Wild is the Wind

He's No Good for You

So this is a new story and its full of ready stuff so like yep.
It's written in POV from Dean and Cas mostly.

Enjoy :)

Castiel

  The stove was hot, I had learned by burning my hand. Great one other thing I would have to hide from Dolan. I stirred the dumplings. The broth was almost to a boil, and the dumplings were rising to the top.
Smelled good, maybe not exactly like my mom's but pretty close. My mom, Abrianna, and my father Chuck. I found myself missing them right now. Especially as My One and Only Love played by Louis Armstrong. I hummed, turning the stove on low.

The front door knob turned, and I switched off the the radio in a hurry. I also prayed a little, just a little.

Dolan walked in, setting his work bag on the dining room table.

"Smells good." He said sweetly, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Thank you." I answered to that, trying to sound sincere.

I turned around to face him, staring into his silver eyes. I was trying to read what mood he was in, but I failed. I think it was alright today, with food being cooked and all. I leaned into his touch, enjoying the comfort his arms offered. Times like this reminded me why I was still here. Dolan was handsome, tall and edgy. Except the way his dark hair curled around his face, that was one of the sexy, but sweet things I enjoyed about his features.

I swallowed, "How was work today?"

He took in a sharp breath of air. "It was alright, glad to come home to you though."

Wish I could say the same.

"I'm glad to see you as well." I turned back towards the stove. "You ready for dinner sweet heart?"

"Of course!" Dolan kissed my neck and took his place at the dining room table.

I took a big spoon and put some into a bowl for him. I made myself a bowl also before walking over to the table.

I say the bowl in front of him and then sat down.

"Do you want me to say grace babe or you?" Dolan asked, grasping my hand across the table. I internally winced I pain.

"You can this time baby." I replied after regaining composure.

We both closed our eyes.

"Thank you Lord for this food, and for my blue bird who made it. Oh and Lord I ask that you help him to not be so clumsy, seeing that he some how burned his hand."

I froze.

Afraid to open my eyes I kept them closed. Stupid stupid stupid. Things were going so well today.

"Look at me."

I looked.

"Don't you know the only person aloud to hurt you is me. Why would you do this."

My lip trembled and I didn't trust my voice as I tried to speak. "Sweet-heart I'm sorry-"

"Don't sweet-heart me. You know what you did and don't tell me that it was an accident." He spat.

"Dolan I-"

"NO." He yelled and I flinched. "You know what you call me when you are in trouble."

My eyes filled with tears.
"Please."

He flipped the table, his eyes filled with storms that not even God could fix with the famous phrase peace be still.

"Blue bird, I don't know why you strive to upset me. You are just like everyone else who has loved me." Now there were tears in his eyes and my heart once again broke for him. His mother had sold him for drugs and now he had his life back together. I had met him at a coffee shop where I worked part time. I had fallen for him. Like how a mouse is drawn in by the sirens song of cheese on a trap. Good for a second and then snap.

"Mr. Hughes, let me clean up this mess." I sobbed out. Dolan punched me hard and then kicked me as I lay on the ground.

" No blue bird. You are getting locked in again. No second chances this time."

"Please don't." I begged with what air I  had. Blood was now flowing steadily down my cheek.
"Dolan this isn't you-"

"Shut the hell up!"

Seconds later I was being shoved into a car, on my way to his office which had no windows, and was filled with darkness if that's what he wanted.

I knew tomorrow he would apologize. I would fall into his arms and he would kiss me and my knees would go week. So I took it from him. Right now if he needed a doormat, that's what I would be for him.

I would be anything for him even if it killed me.

Dean

So I'm janitor at this stinking godawful place. Everyone that works here, besides Karen, is an ultimate douchebag. It was ten o'clock and everyone had gone home.

That's when I heard soft sobbing and someone yelling up in Mr. Hughes office. That was strange, so me being the nosey fuck I am decided to check it out. When I did get there all I found was some blood, and an almost delicate looking man with the most blue eyes I had ever seen in the reflection of my flash light.

"Hi." I whispered.

"Hello." He said back.

"Are you alright?" I asked knowing he obviously wasn't.

He hesitated,"I will be okay."

"'Will' is the key word here. See the thing is, since you aren't okay right at this moment and someone has beat the living hell out of you I am obligated as a good human being to help you."

"But-"

"And if I don't help you I'm gonna feel like shit till the day I die. Like literally when I'm an old dude and I'm dying and my brother is standing beside me I won't be able to confess that I'm gay, I'll have to tell him instead I left some guy who was bloody and upset in a room by himself and I didn't help him. That's gonna cause me issues in life."

"If you insist."

I helped him to his feet, but he couldn't walk very fast even as I supported him.

"Dolan will be back soon."

Dolan, oh, Mr. Hughes.

"That son of a bitch did this to you!" I yelled as realisation hit me.

"We need to get out of here he will be back soon."

" What needs to be done is the cops to aress-"

"No! I mean- I promise he isn't always like that. He just, he was drunk that's all please don't."

"Fine, but you are coming home with me."

"Wow, so demanding. You could at least buy me dinner first, or learn my name."

I blushed, good thing it was dark.

"Fine then what's your name?"

"Castiel Novak."

"A lot of people call me jerk, or asshole, but if you want, you can call me Dean."

Castiel

"Dean." I repeated on my tongue.

"Thank you then, Dean."

He winked. "You are most welcome."