The Trickster | Sabriel Highschool AU

If Looks Could Kill....

Sam tapped his pencil rhythmically on his desk, sighing and glancing at his phone that laid beside his phone, the screen black from inactivity. It had been three days already since Gabriel left without a word, and there was still no word from him. He felt lonely, and he was beginning to realize that Gabriel had quickly become a necessity in his life.

It was a shout that brought him out of his daydream and he winced as the sound of shattering glass followed. He stood, rushing out of his room and down the hallway, frowning as he didn't find John or Dean in the living room or kitchen. He was walking back through the hall, checking each room when he heard another crash just outside the bathroom.

Opening the door, he found Dean leaning on the sink, his head hidden in his arms. Sam frowned, slowly reaching out and touching Dean's shoulder, his heart twisting when Dean flinched as if expecting pain. He heard the sound of the Impala starting up and growled softly under his breath.

"Dean, what happened?" Sam asked, keeping his voice low. Dean shifted slightly, relaxing just the smallest bit as he realized that it wasn't their father. His older brother slowly lifted his head, pain in his eyes as blood made his way down his face.

"Dad was drunk. It's my fault." Dean replied, his voice shaking unlike anything Sam had seen. He sighed and reached over, grabbing a wash rag and slowly wiped Dean's face, frowning at the cut above his eye that all the blood was coming from.

"What did he do to you?" Sam asked with a soft sigh. He hated how Dean always blamed himself for everything that happened with John; he just wished he knew how make Dean see that their father was at fault. 

"He hit me in the head with a bottle." Dean replied softly, leaning on the sink and clenching the edge until his knuckles turned white. That's when Sam noticed his bloodied hand and glanced over at the mirror, seeing shattered fragments of the mirror.

"Dean, sit down so I can get you cleaned up." Sam said, his eyebrows furrowing with worry. It had been getting worse between John and Dean lately, and the younger brother was beginning to fear what might happen to Dean if this continued.

Dean, thankfully, didn't seem to be in any arguing mood and complied, sitting down and resting his head on the wall behind him as Sam wet the rag and returned to his face, slowly wiping the blood away. He was silent for a moment before he sighed, staring at his brother sadly.

"We need to get help and tell someone what he's doing to you." Sam said, though he probably should have known not to say anything. Dean would never turn his father in. He loved John too much for some reason.

"Okay." Dean replied, and Sam had to freeze, letting his mind comprehend what he just heard to make sure it wasn't just making it up. Did Dean just agree to....?

"You're agreeing with me?" Sam questioned, unable to help but sound a little suspicious. This didn't sound like Dean at all, and that terrified him more than anybody would ever know. "Dean, I've seen you get beat to an inch of your life and you wouldn't raise a finger against him. What's changed all this?"

"That's just it, Sam. I take all these beatings without a question or raising a finger against him. He could kill me, and I'd never even fight back." Dean said, a sadness in his eyes unlike Sam ever seen before. "But, what would he do to you if I was dead? What torture would you have to go through because of it? Sammy, I can't let you stay with a monster."