I will always love you

i hate you

WARNING!!!

THERE IS A RAPE SCENE IN THIS CHAPTER. PLEASE DO NOT READ ON IF THAT IS TRIGGERING IN ANT WAY. I HATE THIS, BUT IT IS A BIG PART OF THE STORY AND MUST BE PUT IN, SO I HAD MY FRIEND WRITE IT FOR ME. PLEASE DO NOT READ ON IF TRIGGERING, I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO BE PUT IN DANGER FOR THE SAKE OF READING.

IF YOU DO READ ON, STOP AT ANYTIME.

PLEASE BE CAREFUL.

OKAY CONTINUE ON IF YOU WANT.

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Cas watched Dean and Ash sit back down on the blanket, facing each other. Ash started talking, his hands expressing each sentence.

"There Cassie." Castiel looked toward his older brother, who was sitting next to a very high young woman that looked like she wasn't even present. Cas felt pity for the girl, knowing that if she was that far in with Lucifer she was most likely never getting out unless she was dead.

"I took care of the guy." He smiled a toothy smile, the smile that he hated more than anything in the world. He loathed being near him, even seeing him after what he did to him, how fucked up he had made his childhood. Seeing that smile made his skin crawl, but he forced a small smile and nodded to him.

"Thank you." He nodded, then turned toward the unresponsive girl, kissing her neck and collarbone. Gabriel gripped his wrist tightly, knowing fully well that if he wasn't there to keep him calm he would have gone to prison for murder. Lucifer deserved death, the worst torture before he was graced the relief of death. He wanted to feel his heart stop beating, wanted to yank the sexual organ that he loved to force into people and feed it to him. His viens burned with hatred as he stalked away, Gabriel still holding his wrist.

They turned the corner to a secluded spot, and he turned to Gabriel, pressing his face into his chest. A shaky sob erupted from his throat, and his entire body shook with cries of anguish as he bawled into his  brothers shirt, the memories he had tried so hard to suppress coming back.

The door opened, not a sound coming around the room as someone eased their way into Castiels room. Whoever had come into his room cut off The light of the hallway by shutting the door. The sound of the lock being put into place filled Castiels head, fear  pulsing through his tiny body.

"Castiel?" A soft voice whispered, full of anger  and question. He jerked away from the voice of his older brother Lucifer, who was only thirteen at the time, castiel being eleven.

Lucifer said his name again, coming closer to the bed,  sending pulsing fear down his body. Castiel didn't know why he feared his brother, the way the prey fears the predator. Lucifer edged into the bed, shoving the cover over the side, revealing Castiels small body. Cas was only clad in underwear, his ribs poking through his skin and his hip bones strong and prominent. He was malnourished, almost always going to bed hungry from his father refusing to feed the runt.

Castiel closed his eyes as Lucifer pressed his fingers tighly into Castiels thigh, biting his tongue to hold back a cry. He knew what was happening, and had learned that if he tried to fight it would be just a lot more painful.  Lucifer kissed him, shoving his tongue forcfully into his mouth, and Castiel resisted the urge to bite his tongue off.  Lucifer cupped the slight bulge that had begun to show, something that made Castiel sick to his stomach but his body reacted differently. Lucifer dug his nails into his thigh, making him whimper.

Lucifer shushed him, biting down hard enough to draw blood on his collarbone. Castiel whimpered, pressing his eyes closed as Lucifer shushed him once again.

"You know the rules of the game Cas. Not a word to anyone else." Lucifer leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

He dug his nails into his thighs.  Micheal had moved out with Gabriel a long time ago, before his father had forced them back with the police, and he was always gone, leaving Lucifer and Castiel alone for hours on end. So even though this had been going on since he was nine, he had no one to  tell. To help him.

Before, their uncle had babysat them. Castiel wanted to tell him about the visits, until he found out he had touched Lucifer the same way Lucifer touched Castiel. Even though what Lucifer did was wrong, it was done to him much worse, and Castiel was scared that telling him would make it to where he would have his uncle just hurt him too. So he kept his mouth shut, letting it happen.
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"I fucking hate him." Gabriel smoothed down his hair, shushing him. A barely hidden veil of anger was lacing his words. Gabriel was the only one that knew of Lucifer's horrible nightly visits, and he helped him through the nightmares, the fear of being touched or even looked at. He held him as he got over the trauma of those years, and finally he listened to him as he told him of the first time he let someone touch him. Gabriel had always been there for him, so had Micheal of course, but Gabriel had been there through almost everything. Gabriel helped him become an actual person instead of just a husk, and he also helped him become almost fearless.

Almost.