Flaws

He Needs Medicine

A/N- Yo! So I kinda wanna change something. I want Gabe and Balthazar to be twins. It seems easier. Balthazar is 16 years old and Anna is 14 (freshman). Okay? Okay. Stop Juleah. Anyways. Sorry for the confusion. *Titus Andromedon voice from the Unbreakable Kimmy Shmit* bye Felicia. A

Dean's POV

I woke up the Friday of the following week. "Whoop whoop! I get to go on a not date with my Cassie tonight." I cheered to myself.

I got up and took a got dressed. I wore a black, oversized sweater that read 'Tool', (A/N y'all should look dem up. They're cool. I might use a song.) sorta skinny jeans with a bit of holes in them, and Galaxy socks. I didn't want to wear shoes today. Welp. Time for school. I brushed my teeth, but neglected breakfast and doing my hair.

"What the hell are you wearing. Jesus is gonna whoop your ass because that is SUCH a sin." Sam walked down stairs.

"Morning Sammy. Sounding gayer than usual." I greeted him.

He bitchfaced. "I'm pansexual, fuckboy. So bite me.

"Let your boy toy to that bitch." I walked out the door.

"Jerk." I heard a small mumble.

"Besides. Who are you to talk. I mean what is 'Santigold'? Who even got you that shirt?" I asked him once he slipped into my baby.

"Santigold is a band you dipshit. And Gabe got it for me." He crossed his arms and put his nose in the air like a snooty little twat.

He wore a jean jacket with a bunch of random ass pins on it like one saying 'Grimes' or one a picture of an ocean. Such a hipster with his floral Docs. So gay, too. I mean I was hella, too. But I didn't look like it.

Cas' POV

I woke up at about 7:45am. Fuck. School started in 15 minutes.
"Cassie! Hurry up!" Gabe called from downstairs. I quickly threw on a random sweatshirt, jeans, and socks. No time for shoes. I grabbed my toothbrush and when downstairs. I wet my toothbrush then hopped in the car.

"Oh my." Gabe was putting up his fingers in a cross. "Lord Jesus, help this poor man." Balthazar appeared from the back.

"Even I can't help that." He snickered.

"Fuck you both." I yawned.

"You are wearing a bee sweatshirt with holy ass jeans and burger socks. That's a sin, Cassie. See you in hell. I'll save you a seat in first class." Anna appeared too.

"Where the fuck are all of you coming from?!" I yelled.

"Your ass, Cas." Charlie appeared.

"What the actual fuck! What are you even doing here?!" I yelled at Charlie.

"What? I needed a lift. I texted you. But you were asleep." She explained. This was already a weird day.

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I got to first block 20 minutes late due to Gabriel's intense singing of Jesus take the wheel and Balthazar trying to get us in a wreck.

"Castiel Novak? Why are you late sir?" My history teacher asked.

"My siblings, Dr. Smith."

"Oh please, The Doctor." He smiled.

"Yes, sir. I mean Doctor." I quickly sat down behind Dean. He didn't look any better. He didn't have shoes on either.

"May I ask why you boys don't fancy footwear?" The doctor asked. The class started to laugh.

"Nice socks, faggot." Alastair, the bully, whispered to me.

"Eat me you piece of shit." I snapped back.

"You look hell threw you up." He snickered.

"Don't judge me on looks until you shave your face pubes. Great job on the attempt to be an actual man." I said bluntly.

"Ooooh! He told you!" The doctor said as he laughed. The class soon joined him.

After the class died down, Dean and I passed notes. The doctor went on about wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff.

Dean: you look sexy.

Me: don't lie. So we and the other bands at this school are ditching the rest of school after third block for some Pitch Perfect competition. I hope you come cause I'm not singing.

Dean: count me in. P. S I'm not lying. You actually look super hot. I really can't wait for tonight.

Then the bell rang.

I was trying to get my way to second block, but something wasn't right. I felt pure anger. /Hi my little friend/ fucking fuckitty fuck. I don't have my meds. /why in Satan's name are you not wearing any shoes? Are you that fucking mental?! Stupid Castiel./ I wanted to rip my head off. I was running into thing. Then I ran into Alistair and Lilith making out.

"Watch we're the fuck you are going, Faggot!" Alastair barked. My hands were on my head and my eyes shut tight.

"What the fuck is wrong with him?!" Lilith yelled.

"Make it go away." I cradled myself with my eyes gazing at the wall opposite I fell against. I resorted it and repeated it. /your fucking bananas you little shit./

"What the fuck Castiel?" Alastair waved his hands in front of my face. I quickly grabbed his wrist without thinking and whispered "leave me alone!"

"You need medication, Castiel. Your fucking CRAZY!" He and Lilith ran down the hallway. The word rang through my head, repeating. Never going away. /he knows what's up Cassie. Just kill yourself already. The world doesn't need you. Dean especially doesn't need you./

"Stop that!" I yelled.

Deans POV

"YOUR BOYFRIENDS MENTAL!" Alastair yelled, running the opposite direction. Shit. His meds. I scanned the hallways for the broken angel.

"Cas, baby, I'm here. Whatever Jimmy's saying. It's all fake. Come on baby." I said as I looked intently into his eyes.

"Dean! I'm scared! My meds are at home! I forgot to take them! Take me home, Dean!" He said way to fast and loud. I picked him up bridal style and took him to my baby. I put him in the passengers and got in the drivers. He had tears running down his cold cheeks. I got him home and helped him get back in shape.

"Thanks Dean. I hate panic attacks. Jimmy scares me a lot." He was sitting on the counter with his head in the crook of my neck.

"I'm right here, bee. I'm always here." I stroked his hair.

"Sing me something?" He asked quietly.

"Like what?" I continued to stroke his hair.

"Wires. I like that song. I don't know why, but it calms me."

"Alright" I sighed. "We talked about making it.
I'm sorry that you never made it, and it pains me just to hear you have to say it.
You knew the and played it, it kills to know that you you have been defeated. I see the wires pulling while your breathing.
You knew you had a reason, it killed you like diseases, I can hear it while your speaking.
You can't be treated
Mr. Know it all, had his reign and his fall, at least that's what his brain was telling all."

Cas' POV

Maybe I am crazy. But all of us loose our sanity. Little by little, it frays. Soon, there's nothing left but little broken bit. I just happen to develop sooner. But now I have some one to hold whatever sanity I have left.