Mine (Destiel)

ACDC, Deep Conversations and Brewing Trouble

We stayed up all night talking. Dean told me about his father, and how he was a deadbeat drunk. Dean told me stories that made me cringe. There was only one thing he kept quiet about and that was his mother.

He said he didn't like to talk about her and her death. It was just too hard for him and I respected that. We fell asleep about an hour before we had to wake up for school.

"Get dressed." I yelled for the third time that morning. Our precious time was ticking away and he still had to pick up Sam.

Finally he dragged himself out of bed and we left. The impala's engine purred as he drove down the road, past the speedlimit. 

I rolled down my window and stuck my hand out, feeling the cold air run down my arm, sending goosebumps down my body.

Dean turned the ACDC up. "I'm on a highway to hell!" The music blared throughout the car. I turned the music down enough so I wouldn't have to speak over it.

"Dean?" I asked. He looked over at me for a brief moment and I continued. "Do you really think there is a hell and if there is, are we going to it?"

He sighed. "I don't know Cas. If there is, it's stupid to think that we would be going. I've done some shitty stuff, but I don't think it's enough to earn me an eternity of pain."

I thought about that for a bit. "Yeah, but since we're gay do you think-" He cut me off.

"I think that's shit Cas. Just because I love you, that doesn't mean I'm burning for it. Get that idea out of your pretty head. It's stupid and not true." He answered.

Dean turned the music back up. "Now no more chick flick moments. Shut up and sing it!" He hollered. I moved my mouth to the words at first, but when Dean got into the song, so did I.

"Hey Mama! Look at me! I'm on my way to the promise land. I'm on a highway to hell, highway to hell."

School droned on like usual. I sat with Dean and Charlie at lunch. Recently Sam hadn't been sitting with us. In fact, he just kind of disapeared at lunch time. I knew it made Dean uneasy.

"So, do you boys want to go on a double date with me and Bethany soon?" Charlie asked, making conversation. Those two must really like each other. They've been together for a while now.

Dean drew his attention back to the conversation. "I think somethings wrong with Sam. He's been disapearing a lot now and he hasn't been acting like himself lately." I rubbed Dean's shoulder, trying to offer some amount of comfort.

"Have you talked with him about it?" Charlie asked. Dean shook his head. 

The bell rang and I got up to go to my next class. "We will figure it out after school, ok baby?" I said, and Dean smiled at me.

I took my seat at class. I didn't have this class, history, with Dean. I took out my textbook and pencil and began to doodle on my page. 

Someone walked up beside me and slammed my book shut. "Well if it isn't the fag, Castiel Novak." Dick Roman said with hatred in his eyes.

I knew this meant trouble. "fuck off Dick." He chuckled, flashing an evil grin at me. I tried not to show how scared I was.

"What's the matter Cassie boy?" He teased. "Don't have Dean here to protect you now, do you?" I tried to ignore him but that just made him more mad. 

He grabbed my hair, yanking me up to look at him. Pain erupted through my head, as I tried not to yelp. "Don't ever ignore me. I'm going to take care of you, queer, I'm going to make you suffer."

The teacher walked in and he released his grasp, making my head slam onto my desk, more pain shooting through my body. "Just you wait." He mumbled before going to his seat.

A/N Hey guys, I hope you liked this chapter. I'm having fun updating more often, trying to write before I get more writer's block. Please give me feedback. I love hearing what you guys have to say and I always try to reply back to your comments.

Also, I don't know if you pray, (I sure as hell don't,) but if you do, could you say a little prayer for me? I'm having a shitty week so far. I'm super depressed and my parent's are annoyed and worried.

Thanks.