Where I Belong.

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3:22pm

Castiel sat/leaned against his own desk, arms crossed over his chest, glaring in more disappointment.

"I'm so sorry, I had to pick up my youngest" Deans dad walked in holding Deans little brother, Sam in hand "I'm John, Deans father" and shook Castiel's hand.

"Mr. Novak, Deans history teacher, nice too meet you, sir"

"What did you do this time, Dean?" John set his eyes on his oldest son.

"Nothing.." Dean whispered.

"What?" John had asked in a stern voice. Dean looked at his father with caution.

"He put his hands on another student" Mr. Novak broke the tension between the two Winchesters.

"Go get in the car, Dean" John handed Sam to Dean before he walked completely out.

"How can I say sorry for this? What do I have to do to make this situation better" John asked calmly.

"Uh... If he doesn't do it again we'll be fine." Mr. Novak smiled politely.

"Alright, I'll make sure! I don't wanna have to move again. Why did Dean hit the other kid?" John walked then turned back asking the question.

"The other children were saying... Insulting words"

"Like?"

"Um.. They mentioned a term of hate toward homosexuals"

"Huh..."

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking. Why did you have to move up here?"

"Uh.. Let's just say this isn't the first time I've had to come in because Deans hit someone"

-Sat 6:30pm-

Dean washes his hands of dirt and after pulling all those weeds, digging and watering he had blisters forming on his palms. The cold water stung but Dean didn't mind, he's used to it.

After Dean continued to start fights his dad starting giving him things to do and more and more every time. Deans used to the punishments, the disappointment his father looks at him with. He wants to be a role model, a saint for his little brother, Sammy.

He knows he's far from perfect but, he tries.

"Dean?..."
Dean turns away from the sink and dries his hand on the rag hanging by the stove to find his little brother standing there; with a book in hand and sleep in his eyes
"Can you read to me..."

Dean side smiled and remembered Sam only started to ask Dean to read to him when Sammy turned three. When Mary passed Dean took it hard but showed strength for his dad and new little brother.

John had collapsed and drank all the time, losing a job. Dean took care of Sam after that.

"Yeah, sure" Dean picked Sammy up sitting him up on his hip.

When they got to Sam's room Dean made sure to tuck his younger brother nice and tight into bed.

"Oh, Sam! Not this one again" Dean teased playfully and sat down, putting his arm around Sam's legs that were burred under blankets. Sam laughed at his brothers playful torment.

"Alrighty then" Dean began to read the old, worn out children's story book flipping the pages carefully.

After the story Dean look up at Sam and his eyes begging to shut.

"Dean... I-I wish our life was like the story" Sam spoke.

"What do you mean?"

"I wish we had a happy ending" a tear leaked out little Sammy's eye and Dean felt a knot in his throat, the burn in his eyes from rimmed tears.

"I know Sammy" Dean patted Sam's head, kissing it then walking out leaving the door a crack open.

Dean walked down to the living room; seeing his father in an old chair, beer in hand, surrounded by moving boxes. Dean knew it couldn't be good.

"Dean... " John took a sip of his drink.

"Yes, sir?" Dean let his shoulders fall.

"What did I tell you about.. Being gay" Johns words hit Dean and he feels the same shame as before, when they first had this talk about Dean feelings towards other boys.

"You told me it was wr-"

"Wrong! It's really wrong Dean... You're not supposed to feel that way toward men!" Dean looked down seeing his socks and wiggled his toes.

"Do you hear me?" John said in an aggressive voice.

"Yes, sir... I won't" Dean looked everywhere but his fathers eyes.

"Go to sleep." His dad spoke softer then whipped his eyes of the tears that seeped out. Dean turned and walking back up; heading into the room across from Sam's.

Dean walked in and slid down his closed door, crossing his arm over his knees and laying his forehead on them. He let silent tears leak.

Deans felt this shame, angry and sadness before when his father told him the same thing when his mom was still here.

Deans sad mood quickly changed into a rage of anger, he stood up rushing toward his dresser throwing things off, he faced his desk and threw the light and a cup that held pens.

Dean kicked the trash can and ended his out burst by punching the wall and taking his blanket in his fists crushing the fabric in his hands. Dean fell to his knees wiping his eyes with the bunched up covers.