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Castiel walked inside the convenience store. He had been on his way home, but half way there he realized that he had no food. So, he decided to stop and get some.
He had a basket and walked through the snacks, grabbing some Doritos and across from the snacks there were canned stuff. He grabbed a couple cans of chicken and dumplings.
Suddenly the song "Pieces" by Red started going off. Castiel reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. It read "Brooke".
Castiel flipped it open. "Brooke, can I call you back?"
Castiel frowned, it sounded like she was crying. "Are you crying?"
"No," Brooke sobbed.
Castiel sighed, it always tore him apart whenever his sister cried. She had too much light inside of her and he always hated to hear her in pain. "You are crying. Baby, what's wrong?"
"You're busy." Brooke sniffled, getting her sobs under control. "You can just call me back later."
"Tell me now," Castiel said firmly.
"It's a really long story," Brooke sighed. "Just call me back later, and I'll tell you all about it, okay? It's been an awful day. I'm just used to crying to you."
Castiel didn't really buy that. "Are you sure? I'm in the middle of shopping but nothing's more important than you."
Brooke smiled, as bad as her life sucked right now, she was grateful that she had him. "Yeah, I'm sure. Just call me back as soon as you can, okay?"
"You got it," Castiel said softly and than flipped his phone shut.
Castiel had a bad feeling whatever was wrong with Brooke had something to do with their parents. They were always making her cry.
"Hey, Mr Davis."
Castiel turned and was surprised to see Dean. "Hello, Dean. What are you doing all the way out here?"
"Picking up some stuff for...Hank." Dean replied. He refused to ever call that man his father. Cause he wasn't.
Castiel looked at him in confusion.
"I don't consider Hank to really be my father, so we're on a first name basis." Dean explained.
"Oh," Castiel looked at him with empathy. "I uh..I know what that's like."
Dean snorted. "I doubt that."
"Not exactly public knowledge, but the whole reason I'm here in Seattle is because my parents couldn't accept me for who I am." Castiel admitted, surprising himself. "I know what it's like to have parent issues."
Dean looked surprised. "Oh. I had no idea. I uh...I'm sorry."
Castiel gave a small nod. "It's okay. I'm dealing with it. They are who they are. They're never gonna change and neither am I. It's my sister I'm worried about."
"Is uh...is that who you were talking to just now?" Dean asked and at Castiel's raised eyebrow, Dean added defensively. "I wasn't eavesdropping or anything. I just happened to be walking and heard you."
"Yeah, my sister...Brooke. She's the best person I've ever known. She's the most important thing in the world to me and my...our parents just continue to treat her like she's nothing. Like she's not good enough, like nothing she ever does is good enough," Castiel went on bitterly. For some reason he couldn't explain, he felt really comfortable around Dean.
"No offense, but your parents sound like jackasses." Dean said bluntly.
Castiel gave a short laugh at that. "That's one word you could use to describe them. After the way they treated me and how they treat her...I should hate them. I should cut them out like they have me...but...."
"You can't," Dean supplied in understanding. "cause at the end of the day they're still your parents. They gave you life and you feel like you owe them."
Castiel seemed stunned that Dean understood so well. "Exactly. Is that how you feel about Hank, then?"
Dean snorted. "There are no words to describe how I feel about Hank." He answered truthfully.
"Is uh...it's none of my business of course," Castiel began hesitantly. "but is what James..."
"It's not true!" Dean interrupted him gruffly. No matter how comfortable he might feel with this guy, there was no way in hell he was ever talking about that. "Hank and I...we got our issues. But that....it ain't true."
"If it were,"
"It's not!" Dean snapped. "Geez, back off."
Castiel knew when to quit. If he wanted to befriend this kid and help him, forcing answers out of him was not going to do any good. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
Dean looked him in the eyes and saw that the apology was genuine. He sighed. "It's fine. I'm sorry. It's been a really bad day, I'm just a little touchy. I should get home, Hank tends to get a little pissed when I'm late."
"Do you need a ride home?" Castiel offered.
"No," Dean said quickly. He had been so caught up in talking to Mr Davis, that he'd completely forgotten the reason he was even this store to begin with. He had to get beer for Hank and he needed him to leave so he could do it. "I mean, thanks but no. I'm good."
Castiel wasn't quite convinced though. "So, you drove here?"
"I took the bus," Dean replied.
"Well, I could just give you a lift back and you could save the money," Castiel offered again. "I really don't mind."
"Well, I mind!" Dean snapped. He needed Mr Davis to go so he could get the beer and get it to Hank. If he went home without the beer, God only knew what would happen to him.
"Dean, what's going on here?" Castiel asked confused. "Why are you so adamant about not accepting a ride from me?"
"Hank wouldn't like it," That wasn't a lie either. Hank wouldn't like it and it would get him and possibly Mr Davis in a shit load of trouble. "he'd think that something was going on with us."
Castiel frowned. "Dean, I am your teacher. The most that I could ever be to you is your friend. Anything else would be unethical not to mention completely wrong."
Dean shrugged. "I know that. You know that. Hank on the other hand…well, he's not the brightest crayon in the box."
"I want to be your friend, Dean." Castiel replied after a few seconds. "I most certainly do not want to cause you any problems at home. If you're sure about the ride?"
Dean nodded, a slight pang in his chest at lying to him. "I'm sure, but thank you Mr Davis."
"Castiel," Castiel replied softly. "Mr Davis is for my students, not my friends. At least, when we're not in class."
A small smile gave way on Dean's face. "Castiel."
Castiel just gave him a warm smile before walking away.
Dean watched Castiel pay for his stuff and than take off out the door.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed a case of beer and two party bags of chips as he knew Hank always snacked while he drank.
Dean walked up to the counter to pay.
The girl upfront looked him over and raised her eyebrow.
"What?" Dean asked defensively. "You got a problem or something?"
The girl just shook her head. This kid was clearly not twenty one, but that was none of her business. She did need an ID though. "Can I see your ID, please?"
Dean rolled his eyes, before pulling it out, to give to her.
She looked it over, before handing it back to him. "That'll be fifteen fifty,"
Dean handed her the cash in even.
The girl handed him his stuff in a big paper bag. "Have a nice day,"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, you too."
Dean walked out the door, the bag in one of his arms.
Dean about dropped his bag at the voice. He was completely startled. "Cas," He breathed in relief. He probably shouldn't have been so relieved to know his teacher was waiting outside for him and obviously saw him buy beer, but it was way better than the alternative of one of pricks from school waiting to beat his ass.
"You realize, what you just did is illegal, right?"
Dean sighed. "Look, I don't need a lecture, alright? That's what I have parents for."
"But you don't," Castiel replied sadly. "you don't really have parents, do you? You all but said so yourself."
"Cas," Dean warned sharply. "just because we're friends now doesn't mean you get to judge me. You don't have an all access pass."
"Never said I did," Castiel returned. "and I'm not judging you."
"Oh, no?" Dean retorted.
"No," Castiel replied. "I'm not judging you. This is just me showing concern for my new friend. That's all."
"Well, that case," Dean replied. "you're right. It is illegal, but so is my right to breathe apparently."
"Dean," Castiel said softly. "I don't know what's going on at home. I really have no idea, because you don't talk about it."
"And I'm not going to," Dean replied firmly.
Castiel nodded. "Okay, then. I'm just…if…if something ever gets too bad or you just need somewhere to go…" A huge part of Castiel knew that he shouldn't even be saying any of this, but the bigger part of him that was starting to deeply care for Dean needed to say it. "If you need to go somewhere that's safe, you're always welcome at my house. I live on the corner of third street, it's the big brick house a few blocks away from school. I promise if…if something really bad happens and you need somewhere safe to be, you'd be safe there. In my house."
Dean looked at Castiel in shock. That was the last thing he was expecting. He looked at him with a mixture of gratitude and surprise. "Are you supposed to help students like that?"
"No," Castiel shook his head. "I'm absolutely not supposed to make offers like that to my students."
"So, why are you offering it to me?" Dean asked. "Because you feel sorry for me? You have some kind of hero complex or something?"
"Neither," Castiel firmly assured him. "I'm doing it because you're my friend and because I care about you. I care about what happens to you."
"I…I need to get home," Dean finally responded after a few minutes.
With that, Dean took off leaving Castiel to stare after him in deep concern.
Castiel stood there for a few minutes before shaking his head, and getting into his car, finally ready to go home.
Dean walked up the driveway of his beat-up old house. He opened the door and walked inside. He instantly felt tension enter his body as he shut the door.
Dean inwardly grimaced as he heard Hank slur his name.
Great, Dean thought sarcastically. He's already drinking.
Hank came stumbling out. "Where the fuck you been, boy?"
"The store," Dean answered. "I was getting your beer."
"What took you so fucking long?!" Hank yelled. "You were supposed to be back an hour ago!"
"There…there was a line, sir." Dean mumbled.
"Let me see it!" Hank snapped drunkenly.
Dean handed the case over to Hank.
Hank gave it one look before tossing it across the room, beer cans flying everywhere.
Dean instantly felt the fear rise up in him. "Wh…what's wrong? Wh…what did I do?"
"What did I do?" Hank cruelly mimicked him before slapping him across the face. "Don't act stupid, boy! You know exactly what the fuck you did! You got bud light, when you know damn well that I like Corona!"
Dean's brow furrowed. "You never said--"
"First, you bring home the wrong fucking beer now you try to insult me by calling me a liar?!" Hank roared. "I think I oughta teach you another lesson!"
Dean instantly wanted to leave. He wanted to just turn around and run out the front door as Castiel's offer about a safe place ran through his mind. He couldn't though. He was completely frozen in spot.
Hank grabbed Dean by the neck and roughly but forcefully placed his lips on his.
Dean instantly recoiled as he fought, pushing at Hank's chest.
"No," Dean rasped out, the word coming out as more of a plea and not nearly as strong as he'd wanted it to sound.
"And just who the fuck do you think you are, to tell me no?!" Hank retorted. "You're mine, you belong to me Dean. Nobody else sure the fuck wants you and they never will!"
Hank shoved Dean against the wall, pinning him in place as he undid his belt buckle, yanking his boxers down.
"No!" Dean cried. "Please!"
Hank ignored him as he undid his own, roughly forcing Dean to turn around as he thrusted himself inside Dean hard.
Dean whimpered, the tears falling down his face as in this very moment he just wished that Hank would kill him.
"I will make you submit to me!" Hank hollered at him, as he continued to thrust in and out of him violently. "One way or the other,"
Castiel had all of his groceries put away, when his phone began ringing. "Pieces" By Red going off again.
Castiel grabbed it, as it read Brooke just like he figured it would. He flipped it open. "Hey, sis. Sorry, it's take me so long---"
"I can't take it anymore," Brooke cried out, interrupting him.
Castiel sighed. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Our Nazi's for parents is what's wrong, Cas!" Brooke yelled. "I've had it up to here with them trying to force me into being something that I'm not."
"What are they doing?" Castiel asked her gently.
"They want to send me to boarding school!" Brooke exploded.
"What?!" Castiel asked in shock.
"They think that I'm not making the proper friends, so they wanna send me to some fucking proper boarding school!" Brooke yelled. "I don't want to leave, Tree Hill! This is my home, all my friends are here. How can they do this to me?!"
Castiel breathed deeply. "Brooke, I'm so sorry."
"They can't make me go, right?" Brooke tearfully asked.
Castiel sighed regretfully. "Baby, you're only sixteen. They are your parents…they can very well make you go wherever they want you to go."
"Damn it!" Brooke moaned. "Can't…can't I just come stay with you?"
Castiel laughed bitterly. "They are not gonna let you stay with me. I'm an abomination who's going to hell, remember?"
"UGH!" Brooke yelled. "Damn them! Damn them for taking you away from me and damn them for the right to uproot me! You know what? I'm not gonna let them!"
Castiel's brow furrowed in concern. "I don't think you have much choice in the matter. Unless…oh, Brooke. Please, tell me you're not planning on running away?"
"The less you know the better," Brooke responded.
Castiel sighed, knowing that there wasn't much he could do from Seattle and seeing as he was exiled… "Brooke, whatever you go, please just be careful. You're the only family I got."
"Hey," Brooke tried to reassure him. "Brooke Davis always lands on her feet."
Castiel just chuckled. "I have no doubt about that."
"So, enough of my drama," Brooke said, changing the subject. "what's going on with you? How's your job?"
"Frustrating as hell," Castiel replied.
"Uh-oh," Brooke said. "that does not sound good. What's going on?"
"This morning, there was this kid James who was harassing a student of mine. He was just being beyond cruel." Castiel felt the anger enter him as he remembered it. "He hit him, Brooke. Dean…the student….he won't admit it, but I know that he did."
"That's awful, Cas but that is what guys do to each other sometimes," Brooke replied softly.
"It's not just that," Castiel replied. "In class today, he made the claim that Dean was being molested by his own father."
Brooke gasped. "Wow, That is one sick allegation."
"It wasn't an allegation, it was more of a taunt." Castiel replied. "James was taunting Dean. He called him…he called him Wincest. He was just so cruel."
"The kid definetly sounds like a bastard," Brooke replied in disgust. "What did you do with him?"
"I wanted to physically hurt him," Castiel admitted. "I can't stand bullies like that. I never have. I all but dragged him down to the principles office but now before I made him apologize to Dean. I can't remember the last time I was that angry."
Brooke frowned. "It's not like you to let your emotions get the better of you like that."
Castiel sighed. "I know, I know. When I got back, Dean was gone. I was…I was concerned so I walked out to look for him."
"Wait," Brooke interrupted him in shock. "you left your class unattended to go search for some kid you don't even know?"
"You didn't see the look in his eyes, Brooke." Castiel sighed. "I needed to make sure he was okay. He's my student and I care about all of my students."
"So, you could've made sure he was okay by pulling him aside tomorrow, Cas!" Brooke stated. "What is going on here?"
"Nothing," Castiel snapped defensively. "I just care about my students, you know that."
Brooke didn't quite believe him, but decided to let it go at that. "Okay, so what happened next?"
"I found him and I reached out to him. I told him that if he ever needed someone to talk to that he could talk to me. That I wanted to be his friend." Castiel said.
That sounded innocent enough. "Okay, it sounds like he does need a friend." Brooke said.
"He does and I ran into him at the store after I talked to you." Castiel continued. "I got to know him a little bit. His dad…Hank. He doesn't even call him his dad. I think that something might be going on."
"What? Like, you think that James was telling the truth? You think that he's being molested?" Brooke asked.
"I'm not sure." Castiel replied. "I think that there's definetly something going on. Something not good. It's my job as his teacher to make sure he's okay, right?"
"What are you asking me here, Cas?" Brooke asked. "It sounds like you care about him."
"I do," Castiel replied. "I do care about him. He acts tough, but inside I think he's just scared." Castiel decided to not tell Brooke about the house invitation that he'd made. He knew there was no way as great as Brooke was that she'd understand that.
"You're not," Brooke paused. "you're not developing actual feelings for him, right? I mean, feelings that go beyond teacher/friendship thing?"
"No," Castiel lied. "of course not. I'm his teacher and all I can ever be to him is his friend. I would never cross that line, Brooke."
Brooke felt relief enter her. "Okay, good. Glad to hear it. I know you're not that guy. You're not a scumbag like Nick. You'd never do something like that."
Castiel felt something twist in him at that. "No, of course not. This kid doesn't have anybody on his side and I feel like it's my duty to be that somebody. Besides, I care about him. He's a good kid."
"I'm proud of you, Cas." Brooke replied with a smile. "Kids need friends like you in their lives."
"Thanks, Brooke." Castiel said softly.
There was a knock on his door.
"There's someone at the door," Castiel told her. "Can I call you back later?"
"Oh, sure." Brooke replied. "I'm good now. I have a plan of action. You can call me tomorrow. I think I'm gonna turn in early."
"Okay," Castiel replied. "I love you, Brooke."
Brooke smiled. "I love you too, Cas."
Castiel hung up and went over to his door. He flung it open and felt his heart drop at what he saw.
There standing (well barely standing) right in front of him was a beat up, broken Dean Winchester.
"Dean," Castiel gasped.
"Castiel," Dean choked back a sob. "is that offer for a safe place still open?"