destiel abused

Destiel Abuse

Dean's pov

I have always been a troubled kid. My parents want me to be like my little brother. He is smart and stays out of trouble. They have made it clear many times that they look down on me that they are ashamed of me. I hate it. It hurts so bad.

I get in fights plenty of times in a month. I stand up for people that get bullied. But my parents just see that I beat people up. And my grades are bad. I am stupid I can't get good grades. They say they are disappointed in me because I can't get good grades. That hurt the most because I can't change it. I want to get good grades but I just can't.

One day I got in a horrible fight and I got expelled and my parents had enough of me and sent me away to some farm in the middle of no where. They help people that's like me. I just rolled my eyes. They dropped me off and I was left alone. They said it was gonna be for 2 months if I got better. If not longer. I hated it. I knew by the look of the farm that I was gonna get used.

I walked in they put me in to work as I came in. It was a boy here already. The guy that showed me or told me where to go with an angry voice gave me a rake. I sighed and started to work. I looked at the boy. He looked..sad like he was drained. I felt immediately worried and scared for what is happening here. He is clearly not okay. I went closer to him.

"hi, I am new whats your name?" I asked softly trying to make a conversation maybe I can make him feel better. He didn't answer.

"Mine is Dean" I said softly. He didn't say anything.

"work!" the guy said angry. The boy jumped scared. I looked at him concurned. They must have done stuff to him. Poor thing. I started to work.

"sorry didn't mean that. How old are you?" I asked softly working at the same time so the guy wouldn't get mad and scare the boy. I really want to know his name. He didn't say anything. The guy came back. I was working slowly bored and thought it was unfair.

"why are we doing this?" I asked the guy. He looked at me with a 'why are you talking to me' look. It was creepy to be honest. He went to me.

"because you are supposed to." The guy said with an emotionless look.

"its not fair you are using us" I said standing up. He laughed and I was punched hard in my face. I fell down.

"don't talk back." he said and kicked me in the stomach. I groaned in pain. He looked at the boy and he was looking down. He went away and the boy kept working. When he was gone. I got up.

"Dam what a dick" I said upset. The boy didn't say anything or look at me.

"H-Have he hit you?" I asked worried. The boy didn't answer. I sighed and kept working. After we were done we went to bed. It took the hold day. We were sleeping in the same room. It was small. I had my bed over his. I laid down. I had gotten a bruise from the hit to the stomach. It hurt at the spot but I tried to ignore it as I tried to fall asleep. I slowly did.

4 hours later

I was woken up by the sound crying and begging. I rubbed my eyes tired and confused. I listen more and understood where it was coming from. It was from the boy. He was having a nightmare. I got up and went down the latter to the floor. I sat down on the bed and tried to wake him up. He moved around scared in his sleep. I couldn't wake him up. I choose to try and comfort him a different way. I laid down and hugged him softly. He cried some more to he calmed down. I was shocked to be honest. I didn't think it would work. But it did. He must have calmed down by getting a hug and comforted.

He was sleeping peacefully. He hugged me back in his sleep. I tensed a little because I had never done this with a guy. I calmed down and relaxed and closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I slowly fell asleep. It was like we fit perfect together. We calmed each other down without knowing each other just by the feel. I slept peacefully.