The Night We Met

Chapter 11: Daddy Issues (2)

"Sam I can't tell you that."

When Sam had called Cas over to his room the boy wanted to know what he had Dean had been speaking about and whether it pertained to his father. Castiel was very against telling him, as not to break Dean's confidence.

Sam huffed, frustrated. "Oh c'mon Cas!- I overheard them last night when I was going to get a glass of water. Dad came back and said something about being sober and Dean got pissed."

"You shouldn't listen in on their conversations Sam."

"Dean treats me like I'm five- he doesn't think I can handle it, but I can."

"Sam I-"

"Dad stop!"

They both frowned, why was Dean yelling? Sam immediately went for the door to listen to what they were saying and Cas tried to stop him. "Sam wait-"

But Sam ran crazy fast and was already crouched by the staircase when Cas got to him.

"Dean you have to, if you don't it will just keep eating away at you."

"Well your about eight years too late for this therapy session." Dean spat. "Nothing he did is the reason I am who I am.. well when it comes to who I love at least."

Dean figured he could let out some of the pain. "As much as you wanted to ignore it he hurt me.. he did things to me.. in the same bed I've had to sleep in every night for the past eight years."

Sam and Cas shared a look of horror on their faces, Castiel tried to stop Sam but he was already moving downwards.

"I thought it was my fault, I thought I was untouchable after what he did- I hated myself.", "It's the only way a kid can grow up when you're forced to forget you were molested."

"Dean?"

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Everything that followed happened so fast, "Cas? What are you still doing here?"

Castiel swallowed but his throat was dry, he could barely form a coherent thought, "S-Sam needed me-"

"Dean? Is it true?"

Fuck Dean was gonna puke, Cas wasn't supposed to be here and he could barely look his brother in the eye.

Before anyone could even speak Dean went for the door running out before he could feel even worse grabbing the keys to the Impala as he did.

Castiel pushed past Sam to get to him but Dean was already driving away and he froze as his phone began to ring. Huffing he begrudgingly answered it.

"Castiel? Where are you we are leaving in twenty minutes!"

Shit, breakfast with his Hannah's parents! He looked at the empty road in the direction Dean had gone off in and groaned, he couldn't cancel on breakfast.

But Dean.. Dean needed him- oh god.

Back inside the house Sam was in tears, he was angry and rightfully so "What did you do?!" He yelled at his father, John stood up, carefully approaching Sam. "Look Sammy-"

"You let him get hurt!- this is all your fault! All of it!"

"I'm not denying that Sammy but-"

"He's my big brother, he gave up everything for me and I didn't know.. how could I have just.." The anger was gone, replaced now by guilt and a utter sadness. He sobbed, almost falling to the floor before John caught him.