5D808E - Destiel

Chapter 7 (?)

This couldn't be happening. Could not be true. He was praying to whomever was up there that this was just a joke. A prank! 

John couldn't be coming. It's been years. Dean couldn't even see his father with him in this city. That's not really saying much. He couldn't really see the next day. But that's not the point.

His abusive alcoholic father was coming. After literally throwing Dean out of the house, John decided to finally pay him a visit.

Dean shakily put the phone back on the receiver, his whole body quaking. He couldn't handle this. 

He was scared. Terrified. 

He was cast from that house broken and bleeding. He fidgeted with his still broken finger, rotating the detached fragments, barely reacting to the pain. He replayed the scene over and over again. 

But like the good son he is, said nothing. Silence from him. He was to obey. Allow this man who scarred him into his home.

He decided to tell Sam. The one person who might understand. 

He retrieved the phone again and dialled his little brother's number. 

It rang. And rang. And rang. "Sam can't come to the phone right now cuz he's waxing... everything, ple- Dean what're you doing with my phone? (beeeeep)"

"Hey, Sammy. It's... Dean. Dad's coming out to the city. To visit me. I don't know if I can do this alone. Call me when you get this. Please."

He sank to the floor, the phone still clutched in his hand. His breathing was coming out uneven and shaky. He couldn't do it. He couldn't be in the same room with John. 

His father was bound to scream. Shout. He might go as far to lay a hand on Dean. 

Dean knew he couldn't fight back against that. He never could. "Take it like a man!" John would shout, backhanding his son, "Only babies cry!"

Dean brought his hands shakily to his face, covering his eyes as tears welled up. He was hyperventilating now. 

Another blow, "Stand up, you little bitch!" 

A tear fell.

"Take it or Sam will!"

Another tear. And another. And another until they were flowing down his cheeks. He continued to gasp for air. 

He had to breathe. He focused on the floor and inhaled slowly. "In for three". He held it. Exhaled. "Out for four".

His breathing slowly evened out, leaving only his heart racing. 

He could do it. He had to.

He hadn't had a panic attack in months. He thanked a deity that he remembered how to control it.

But now he had to clean. Castiel was coming over. He focused on that thought.

The phone rang. It was around 2 in the morning. He scrambled around on the night stand for it, bringing it to his ear. His voice was laced with sleep, "Hello?"

"Dean? It's Sam."

Dean sat up in the dark, rubbing at his eyes, "Hey, Sammy."

"I got your message. Man, I'm so sorry. I know what he did to you. I can only imagine how you're feeling."

He yawned, "I had a small panic attack but I'm coming to terms."

"Do you need me to come down?"

He was going to answer before a gravelly voice spoke from his waist, "Dean? What's going on?"

Right. Cas. He leaned down to press a small kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, "Nothing, baby, go back to sleep."

Sam cleared his throat from the other end, "Who was that?"

"Cas. He's staying over tonight."

"Oh shit, man, I forgot it's super late in your time zone. I'll call you later."

"Sa-" Click.

Dean sighed and placed the phone back on the nightstand, sinking back down into the covers. Castiel pressed his lips to Dean's forehead before gently wrapping his arms around him again. 

"Sorry for waking you, angel."

"It's okay, Dean. Just go back to sleep."

He nodded before curling into Cas's arms and closing his eyes.

A/N yes bitches I'm back. I didn't get motivation unfortunately but ive been on a 12 hour trip so I've had nothing better to do than read and write so here's a new chapter. 8 is in progress.