Tutoring (Destiel)

Chapter Six

Castiel became addicted to tranquility.

Or more, he became addicted to his painkillers. He realized there were quite a lot of them and now he was having one every three hours. For that short time he committed sin after sin. He wasn't himself on the pills, but he liked being someone else. He used to have a life filled with stress and anxiety, yet through the little capsules of relief he found a resemblance of joy. He stopped going to work, his part-time job was already given away to some other shit-head who probably thought they had to prepare for the future. He also started talking with kids at school, which was unlike him, but they were mostly the stoners. His new friend Ash knew Dean, but Castiel never liked talking about him with anybody.

It was only Sunday.

Castiel refused to go to church and Michael was getting angry at him.

"Our family has gone to church every Sunday! You will not stay home!" Michael yelled. Castiel had just taken one of his pills, so he was in a good mood, and was not ready to have that ruined by the bullshit talk of God.

"Screw that!" He yelled at Michael. "I'm staying home." Castiel flopped down on the couch and turned on the television. Michael was fuming. He couldn't believe his younger brother was talking to him in such a manner. He was so angry that part of him gave up control.

Michael grabbed Castiel by the front of his shirt in a swift movement. He lifted him up, bringing him close to his face. "You will do what I say!" Michael yelled. Castiel didn't say anything, but there was barely any time to actually say something, because Michael threw Castiel to the ground. Castiel's fragile rib made a cracking sound, he quickly curled up and gave a groan that turned into a cough. Gabriel was beside Castiel in a second.

"Stop it, Michael!" He yelled.

Michael seemed to snap out of his trance and looked back at Balthazar, who just seemed shocked, but didn't move. The older brother quickly grabbed a stunned Balthazar by the sleeve of his shirt and started dragging him to the door.

"Gabriel, come on, we're going to church!" Gabriel gave Castiel a sad look and gazed back toward the opening Michael had just left out of. Castiel noticed and sat up trying his hardest not to whimper in pain.

"Go on, don't end up like me." It was a half joke, but also very serious. Gabriel made a conflicted face and nodded slowly. He got up and Michael let out another yell for him to hurry, Gabe flinched at the harsh words and said goodbye to Castiel, then he was gone.

Castiel took another pill when they had left.

When the three brothers returned from church Michael didn't even look at Castiel. Balthazar and Gabriel sat down next to him on the couch, they asked how he was. He said he was fine, the same word he'd use when teachers asked how he was, or back when his brother would ask how his day went. Gabe leaned his head on Castiel's shoulder, he was sad. This time Casteil asked how he was.

"Michael never hit before." Gabriel sighed. That wasn't true, although Castiel wouldn't say it. Michel never hit him in front of them before. Castiel shrugged.

"It'll be okay." Castiel returned, not knowing if it were true.

On Monday Michael kept ignoring Castiel. Michael always ignored his brother after he hit him. That didn't stop Castiel from taking a pill every two hours.

Castiel's grades weren't getting effected by his new found addiction. It seemed no matter what Castiel was on, he was just too smart. He wasn't the only smart one though, his friend Ash was a hidden genius. No one expected a druggie to be the next Einstein, but there he was, sitting next to Castiel outside before school, smoking weed and not caring.