "i go" ?" Dean asks patiently while playing with a loose thread from Cas' shirt.

"Uuh… "io va"?"

"Nope. It's "io vado". See you gotta learn those exceptions by heart, I know it sucks but you'll get it with practice." Dean moves around some pages until he finally settles on the one with the right information. "See, here's a chart of all the different persons."

"Oh."

"What?" Dean asks as Castiel stays silent.

The younger boy turns away. Dean stops him and holds his chin, until Cas looks Dean in the eyes.

"I don't understand that person thing… like what does it mean?" desperation and frustration clear in his voice. Castiel looks back down at his hands and crossed knees.

"I'll explain it to you, that's why I am here." His voice is soft and calm, and as Castiel still keeps his eyes cast downwards Dean moves closer to give him a peck on his cheeks and takes his hand in his.

"Listen..."

The hour in which Dean explains stuff to Castiel is over quite soon, nontheless is Castiel happy that his brain can finally get some rest again. The boys are cleaning up the mess and chaos they made on Dean's bed, as a tall boy with fluffy hair comes running into the room. He stops immediately as he sees that his older brother isn't alone. "Goddamnit, Sammy. I told you a hundred times to knock on my door before entering." Dean sighs.

"And I told you a hundred times that my name is Sam. Sammy is a chubby 13 year old." Sam recites.

"Hey, Sam." Castiel greets, smiling at the younger brother.

"Jesus, what happened to your face?" Sam exclaims, shock obvious on his face. His eyes widened and worried.

"Sam!" Dean scolds.

"An idiot from our school came up behind me and punched me against the locker. Nothing too bad."

"You serious?" Dean and Sam exclaim at the same time, looking at Castiel in disbelieve.

"Wait!" Dean stops. "This has happpened to you before?" Dean's voice gets silent.

Castiel looks away from the boys and whispers, "Yeah..."

"Fuck." Dean swears. "Sammy? Can you leave us alone for a bit?"

"Yeah, sure." Sam answers slowly and exits the room quietly.

Dean moves closer to Castiel on the bed. "What has he done to you?"

Castiel just shakes his head, he doesn't want to talk about it, not now.

"Alright." Dean reassures him, "Com'here."

Castiel inches closer and lets himself being held for a second time this day.

A silent knock comes from the door followed my Sam's voice:" I made toast for you. Want some?"

"Sounds great." Castiel answers through the door and gets up together with Dean from the bed.

The three boys eat supper together, as Dean's parents are gone on wellness trip.

After supper Castiel tells Dean that he has to get home and Dean offers him a ride.

Dean gets a soft goodnight kiss in the Impala and heads back home.

He feels light and happy, but like a summer day, it ends with a dark and loud storm. He can't stop thinking about the fact that Castiel gets beat up regularly. He needs to do something to stop this.