Tutoring (Destiel)

Chapter Three

Castiel had a broken rib, a bruised jaw, a chipped tooth, a concussion, and an angry brother.

Michael didn't yell at the hospital, in fact he seemed concerned, as did his other two brothers who came after their school let out. They were Gabriel and Balthazar. Michael wanted to know who hurt Castiel, but the just said that he didn't see his attacker. He also lied about why he went outside. He said he needed fresh air. And when the matter of Dean Winchester came to pass, Castiel just simply denied ever seeing him. Castiel couldn't lie about possibly blacking out, but he didn't talk to the nurse till after Dean had left, so he just told the nurse and the police that he didn't remember the handsome man who brought him in.

Castiel was released at night. He was told to take it easy and given pain killers, then Michael drove all three of the brothers home.

"Who did this to you?" Michael asked when they made it home and the two youngest brothers went to their rooms. Castiel limped to the couch and laid down. Michael kept asking to only have Castiel reply with the same thing.

"I told you, I didn't see his face." Castiel replied. Michael lifted up Castiel's feet, sat down, and then replaced Castiel's legs across his lap. Michael sighed and looked at Castiel.

"Are you trying to tell me someone just decided to beat the crap out of you?" Michael asked.

"They thought I had money, I already said this."

"What about all those bruises I've seen before? What about those cuts? Are you saying these aren't connected?" Michael was smarter than Castiel liked. Not that he would admit it.

"They aren't." Castiel didn't know why he was protecting Crowley & Co. He just thought that everything would get worse if he told the truth, it always did. Once Crowley found out that Castiel told one of his teachers that he was being bullied, and that's when Crowley started physically hurting Castiel.

"Cassie, listen, these people or person will never hurt you agian. If you get them on an assault charge they'll be kicked out of shcool, they might even go to jail. Just tell me who it is." Castiel thought of it for a second, the only thing that was really preventing Castiel from telling his brother about his attackers was Dean. Why hadn't Dean told the nurse? There had to be a reason, he wasn't protecting Crowley, there was no reason he'd protect him.

"I got those bruises from falling and running into things. I just got mugged. There's nothing in common, I just have..." he paused, "bad luck." Michael seemed to know he was lying, but he didn't say anything. I should tell Michael. I should..

..no...

Both of the brothers fell asleep on the couch.

When Castiel woke up Gabriel and Balthazar had already left to catch their bus. Michael was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, he was eating a bowl of cereal. Castiel sat up and groaned in pain. He sauntered to the kitchen and took one of his painkillers. Michael didn't talk to him, he just looked on with a frown. A few minutes passed and Michael put his bowl away. Castiel knew they'd both have to leave for school soon.

"I'm leavening, I have to get in early to study." Michael was enrolled in the community college in the city. Castiel nodded his head. "And you're staying home, I already called the school."

"What? I can't miss school. I have a big math test today." Michael sent him a glare.

"I refuse to argue about this, you're not going to school. Just wait another day, you look like shit, and I'm sure you feel like it too." Castiel sighed and grabbed a soda from the refrigerator. Michael stopped in front of Castiel, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Don't take more than the prescribed amount of pills, and please stay in the house. Also Gabriel and Balthazar are pretty freaked out about what happened to you, so just, don't do anything weird." Castiel just nodded his head. "I'll see you later, Cassie." Michael smiled and walked out the door.

Castiel limped back to the couch, turned on the television, and drank his soda- trying to pass the time.

It was a little past noon when Castiel's phone rang. He groaned, thinking it was his brother checking up on him, but when he reached for the cellphone, an unknown number showed up. Castiel was confused, but picked the phone up and answered. "Hello?" He heard a breath release form the other side.

"Hey, Castiel." The boy recognized the voice.

"Dean?" Castiel sat up, but regretted it when pain shot through his side. He let out a whimper.

"You okay?" Dean asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. How'd you get this number?" Dean chuckled.

"Uh, Mr. Shurley just told me your my tutor, then he gave me your number to schedule appointments." Castiel started to realize that his cheeks were heating up, he wondered how he'll be able to help Dean when he can't even have a regular conversation with the guy.

"Oh, okay."

"Yeah, you weren't here today so I actually wanted to know how you were feeling." Castiel blushed again.

"Not too good, but I'll be fine." Castiel returned. "I have a broken rib and a concussion." He heard Dean say something under his breath, but wasn't able to catch what it was.

"I'm sorry, I should've stopped them. I should've done something." Castiel shook his head.

"No, no, it wasn't your fault." Castiel reassured.

"Have they done it before?"

"Not this bad, I was running late to lunch, they...found me." Dean murmured again, he sounded angry. Castiel didn't understand why suddenly Dean knew of his existence and was upset by the bullying he's faced for years. There was silence for a while, but then Castiel heard a bell ring, he looked at the clock and assumed it was signaling the end of the period.

"Listen, Cas, I gotta go. Just- if they do anything...tell me, okay?" Castiel was about to respond, but the line started beeping, showing that Dean had hung up. Castiel had a smile on his face. He turned off his phone and threw it to the side.

Jesus Christ, Dean Winchester just called me.