Tattooed

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Heyy I'm back and currently in a shitty mood so I'm gonna write this

Castiel

Castiel had explained what had been happening for a bit over a month, and he was expecting something very cheesy from Dean, but he had no idea what to do so he just held Castiel and they stayed like that for what felt like hours. "Cas, look at me," Dean said after a while and they pulled away and they looked at each other. "I won't let them hurt you, I'll be with you for as long as I can, I don't care if this is for the rest of my life. I don't want to see you hurt." Castiel smiled and thanked Dean.

For the entire day they did nothing but lay in bed and talk, and Castiel asked if Dean wanted to stay the night; to his surprise he said yes.

"Dean, has anyone's drawings ever shown on your body?" Castiel asked and Dean looked down at his hands. "No, not yet. What about you?" Right at that moment he wanted to tell Dean that his drawings show up on his skin but instead he shook his head.

~~~Time skip to night time ~~~

Dean and Castiel laid in Castiel's bed, trying not to fall asleep while the other was talking; eventually Castiel gave in. "Dean I'm tired, wanna go to sleep?" Dean nodded.

As tired as Castiel was, he couldn't close his eyes (Dean's asleep now btw), and he rolled over and stared at Dean's sleeping figure. He smiled and sat up to take his shirt off and laid back down and closed his eyes.

Just as he was dozing off, he felt warm hands around his waist and pull him closer to Dean. Too lazy to do anything about it, Castiel closed his eyes again and fell asleep almost instantly.

***

Castiel woke up first and when he looked up, he came face to face with Dean. He was nuzzled into Dean's chest and Dean's arms were still around him.

"Dean," he mumbled, "come on, you gotta get up." Dean opened his eyes and quickly moved his hands away from Castiel's waist. "Sorry. Uh are we going to go to school?" Castiel nodded and they got out of bed.

***

"Look who it is, poor innocent, queer little Asstiel." Castiel heard a voice from behind, and he kept walking through the hallway. Suddenly, he was jerked back and shoved against the locker and came face-to-face with none other than Alastair.

He was broken me bruised by the time Alastair was done. "Be prepared for more, fag." Alastair gave him one last punch, and dropped him to floor. When Alastair was walking away, Castiel felt someone pick him up and just as everything went black, he saw a familiar face — Dean Winchester.

Dean

Dean looked up from his phone, to Castiel, who was laying unconscious on his bed. He looked at his pen that was sitting on his desk, he picked it up and started to draw something on his wrist.

He looked at his wrist and saw what he drew; a small heart with a halo. Dean heard Castiel start to stir and he looked over, he wasn't awake and he walked over to his bed and noticed Castiel start to sweat. Dean slipped off his tan trench coat and undid the first two buttons on his shirt.

Dean got up and flicked his fan on and opened his door before sitting back on his bed. He ran his fingers up and down Castiel's arm (tickling basically), and Castiel moved his arm slightly and Dean noticed something on his wrist. He turned Castiel's hand over and taking no notice of the few scars on his wrist, he saw a heart and a halo.

*** about half an hour later ***

"Dean?" Dean looked over from his desk to see Castiel sitting up on his bed. Dean quickly went over to his bed and held Castiel up.

"What happened? How long was I out?" Castiel asked, and Dean pulled him into a hug. "You were beaten pretty badly and you were out for at least an hour." Castiel mumbled an "oh" and Dean decided not to tell him that he saw his drawing on his wrist

(Sorry but I felt like I was going too fast in this story but it's okay that will come later) Yay I was going to write more but I realised how many words were in this chapter so anyway here you go. Byee xx