Tutoring (Destiel)

Chapter Twenty Five

Castiel woke up more tired than usual. He suspected it was due to the drug he had had a slight taste of yesterday, but wasn't sure because his life had become particularly stressful, and he was probably overdue for a nice long nap. Dean seemed fine, not energetic, but it was still early in the morning, so it was understandable.

They did their usual routine and drove to school.

School was normal, and by normal Castiel meant that it was boring and he wanted to fall asleep during half of his classes. Ash had laughed when he noticed how out of it Castiel was, but Castiel didn't care because Ash had one of the worst hangovers he'd ever seen. He deserves it, Castiel thought, he made me go out into the cold and then made me smoke weed with him.

Although I was calm again...

Ash could only half keep up with the usual conversations that they had, which was fine with Castiel, he didn't feel like talking about endless universes and the fundamental nature of knowledge today.

Castiel thought Dean picked up on his sluggish behavior during English. He felt Dean's gaze on him multiple times when he should've been reading the short story they had to annotate. Castiel wondered if Dean actually cared about him- as a close friend or maybe even possibly as he would a family member. He wanted Dean to care about him, wanted him to care for him as something more, but he knew he couldn't expect that. Not from him.

Maybe I should move on...

But how could he? How could he just move on when he knew that Dean Winchester's green eyes were staring at him from across the room? How could he just not care for him? How could he not love him?

He couldn't.

Which is why it was hard for him to drop his pencil on the word he stopped reading at and lock eyes with Dean. He gave a small smile to try and assure the other boy, he didn't know if it worked, but Dean lifted the corners of his lips and turned back to the paper on his desk. Castiel did the same, starting back up at the word his pencil was on. 

The hour after that was fine -boring, but fine. The passing period was what got Castiel.

He was walking down a hall, trying not to bump into the many people around him, when suddenly one of the classroom doors open and a pair of hands pulled him in. He couldn't see that well, the room was dark and he had been thrown on his back. He sat up hesitantly, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness, the small window that lead to the hallway wasn't enough for him to see with and there was no other source of light. There was movement in front of him, he could hear shoes against the tile floors. His heart was beating fast and he was trying to think of what was happening. What is this?

Then a voice spoke from in front of him.

"What are you going to do without Winchester here, faggot?"

Castiel's heart stopped beating. He felt like he was going to throw up. He felt the need to run. He felt the need to scream. He knew that voice all too well.

Crowley.

There were little menacing laughs that followed Crowley's words, Castiel knew that meant Lucifer and Azazel were there too. How did they know I'd be walking past? How'd they get to me? What are they going to do?

Castiel didn't know what to do. He looked up at where the voice came from. He made out a dark figure of he assumed was Crowley. Before he could do or say anything the figure reached down and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. He was pulled upwards with a growl from his attacker.

He was shoved into the wall, his back connecting with the brick behind him. He let out a whimper. "Please, stop." Crowley laughed.

"Stop?" He exclaimed.