Buddy, I need you (Destiel AU)

Chapter 1

Warning: this chapter contains strong homophobia and violence, and suggestion of previous self harm.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
I groan as I roll over, carelessly slapping my hand against my clock to turn off the alarm.

7:00am

Great. I have a lecture in 45 minutes. Art philosophy, what fun. I peel off the duvet, exposing my bare skin to the cold air that seeps through my window pane.

Walking to the bathroom, I wonder how far I'll make it before getting beaten up today. Perhaps if I'm lucky, I could make it to the lecture on time if Crowley makes my beating quick. As much as I dislike these classes, I really can't afford to fail them right now.

Steamy water rains down on me from the shower head, stinging Crowley's most recent work. He's a nasty English exchange student that has taken it upon himself to crown himself King of this living hell. Apparently homosexuals are not allowed in this kingdom, which I am learning the hard way. It's not as if I have a choice of preference. I didn't choose to like men, it's just the way I'm wired I guess.

The beatings have been going on for about a month now, after Crowley saw me kissing another boy. It was just a one time thing with that boy, I was drunk and I struggle to remember his name (I don't drink often, may I add). However, I still pay the price of my recklessness.

I sigh and step out of the shower. Throwing on a pair of old faded blue jeans, a shirt, a midnight blue tie and my favourite tan trench coat, I begrudgingly leave my dorm room. My new roommate is supposed to arrive later today. Balthazar, my last roommate, moved back to England last week which I was more than quite upset about. Balthazar was my only friend here; the only one that understood me and accepted me with no extra catches.

As I near the lecture hall, I start to wonder if I'm going to get lucky today. They are rare, but there are some days that I can escape Crowley's grasp. Just as I breath a sigh of relief, I hear a mocking voice emerge from round the corner.

"Now, now, Cassie, didn't think I wasn't coming to see you this morning did you?" A cunning smile plays upon Crowley's lips. I gulp, my eyes on my hands, which are currently trying to entertain themselves on my coat buttons, to refrain from shaking too obviously. Crowley steps closer, so close that I can feel his breath burning against my forehead.
"Come on now, behind the building. You know the drill." he snickers. When my feet stay glued to the spot, he grabs my arm firmly, nails digging in through my coat, and leads me through the back door to the alleyway between two of the college buildings.

Before I can even look up, I feel the wind knocked out of me as a thrash is delivered straight into my chest, knocking the air out of my lungs. I stand there gasping as nails etch their way into my cheeks, forcing me to stare Crowley in the eyes. "Now Cassie, let's go through this once again. Why are you being punished?"
No response.
His nails dig deeper into my vulnerable skin, pinning me against the wall. I feel blood drop from my throbbing face.
"Oh sorry, I don't think you heard me," Crowley growls, "I asked, WHY ARE YOU BEING PUNISHED?"
A fist collides with my face, smacking my head against the concrete behind me.
"Because I like men..." the sound I make is barely audible.
"That's right Cassie," Crowley smirks, grabbing my neck and throwing me back up against the wall. "And why is that an unacceptable thing to do?" Another punch.
"Because it is disgusting and is written that man shall not love another man for it is sin." Crowley had had me rehearse this line many a time, and the harsh words are now seared permanently into my brain.
"Good, now we can get on to the fun part."

For Crowley, the fun part is trying to see how much pain I could possibly endure whilst still conscious. Endless kicks are delivered to my gut, making me curl up in pain. Infinite punches are attacking my raw face as my body is racked with sobs.

I loose track of time as Crowley abuses me, over and over. Just as I'm sure that I will black out and not have to feel this for a while, Crowley steps back to admire his work. He chuckles to himself. "I had fun today Cassie. See you bright and early tomorrow!"
And with that, he was gone. I lay there in agony, debating which part of me is crying out for help the most. It's a good 20 minutes before I can bring myself to get up and limp back to my dorm, every step sending a new wave of pain through my body.

There's no point even trying to make it  for the end of my lecture. In fact, I'm sure it must be well over by now. I'll just have to study tonight.

When I make it back to the dorm I head straight to the bathroom, trying not to drop blood on to the carpet of my room. I lock the door and turn to face myself in the mirror. My dark brown hair is damp with sweat and sticks awkwardly to my forehead. My bright blue eyes are red and raw from crying, and my face itself is a whole other matter. Bruising is forming over my right eye at a rapid pace, and it is already a greeny-purple colour. Cuts feature just about everywhere and cake my face in blood.

After staring helplessly at myself, I decide just to get back into the shower as there's nothing I can do to help myself until I'm cleaned up at least a little. My stomach is too horrible to look at for long; red, raw and ragged flesh hanging loosely whilst the remnants of my outer layer of skin is a deep purple colour. I'm sure that when Crowley stomped on my leg he did serious damage, possibly a fracture. To rest any weight at all upon it is excruciating. He has done worse before though, so I should probably stop feeling sorry for myself and be grateful he didn't do worse.

Although I do deserve it. I am scum, and I'm not proud of myself. There are days where I debate the point of my existence at all. I stare ashamedly down at the messy rows of red lines across my forearms, some faded and some still prominent. Why do I have to be like this? Why can't I just be normal?

With tears staining my sore cheeks, I step out of the shower for the second time today. I decide against trying to treat any of the wounds, as what I get is what I deserve. God delivers only what is needed. I put my previous clothes into the laundry pile as they are drenched with sweat and blood, and pick up the first pair of clean clothes I see.

I just pulled my shirt over my head when there is the sound of a key jingling and the door slightly opens.

Oh no.

I'm standing here looking like this, having to physically drag my leg to be able to get anywhere - not to mention the facial expressions I'm sure moving it causes - and my goddamn roommate is here.

Let's just hope whoever it is is not keen to add to my collection of bruises...

A/N
So how are you liking my first chapter guys? I'm sorry it dragged out quite a bit and wasn't actually that long a chapter,  and you haven't even met Dean yet(!) but I promise you will very soon:)
I will update as often as I can with this story, hopefully a new chapter every day (?), just please bare in mind that when I do update it will probably be late (as it is now at 2:30am) so they might not all be top notch, but I'll try my best :)
So yeah, vote if you liked it and want more I guess? I will start working on chapter 2 rn for you:)

~C