Color Me Blue {A Destiel Fanfic}

Broken

Song: Blue - Troye Sivan

Hi, I'm Dean, but you probably already know who I am. I'll be narrating this chapter. Mind you this, uh, won't happen often, but Cas decided that I should tell this part my way, and I can never say no to that sassy son of a bitch, So, uh, here goes nothing....

Cas spent alot of time with me the next few days, helping me out of the depressing funk my father put me in. He truly was an awful man, blaming me for everything, including Adam.

"Come on Dean, you can tell me anything." Cas said, his hand on my arm. I had been thinking of all the false things my father drilled into my head. Of course, at the time I didn't believe they were false, I believed every word that asshole told me.

"I just don't wanna talk about it, okay?" I snapped. I didn't mean to snap, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Cas.

"Come on, you have to get it off your chest. You've been like this for days now." He begged, ignoring the rude tone I had just used with him. I sighed and looked into his eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. Blue, shining, almost frosty. I sighed deeply, pulling my knees up to my chest. I hated discussing my feelings with anyone. It made me feel so vulnerable.

"Alright." I gave in, like I said, I could never say no to him. He smiled at me, so I gave him a smile back, not caring that he couldn't see it.

"Well, my dad, he was, uh, not very nice. Okay, he was horrible." I said, looking at my hands.

"I knew that much." He replied.

"Well, uh, when I was younger I had an older brother, his name was Adam." I could feel tears pricking my eyes. God I hated crying. It showed weakness, I couldn't afford to be weak.

"Well when I was six, so about nine years ago, there was a house fire. No one really new what caused it, and if they did they never told me." I took a deep breath. I stayed away from the past, that's why I was so upset when dad showed up.

"Everyone made it out, except Adam. And after that, dad always blamed me for it. Adam was his favorite son, everyone knew it, even if he never said anything about it, I remember it so clearly."

"After that he, uh, started drinking, and uh, hitting me and mom, not Sammy though, I wouldn't allow it, which made him hate me even more." Tears threatened to spill. Stop it, don't cry, you're fifteen, don't cry, I thought. I decided to stop there, sparring him the gory details of my father's abusive behavior.

"Well, he got arrested three years ago on multiple charges, and mom finally filed a divorce. We moved out here, and then I met you." I finished. I didn't want to tell him all of it, just an outline of the story. I was still staring at my hands, not daring to look my best friend, no, boyfriend, in the face.

Castiel removed his hand from my arm, using it to cup my face, forcing me to look at him.

"Please, don't believe anything that bastard said to you, ok?" He said, running a hand through my hair. The tears that had pooled in my eyes finally became too much and I broke down, falling into his arms. At this point I didn't care that I was crying, I only cared that I was with him.

"Hey, hey shhh..." He muttered into my hair. I gripped him around the middle. I hadn't cried in years, finally letting out all of that built up emotions. He stayed with me all through my sobbing fit, mumbling sweet things to me, peppering my face with kisses.

I couldn't help but think he was too good for me, "I'm broken, why do you even care." I choked out.

"Hey, Dean, look at me." He said pulling my face up to look at him. At least he couldn't see how ugly I look when I cry. I thought, staring up at him with red rimmed eyes. He set his hand on my face, running a thumb over my bottom lip. He smiled before smashing his lips into mine. I kissed back, pulling him closer.

"I'm broken too."

Whoa, such emotion. I was planning to actually meet John in this chapter, but it went in a completely different direction, oh well, what can you do? Vote, comment, follow! 💓

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