Dean and Castiel Winchester

Chapter 1 Story 1

His room was small, only large enough for a bed; it wasn't a very large bed, only a single, most kids his age had a double bed. Really though, he didn't give a shit. His bed was the same one he'd had even since he slept in a bed. The wooden frames starting to bend and become slightly fragile, as such cheap wood was not meant to last this long.
Next to his bed a chest of drawers, most people kept clothes in here, but he saw it as a waste of space since he had a wardrobe. He'd only ever wanted one thing, art supplies. His mother had always gave him her old paints and brushes. Now he painted her. But he kept all of her work in the top drawer next to all her paints, pencils, chalks, pastels and brushes. The next drawer filled with what he had accumulated over the years from gifts and money he got from small jobs. The third filled with all his sketch books and small canvases. The last, well....
The wardrobe fit snugly in the corner of the room, just small enough so that the door could fully close without having to move the wardrobe. It only included the little clothing he had, mainly skinny jeans, band shirts and underwear; although a couple of shirts he wore to school and tracksuit bottoms. 
None the less his room was small, he could easily stretch out his leg and touch the opposing wall whilst laying comfortably in bed. He could also keep the door shut by sitting on his bed and putting his legs behind the door.

With the door shut he let all his tears escape the barrier that had held them back ever since he walked into the god forsaken place. How many fucking times did they have to tease him to taunt him? What had he ever done to them? "Why can't they leave me alone!" Castiel was now screaming into his pillow. The foundation he was wearing to cover up the bruises had now left a imprint on his black winged patterned bed cover set. The covers were his favorite ones, it sounded immature but he loved them. It reminded him of the good few years where his mother was alive and his dad was okay. 
Now though the whole world was against him. 'No one could be a friend with a freak like Castiel Novak. No one' That's what went round and round in his head. The names that they called, the hurtful things they said. Each one stuck and hurt like a scar.  He couldn't be strong anymore. He had been strong for too long.

He dragged his head out of the pillow. Got up, went to his draws, he went to his bottom drawer. It was practically empty. Only one photo in it, a photo of when Castiel was only 4. They were at the beach, himself, his mother, his father and his 3 older brothers, Gabriel, Lucifer and Michael. That was the last photo they had took with their mother, it was a good photo. Next to the photo, a pencil sharpener, the screw taken out and the blade easy to take out. His long pale fingers lingered over the photo for a second before referring to the blade. He picked it up, whispering, "Sorry mum" while looking up towards the ceiling. He often did this, he spoke to his mother up in heaven. Or that's what he convinced himself he was doing. He stopped his tears. No he wasn't going to cry. He was a brick wall on the outside. With that in mind he put the blade to his left arm, and took it away again. His cut ridden arms screamed up at him. Each cut screamed a different insult.  He wanted to cut them all shut them up but he needed to find a space where there wasn't any other cuts. He had made that mistake before. Cut deep enough to leave real scars, noticeable scars.
"Cas?.... Cassie?" Lucifer knocked at the door. "Cas can I come in please?" Castiel looked from the door to the blade. " Yeah, Luci just give me a minute, I'm ..... doing coursework" Cas put the blade back down sharply and closed the draw. Just in time as well Lucifer opened the door.  His short blonde hair had been cut once again, this made his Hazel eyes pop even more it also made him look taller which sounded ridiculous but it made him look taller.
Castiel was the only one with blue eyes. He had their mothers eyes; deep, darker, almost navy, blue at the edges quickly converting to an intense, lighter, icy blue. The rest of his brothers had his fathers eyes; a mix of all the eye colors apart from blue. They all had the exact same eyes apart from him. Even in his own house, he just could not fit in. Once again the sting of tears returned. He tilted his head down, he didn't want his brother to see how much of a failure, a freak he actually was. He also didn't want him to see the bruises on Castiel's face.
"You little wreck come here." Lucifer wasn't taking no for an answer he wrapped his arms round Cas until Castiel was no more. "Now who do I have to torture and murder until my little brother is okay?" Lucifer pulled away. "They got you bad..... Cassie this cannot go on. I'm not having you come home like this, and if you think I'm bad wait until Michael sees you. He will flip." Cas sat down on the edge of the bed then followed by Luci. Castiel just nodded. He couldn't speak. He knew if he spoke he would burst out crying. He wasn't prepared to show Luci he was that weak.
"Castiel Novak!" The voice came from downstairs, from Gabriel. Gabriel was only 2 years older than Cas, but he acted atleast 5. Which sucked like mega. Cas pretended not to hear Gabriel for a little while. "Castiel Novak you are wanted! Someone is at the door for you!" Lucifer jumped up, this request for Castiel was rare and it looked like Lucifer was going to make the most of it. Cas just looked at Luci, hoping praying that he could read Cas' eyes and see what he was saying.
Lucifer frowned, "Nope not today blue eyes, go down and see who it is." Castiel wanted to scream and crawl into bed. But he forced himself up. "Cassie! This guy isn't going to wait here forever!" The voice from downstairs spoke again.
"He is coming Gabe!" The older brother replied. With that Lucifer turned on his heal and muttered something like 'go get him tiger' and strutted off the other way. Cas made his way slowly downstairs, to keep the pain from his injuries to a minimum than anything else. At the bottom of the stairs he pulled on his black oversized hoodie that he had thrown downstairs, just before having that episode in his room. "Oh so sleeping beauty is actually alive is he?" The sarcasm flowed from Gabriel's remark like a stream.
" I don't understand that reference. Anyway who's at the door?" Cas had finally finished wresting with his hoodie to put it one when he got closer to the door and saw. The tall boy with intense green eyes, a freckled face, muscles that would make any girl swoon and that awkward pose. Wait that awkward pose? Dean Winchester was many things but he was not awkward. He stood with a box in his hands, it seemed to be a little heavy to him, but more awkward to carry for Dean.
"Hi Cas, I don't know if you know me or not? I'm in most of your classes but I usually sit at the back, I'm Dean."