Broken- Destiel Fanfic

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This is the day both the Winchester and Novak boy have been looking forward to the most. It's a day later than the beatings and Castiel managed to avoid dean all of yesterday, enough so that the swellings and bruisings on his face have managed to die down slightly, not a lot but enough that cas hopes dean won't bring it up. Not that it stopped Jo from bringing it up yesterday and then going crazy when Cas told her what happened, threatening Cas' father with all sorts. Today is the boys last day of working on there project, they have two hours of scheduled art lessons and then on top of that agreed to spend there free hour working on any finishing touches.

The first hour and abit goes down well, the boys are well on there way to being finished and are working mostly in quite. Deans noticed that's how it is a lot around cas, but it's not like at home where it's awkward or stuffy, it's more comfortable and soothing, not that dean would ever admit that out loud, he'd never be caught dead in a chick flick moment. Instead he often breaks the silence with small talk, something he usually wouldn't be fond of but in this case sees it as a way to learn new things about cas, even if it is just little snippets, he saves them all up, memorising each fact about Cas like his favourite colour, green, his favourite artist, Elvis, which dean could dig since he has a love for classical music himself. His favourite food, cheese burgers or PB&J sandwiches and his favourite insect, bees, all things dean had learned about Cas in there project time, all things he'll hold onto forever.

Dean had noticed from the second cas walked in the room that there was something off about him. The way he was carrying himself was wrong, he was clearly in pain and the bruises on his face are a lot worse than could have been made by that jackass azazel. Cas noticed deans war wound too, the slight bruise and cut above his eye, but hadn't remembered seeing it the last time he saw dean. Dean didn't think any one would notice with it being so small but of course cas did, cas has every detail of dean down to a t by now and would notice any change made to him.

"So Cassie" dean smirks deciding that the boys deserve a well earned break "please don't call me that" cas cringes setting down his paint brush and flexing his fingers, he too needing a break. "How'd you enjoy our date the other night?" Dean smirks, flirting shamelessly with the younger boy "our.. Our what?" Cas stutters his face going beetroot "don't you know if someone pays for you then it's a date? Thems the rules cas, I don't make them, just abide by them" he smirks "well in that case it was nice, I enjoyed it, I enjoy spending time with you dean" cas smiles completely knocking dean off his game, his mind sticking on the way his name falls from Cas' mouth, with such grace and elegance, treasuring every letter, always saying it with such emotion, as if it's the last time he's ever going to say his name.

The bell rings signaling the next period has started and dean notices cas flinch at the loud shrill sound that usually doesn't bother him. "Hey cas can I ask you something?" Dean asks his tone getting more serious, picked up on of course by cas "I guess" cas shifts nervously. "Your bruises, they couldn't have been from when that dick azazel attacked you and I pulled him off of you" dean swallows "did he come back when I wasn't there cause true to my word I will kill him" he adds "no.. It's.. it wasn't him" cas stutters fiddling with the tiny curl of hair behind his hair that in any other situation dean finds incredibly cute but this time makes Cas look small and afraid, broken, "then who? Cas if someone is hurting you.. You can tell me.. You can trust me" he whispers cupping his hand around cas'.

Cas looks deep into deans eyes, thinking, considering telling the boy he's growing fonder and fonder of all of his secrets, spilling his guts right here and now about his horrid family, his abusive father and brother and how he hates everything about them. But he doesn't. Instead he slides his hand from under deans, instantly averting his eyes back to the almost completed project in front of him "leave it dean" he finally whispers whispers "lets just finish this" he adds picking up his paintbrush and getting back to work. "Cas" dean tries, his voice full of begging, almost enough to make cas crumble, almost. "I said leave it" cas hisses sounding way more harsh than he meant to, it was either that or sound defeated, he doesn't want to look weak, not to dean.

Dean reluctantly picks up his paintbrush and gets back to work. He doesn't want to, he wants to find out who's been hurting him so that he can ask the dirtbag how he could hurt such a precious angel, how they can bare to see even so much as a scrape on his beautiful face. But he can't. Instead he's forced to sit in silence wondering why cas is protecting this person so much, but he already knows the answer.. Deep down, he knows the signs, he just doesn't want to admit it to himself.