Castiel looked at the name as he walked to the lunch room. He wanted to know if being Dean Winchester's new tutor was a blessing or a curse. He was about half way to his locker when he heard a voice call out.
"Hey, fag!" He stopped as he realized the Scottish tone. No, they've never bothered me here before. He didn't even know why they called him gay, they had no reason to believe that was his actual sexuality, no one could've suspected...not even Michael thought he was really gay.
He heard to heels of Crowley's shoes clicking as he walked closer to Castiel. "Didn't plan on seeing you here." Crowley's arm found itself slung over Castiel's shoulder. Castiel was brought into Crowley'd body, throwing him off balance. Crowley was on the football team, he had pounds of muscle and wasn't gentle on the blue eyed boy, even putting his arm around Castiel felt like a punch to his shoulders. "Tell me, queer," he whispered. "What are you doing?" He breathed on Castiel's neck, making chills run down his spine.
"I had to stay late last hour. I'm heading to lunch." Castiel mumbled back, he tried to escape the Scottish boy's (practically) choke hold, but Crowley's grip was too strong. Crowley's followers Lucifer and Azazel were surrounding them.
"Oh, no, I don't think so." Castiel looked at the taller boys in confusion. They just smiled back. "I think we should go outside."
Castiel didn't like the idea of being outside of the safety of his school. He tried to pull away from the gang of boys, but they were stronger than he was, and there were three of them. They dragged him outside of the school and into the alley that was next door. When they let Castiel go, he scrambled away and they laughed.
"You can't run, fag." Lucifer snarled. Castiel looked behind him, there was only a brick wall, a trash bin, and littered garbage everywhere. "Unless you can go through walls, you're ours." Castiel gulped and his heart began to race. Azazel and Lucifer slowly walked toward Castiel, knowing he couldn't fight back. The now frightened boy backed up, prolonging the attack that was sure to ensue. Castiel walked away from the two boys until his back hit the wall, he was startled, then he turned back to being afraid as the boys were upon him.
Lucifer and Azazel each grabbed one of Castiel's arms, then made him kneel as they pulled back harshly, making Castiel feel like his shoulders were about to pop out. But then Crowley came up and made Castiel forget about that pain. He punched Castiel in the jaw, then kneed him in the chin, sending his head backwards. Crowley grabbed the boy's dark hair and pulled his bruised face forward.
"I bet you like being on your knees, don't you, cock sucker?" Castiel felt warm blood drip down his chin. He muttered for him to stop. "What was that?" Crowley asked. "Are you begging?" He laughed, as did the boys still pulling his arms back. Suddenly Crowley sent a hard kick to Castiel's stomach. Lucifer and Azazel let go of his arms, Castiel curled into a ball and moaned. Anther kick hit Castiel's ribs.
Castiel couldn't move, he could hardly breathe, but he could hear a sudden call from the opening of the alley. "Azazel?" Castiel thought he recognized the voice, but couldn't place it. He saw the three tormenting boys look at each other.
Crowley gestured to the opening with his head. "Well, go see who it is, we'll make sure the queer doesn't talk." Azazel nodded and walked to the front of the alley. A few minutes passed before Azazel came back. "Who was it?" Crowley asked.
"Winchester. Guess he's gonna turn into a regular, says he's been talking to Ash." Castiel took this by surprise, he didn't think Dean was a junkie, to be honest, despite being in a bunch of pain, he was a little turned off by the new found interest of the green eyed beauty. "Left before he lit up though, said class was starting soon." The three boys stood up.
"Then let's go, leave this pussy here. He ain't gonna move for a while." Crowley sent another kick to Castiel's stomach. "Are you, fag?" Castiel groaned a response, the boys laughed and walked out of the alley.
Castiel laid on the ground for a minute before he started finally looking down at himself; his clothes were dirty and a bit torn, he wiped blood from his nose and mouth, and tried to stand up. He fell and coughed after having to the air knocked from him. He was about to try again, but he heard footsteps approaching.
"Stop." He croaked, afraid of Crowley or one of the others coming back to hurt him. A pair of boots stopped in front of his face, he looked up, but couldn't see who it was, all he saw was a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt. Who the hell wears plaid in the spring time? When the thought crossed his mind, he knew he shouldn't be thinking of that, he should've been more scared of what would happen. He was vulnerable and couldn't stand.
"Dude..." The voice sounded sad. Castiel knew then that the person wouldn't hurt him. "Shit, they fucked you up pretty bad." The person crouched down next to Castiel's face. That's when he saw him, Dean Winchester.
Dean quickly pressed his hand to Castiel's face, the boy felt a knotting in his stomach, he pulled away from Dean, trying to sit up. Castiel couldn't sit up however, so Dean helped. "I'm sorry dude, if I knew what they were doing I would've came and helped you." Castiel let out a ragged sigh.
"Too busy getting high?" He asked roughly. Dean frowned.
"I thought they were up to something, I didn't know they-"
"Kicked the shit out of me?" Castiel laughed. Usually he'd be shyer and less eager to talk, but for some reason the blood dripping down his face made him just not care.
"I'm sorry." Dean apologized. Castiel shook his head, he didn't understand why he was saying these things, Dean didn't beat him up. Dean grabbed Castiel's shoulder. "Can you walk?" Castiel shook his head.
"Not really." He sighed. Dean had a worried expression on his face, he put his hand under Castiel's arm. He pulled up and Castiel whimpered. Dean brought the boy to his feet, but he was having trouble standing. Dean quickly put a hand under his knees and scooped him up. Castiel made a sound, half from pain, half from surprise.
Dean carried the beaten boy to his car. It was a black, hard-top, four door, '67 Chevy Impala... Castiel was impressed. Dean sat Castiel down in his car, then got in the driver seat. When he turned the key in the ignition, a rock song blared from the radio. Dean quickly turned it off and started driving.
"It's Castiel, right?" Dean asked. The other boy nodded his head, although he knew Dean probably couldn't see him. "I'm taking you to the hospital." He said. Castiel panicked.
"No, no, my brother will kill me." Dean looked over.
"What?"
"He doesn't like it when we get in trouble." Castiel returned. Dean looked at him like he was insane.
"This isn't your fault. You're hurt. You need a doctor." It seemed like he started driving faster. Castiel's adrenalin stated to wear off and the pain in his abdomen and face intensified. He was also beginning to realize that Dean Winchester, the man he loved, the man that he he would sin for, was driving him in his car.
Time passed and they finally reached the hospital. Dean asked if Castiel could walk yet, he said he could, but when he tried he stumbled and Dean decided it would be best if he helped Castiel. They walked into the emergency room, automatically a nurse came up to them and asked what happened as she lead them to a bed. Dean explained that he just found Castiel in the alley. He didn't say anything about Crowley, Azazel, or Lucifer, so Castiel decided he wouldn't talk about them either. It would probably save him from further torment later anyway.
When the nurse said they had to file a police report, Dean looked worried, but agreed and told the woman to get the papers. Right when the nurse left Dean bent down by Castiel. "Listen, I'm sorry, but I can't have my name tied to this, my uNike would get seriously pissed." Castiel knew where this was going. "I gotta leave, I'm sorry." Castiel frowned but nodded his head. Dean turned around, but Castiel remembered something and called for him. "What is it?"
"I'm your new tutor by the way." Dean smiled.
"Then I'll see you Tuesday?" Castiel nodded. Dean smiled, turned back around, and walked off, leaving Castiel to deal with the nurse and the police report.
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Tutoring (Destiel)
Fanfiction"So, I know Mr. Shurley said this was for English," Dean spoke, making Castiel's stomach flutter. How could a voice do that? He thought. "But I was going to ask you to- uh-" he rummaged in his backpack and took out a crumbled piece of paper. "Do you...
