Broken- Destiel Fanfic

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Dean drops cas off at his house and instant dread fills cas' stomach, his fathers car is parked outside. He creeps in, hoping, praying that his family has already gone to bed. He opens the door and of course he's not as lucky as he had wished, sat in the middle of the living room is castiel's father and he looks pissed as hell.

"Castiel" he grunts "father" cas responds shutting the front door and inching towards him. "Where on earth have you been?" He growls "I was at school late sir" he squeaks a response, his father sees straight through it "and then?" He growls "it was late, we.. I hadn't eaten so a friend bought me some food" cas practically whispers. "So when we were here wondering where on this earth you could be, going out of our minds with worry, you were out galavanting with some friends" he bellows. Cas flinches at the words, he doesn't respond, he knows his father nor lucifer would have been worried about his whereabouts, he was just looking for an excuse to get mad.. Not that he needs one.

His father gets to his feet and bounds over to him "answer me Castiel!" He yells "I'm sorry sir" he shuffles. It unleashes a beast in his father. A strong kick to his ribs, he's positive he's cracked one. The worst part is castiel's father is smart, he hits him in places where no one will see. That was until this day and his fists hit castiel's face at such a force it resplits his wounds from before and he'll have a bruise so deep seated on his jaw that he swears its on the bone, Cas is almost certain his father did it on purpose, this time leaving the bruises in plain sight to make Cas' life even more difficult.

His father eventually leaves, trailing off to his room, cursing and mumbling that Castiel should clean himself up and go to bed. Castiel does as he's told, heading to his bedroom, cleaning his wounds just like dean had done mere hours ago. These wounds are worse and he'll be damned if people aren't going to notice, he'll be damned if dean isn't going to notice.

Deans night isn't any better. When he gets home his father is passed out on the sofa. He takes the leftovers through to Sam and comes back to start cleaning up the glass bottles littered around his father, apparently not quiet enough. "Where have you been?" John snaps "a kid got beat up at school, I was helping him out" dean shrugs trying to ignore his fathers harsh glare "and you left Sam alone" he growls back. "Sammy was out with a friend until just before" dean lies seamlessly knowing that Sam will go along with what ever he says. "Don't talk back to me boy!" He yells picking up one of the glass bottles and throwing it at him. It hits the wall behind him and the glass cuts his face on the way down "you better get out of my face" he warns.

Dean knows he got off lightly, not wanting to piss John off anymore he heads to his room, leaving the mess where it was he can just clean it up tomorrow, John will probably be gone again in the morning anyways. "Are you alright?" Sam asks creeping into deans room "got off lightly" he laughs gesturing to the small cut just above his eyebrow "go to sleep kid, I'll see you in the morning" he adds looking at his distressed little brother "remember to clean that" Sam nods doing as his brother says. Dean cleans his cut before heading to bed, thoughts of Castiel again running through his mind, he hopes he's having a better night than he is.